“Eh, it’s not the worst burger I’ve ever had. Definitely had better, though.” Liam said.
“I’m not talking about the food.” Harry frowned.
They were taking a lunch break on the set of their latest video. The crew had set up some picnic benches since it was an outside shoot. Craft was serving up some classic American choices today, which wasn’t always a good thing.
“I’m talking about her.” Harry stared at one of the farther tables, where Louis was eating with a petite brunette.
Liam looked puzzled. “Louis’s girlfriend?”
“More like his groupie.” Harry narrowed his eyes at the way the couple were smiling at each other.
“What’s wrong with her?”
“Why does she have to constantly be hanging around everywhere we go?”
“This is the first time she’s ever visited. She lives in England.”
“She’s so grating,” Harry continued. “She has zero personality.”
“She’s hardly even spoken to you.”
“I know. Rude, right?”
The girl in question reached over and took a French fry off Louis’s plate.
“You see that? I hate when girls do that.” Harry put on a high voice, “’Oh, I’ll just have a salad.’ Then they eat all your food. Little pig.”
Louis said something and the girl laughed.
“Phony.” Harry was on a roll. “And does she have to be all over him every single second? Have a little self-respect.”
“Harry, they’re holding hands.” Liam had paused in his eating and was studying Harry’s hostile body language.
“And she’s so clingy. I don’t know how he can stand her.”
“Could you be any more jealous?” Liam laughed.
“I’m not jealous. No, no, I’m not jealous. It’s just that when I see them together, I… don’t like it.” Harry curled his lip at the way she was leaning in toward Louis, pretending to hang on his every word.
“It’s obvious.” Liam continued. “You’re jealous because Louis is in a committed relationship, and you’re still running around with your various conquests.”
Harry finally pulled his gaze away from the happy couple to glare at Liam. “That’s so stupid. I’m not even twenty. Why would I want to waste my life on some fat girl?”
“I say, you’re either jealous of Louis, or you’re attracted to his girlfriend and trying to talk yourself out of it.”
“That’s so insightful of you, Liam. If this band thing doesn’t work out, you’ve got a real future in psychology.” Harry mocked. “Only, you’re completely wrong. I can absolutely, beyond any shadow of doubt, swear that I am not attracted to her.”
“Okay.” Liam gathered up his trash and stood. “Then try to stop acting like such a bitch before Louis overhears you.”
Harry watched Liam walk away, then turned back to Louis and the girl. She stole a quick kiss from her boyfriend.
“Jesus Christ, get a room already!” Harry muttered, tossing a French fry in her general direction.
“Eh, it’s not the worst burger I’ve ever had. Definitely had better, though.” Liam said.
“I’m not talking about the food.” Harry frowned.
They were taking a lunch break on the set of their latest video. The crew had set up some picnic benches since it was an outside shoot. Craft was serving up some classic American choices today, which wasn’t always a good thing.
“I’m talking about her.” Harry stared at one of the farther tables, where Louis was eating with a petite brunette.
Liam looked puzzled. “Louis’s girlfriend?”
“More like his groupie.” Harry narrowed his eyes at the way the couple were smiling at each other.
“What’s wrong with her?”
“Why does she have to constantly be hanging around everywhere we go?”
“This is the first time she’s ever visited. She lives in England.”
“She’s so grating,” Harry continued. “She has zero personality.”
“She’s hardly even spoken to you.”
“I know. Rude, right?”
The girl in question reached over and took a French fry off Louis’s plate.
“You see that? I hate when girls do that.” Harry put on a high voice, “’Oh, I’ll just have a salad.’ Then they eat all your food. Little pig.”
Louis said something and the girl laughed.
“Phony.” Harry was on a roll. “And does she have to be all over him every single second? Have a little self-respect.”
“Harry, they’re holding hands.” Liam had paused in his eating and was studying Harry’s hostile body language.
“And she’s so clingy. I don’t know how he can stand her.”
“Could you be any more jealous?” Liam laughed.
“I’m not jealous. No, no, I’m not jealous. It’s just that when I see them together, I… don’t like it.” Harry curled his lip at the way she was leaning in toward Louis, pretending to hang on his every word.
“It’s obvious.” Liam continued. “You’re jealous because Louis is in a committed relationship, and you’re still running around with your various conquests.”
Harry finally pulled his gaze away from the happy couple to glare at Liam. “That’s so stupid. I’m not even twenty. Why would I want to waste my life on some fat girl?”
“I say, you’re either jealous of Louis, or you’re attracted to his girlfriend and trying to talk yourself out of it.”
“That’s so insightful of you, Liam. If this band thing doesn’t work out, you’ve got a real future in psychology.” Harry mocked. “Only, you’re completely wrong. I can absolutely, beyond any shadow of doubt, swear that I am not attracted to her.”
“Okay.” Liam gathered up his trash and stood. “Then try to stop acting like such a bitch before Louis overhears you.”
Harry watched Liam walk away, then turned back to Louis and the girl. She stole a quick kiss from her boyfriend.
“Jesus Christ, get a room already!” Harry muttered, tossing a French fry in her general direction.
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*sporfle* Thank you!
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I had a little too much fun getting my inner bitch on for this, I think! LOL
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