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Okay, but seriously, you guys asked, so we answered. This list can be accessed at any time here on our blog, as well as here, obviously. So anyway, we hope you enjoy (all) of them!
EDIT: One thing that I forgot to say, that is probably kind of obvious- this list will be updated whenever we add a new preference.
We don’t… but we’re gonna try to make one soon! Right now though, we do have a link on the blog (that you can find here) where you can read all of the preferences we’ve ever written. we’ll keep you updated on that masterlist, and try to get it to you really soon.
Read part one here: http://lovely-1d-preferences.tumblr.com/post/76576216255/bsm-you-argue-with-him-but-make-up-the-next-day-part
Niall: (Your P.O.V.)
I woke up in my bed, which was weird because I didn’t really remember how I got there. I stumbled to my bathroom, rubbing my eyes and scratching my head trying to wake myself up. It wasn’t till I got to my bathroom and started trying to remove last nights make up that I fully woke up smelled the bacon. Not metaphorically or anything, I could actually smell bacon. Weird, I thought, Niall only wakes up to make breakfast when I’m mad at him. And then it hit me, I was mad at him, and I suddenly had no desire to get up. So I didn’t, I went back to bed and laid there thinking about what I’d said the night before. I had almost fallen back to sleep when I heard a knock on my door.
"(Y/N)…" said a whisper coming through the crack in the door. "(Y/N)… I know you’re awake, I heard you flush the toilet. Okay, I’m coming in, cover up." I rolled over and pulled my covers over my head, and groaned, "I have bacon and sausageee…," he sang, and I pulled the covers up higher. "And hot chocolate?" I poked my nose out of the covers for that one. "Haha! You are awake!"
"Maybe… Do I still get bacon if I say no?"
"That all sort of depends on one thing."
"And what is that? Because I can go make my own bacon," I said, pulling the covers back and swinging my legs over the side of the bed so that I could get up.
"No, no, no, no. Wait, wait. (Y/N) wait." I groaned again pulled my legs back under the covers. "I’m sorry okay? I really am. I had no idea thats how you felt, and I know I haven’t been the best role model and I’ve been a really crappy big brother, and I know that. I do. But I don’t know what you want me to do. And I want to do better, but I really don’t know what to do."
"Look, Ni. I just sort of felt abandoned. Greg had already moved out, and then so did you. And I’m happy for you, I really am. You’re out living your dreams, and I couldn’t be prouder. But you were gone, and you never called, and I never saw you, and then you come back after months and expect me to be waiting for you exactly the way we left off. And I can’t do that, because I can’t constantly keep putting my life on hold so that it suits you."
"You’re right," Niall said, climbing into my bed beside me and pulling me into his arms. "It’s not fair. I have an idea though."
"Does it involve me eating bacon? Because if it does, I’m all for it."
"No… Well yes. Maybe? Thats not the point. Do you want to come on tour with me next year?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, there’s always an extra bunk in the bus, and you get along with all the boys, and you always love coming to our shows, so why not? It’d be fun. We’d be together so much that you’d get sick of me."
"YES NIALL! OF COURSE I WANT TO TOUR WITH YOU! Can I have my breakfast now?"
Liam: (Your P.O.V.)
I woke up to someone pounding on the door, so hard that it was shaking the door frame, and in turn me, seen as I was sleeping against it.
"Okay, okay! Jeez I’m coming. Chill." I pulled myself up and put my hand on the door knob, trying to pull myself out of the sleep-induced disorientation before I opened the door. Thats when I remembered what had happened yesterday, and yanked my hand away from the door knob. "I don’t want to talk to you Liam."
"Its not Liam, (Y/N). Please open the door," a female voice traveled through the locked and bolted door, taking me by surprise. I opened the door slowly and cautiously, not entirely sure who it was that had been pounding on your front door for who knows how long.
"What do you want- shit." What was she doing here? Not 12 hours ago I was screaming at her and causing a scene in the middle of a packed London restaurant, and now she was stood at my door. I was confused to say the least.
"Can I come in?" she asked.
"Uh, sure, I guess." I stood back and let her walk into my small, messy flat.
"You’re house is lovely."
"Um, thanks. I don’t want to be rude or anything, but what are you doing here?"
"Liam is upset. Like really upset, I’ve never seen him like this before." The words hurt me, I hated to see my big brother upset, but we were fighting, and I still wasn’t ready to see him again.
"I’m sorry, but I really see how that’s my problem."
"Well thats why I’m here (Y/N). After you left the restaurant yesterday, he was angry. But not at you, he was angry at me for making you angry. He ran out after you, but I guess he was too late to catch you because, well, you’re here and he’s not."
"I’m still not really sure how-"
"Just let me finish, please. I’m almost done, I promise." I held my hands up in defeat, and she took a deep breath. "I followed him back to the flat, and I tried calling him, but he wouldn’t answer and he wouldn’t let me in. Well, actually, he answered once, but only to break up with me and tell me to go away." I tried, and failed, to hide the shock on my face, earning a laugh from her. "Don’t act so shocked. You know that Liam takes everything you say to heart. You matter to him, a lot. He takes everything you say to heart. As much as it pains me to admit it, you’re the most important thing in Liams life, (Y/N)”
"I- I don’t know what to say."
After a short burst of nervous laughter, she spoke again. “Well I do. I care about Liam, (Y/N), I really do. And because I care about him, I know that the thing that he needs right now isn’t me, or his friends, or another girlfriends, its you.”
10 minutes later, I was outside Liams flat. I took out the key he had given me when he first moved in and opened the door. ”Li? Where are you? Liam?”
"(Y/N) is that you?"— and before I could reply I was engulfed in a bone crushing hug. "OhmygodImsohappyyourehereImsosorrypleaseforgivemeIwassoworriedaboutyouyouwerentansweringmycallsImsohappyyoureoka-"
"Woah, woah, woah Li. Slow down. I can’t understand a word that you’re saying."
"I’m so so so so sorry (Y/N). Yesterday, I tried to follow you, but when I came out you were already gone, and I tried to follow you but you weren’t answering your phone or your door, and I didn’t know what to do, but I broke up with her."
"I trust you, and if you don’t think she’s right for me then you’re probably right."
"I’m so so so sorry, please please please just forgive me."
"LIAM! Be quiet for a minute would you? Its okay! And you know what, big brother, I think I might have been wrong about her," I said with a grin as I pulled my confused looking brother into a hug. I’d explain later, I thought.
Harry: (His P.O.V.)
I went to sleep angry, and I woke up angry. And by went to sleep I mean that I never really managed to get to sleep at all, and by woke up I mean that I got fed up trying. I couldn’t believe (Y/N). I’m her big brother, she should be able to trust me. She’s my best friend, why doesn’t she think that she can trust me? I just want to help her. I tried to watch TV, but nothing could keep me interested. My mind was in a hundred different places at once, trying to figure out what it was that (Y/N) was keeping from me. I needed to clear my head, cool off and get some clarity. I went on a walk, taking the backstreets, trying to avoid the crowds, to my favorite thinking spot in the park. I sat on a bench and tried to take some deep breaths. I got about ten minutes of peace before some fans found me. They asked for a picture, and I said yes, of course. They shouldn’t have to miss out just because I’m having a bad day. I smiled at them and we chatted for a little while.
As they were just about to leave, they turned to me and said, “We just want you to know that your real fans aren’t the ones sending hate to your little sister. Its only a few idiots, but the negative always screams louder than the positive. We’re sorry about it though, and we just hoped you could pass along the message that the majority of us support her 100%.”
"What?" It hit me like a ton of bricks, but it added up. This was just like her. She wouldn’t have wanted to tell me that she was having issues with my fans, because she would never want to come between us. I knew she had minor issues with a few fans before, but this sounded as though it was more than a couple of mean tweets.
"You didn’t know?" one of the asked, confused. "We wouldn’t have said anything, but she seems to be taking it kind of hard. One of our friends saw her yesterday and she looked like she’d been crying."
"No, I didn’t. I’ll make sure to tell her she has your support, it means a lot. I have to go and I think you can figure out why."
"Of course! It was great to meet you!" they shouted after me, and I waved goodbye as I ran back. I reached my flat, and jumped in my car. I hit almost every traffic light, and pounded my steering wheel in frustration. I unlocked my phone and opened twitter. I searched (Y/T/N) and I was horrified at everything I saw.
@y/t/n is so fat and ugly and such a bitch why does harry even waste his time with her
@y/t/n you’re such an attention whore
@y/t/n you should go jump of a cliff nobody would care
And those were the mild ones. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t seen these. And this had been going on for weeks, months even. Why hadn’t I seen it sooner. The light turned green and I roared the car away towards (Y/N)’s flat. I skidded to a stop in front of her house, barely even waiting to turn the car off before I jumped out. Within seconds I was pounding on the door. “Alright, alright I’m coming!” (Y/N) yelled from behind the door. The doorknob turned, and she cracked the door open. “Yes?” she asked.
"Uh, hi (Y/N). It’s me."
"Can I come in?"
I let out a laugh. It was good to see that she was mad at me. It made me realize that she was still her. “I saw twitter”.
"Ah. Well, I’m fine, so you can just… shoo," she said gesturing towards my car.
"Uh, not a chance. Well, I guess if you won’t let me in, I’ll just sit out here, on the doorstep in the cold," I said dramatically. She rolled her eyes and smiled a little as she flung open the door and walked away. I followed her and closed the door behind me. One look at her living room and I could tell that she wasn’t okay. The place was a mess, and (Y/N) hated mess. "Woah, what happened here?" I asked as she ran around trying to clean the place up.
"Uh, nothing. I’ve just been… busy lately." I looked at her with raised eyebrows, and she just shrugged at me.
"Look, (Y/N), I saw twitter. Why didn’t you just tell me? What’s the point of having a big brother if you can’t trust him to protect you? It’s my job to protect you! You’re my little sister for God’s sake."
"You know why."
"Yeah, and it’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. If any one knows how you’re feeling, it’s me. Have you looked at my twitter lately? Sure, half of it is fans, who I love to death, and the other half is people calling me fake and telling me I’d be better off dead. And it’s not just online, theres always people screaming horrible things at me in the streets and accusing me of things that I’ve never even heard of."
"I know, but you know that I’d never want to come between you and your fans, and I’d never want you to even think that I would try to. I guess I didn’t want to tell you why I was upset because I thought that telling you that I was having problems with your fans would backfire and come between us." I shook my head and laughed.
"Come here, you silly," I said as I held my arms out to hug her. "Promise me something will you? Don’t ever try to keep anything from me again. Deal?"
"Deal," she said with a smile, as she buried her head into my shoulder.
Louis: (His P.O.V.)
Today is exactly a week from the day me and (Y/N) got into that fight and she left. One week of not talking, but one week of planning on my part. I had a lot of help from the boys of course, but I’m still going to take all the credit. I mean, I did come up with it. Okay, so maybe it was actually Zayn that came up with it, but shh, not important. Today’s the day that I’m going to get (Y/N) to stop not talking to me. I just hope everything goes according to plan. I was going over everything that I had to do in my head, when Zayn knocked on my flat door.
"Hey, man. You ready?"
"I think so. Now or never right?"
"Harry and Niall picked (Y/N) up, and they’re driving her there now. They told her they were taking her to a movie. And Liam’s already there to make sure everything’s ready. So, you ready to go?"
We got in the car and drove to the movie theater. I texted Niall and told him to take the long way so that they would get stuck in traffic and buy us some more time. My big plan was about to be put into action. I just hope it’s enough.
"They’re here! They’re here! Everyone shut up. SHHHHH!" Liam shouted from the door, turning off the light as he and everyone else got into their positions, hiding behind tables and chairs.
We heard the door swing open, and the muffled sounds of conversation as (Y/N), Harry and Niall walked into the room. “What movie did you say we were seeing again?” she asked, and I took that as my cue.
"One, two, three," I whispered, and everyone jumped up, Liam flipped the light switch, and everyone yelled "SURPRISE!". I wish someone could have snapped a picture of her face, because in that moment I was way too nervous to see how she was going to react to seeing me.
"Oh my god you guys!" She screamed as she hugged Liam, Harry and Niall. "What’s this for?" She still hadn’t seen me.
"Well, actually, it was Louis."
"Oh," she sighed, and the smile fell from her face as her eyes fell on me. This wasn’t going to be easy. Niall shoved her in my direction, and Zayn shoved me towards her. We couldn’t avoid each other forever, and we were going to have to work it out sooner or later. "Hey," she mumbled.
"Look, (Y/N), I know you probably aren’t ready to forgive me right now, and you know what, I don’t blame you. But I guess I was just hoping that maybe, if I begged hard enough, you might be able to consider it."
"I don’t know Lou, you really hurt my feelings. And it wasn’t just last week, it’s all the time. I feel like you never consider how what you say is going to make me feel."
"I know, it isn’t fair and it isn’t right. And I know you won’t be able to forgive me right away, and I can live with that. But I figured that there was no way you would forgive me if I didnt try. Butttttt, I did bring you cake, so I mean, that has to help a little bit right? Oh! And tea, I got tea, too."
She smiled at me and snatched the cake and tea. She swallowed the cake in two bites, and drank the tea in one gulp. I must have looked shocked, because her smile got bigger as she said, “I was starving. Niall and Harry have been driving me around for HOURS.” We laughed and took our seats to watch the movie. Maybe we could go back to how it was before after all.
Zayn: (Your P.O.V.)
I woke up in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room, not really knowing or remembering where I was or why I was there. That is until I heard the muffled argument coming from outside the closed door. I couldn’t tell exactly what was going on or what they were saying, but I knew who it was. It was Zayn. I would recognize his voice anywhere and I could tell he was upset. I practically sprung from the bed and over to the door, my hand already on the door knob, but the voices stopped me from turning it.
"Perrie, please. Just let me see her, just let me talk to her. Please," he pleaded. "Please. I made a mistake, and you have to let me tell her that. You have to let me explain myself." At this point, I had my ear pressed to the crack in the door at that point.
"Zayn. You know I can’t do that. You hurt her. You really, really hurt her. And I’m not letting you go anywhere near her until she’s ready to see you," Perrie replied. Hearing Zayn’s voice nearly broke me. I hated fighting with him, but I didn’t know if I was ready to forgive him. Either way, I opened the door. Slowly, barely peeking out at first. I didn’t really want them to know I was there, but the door creaked when I tried to open it. Their heads turned, and they both looked shocked to see me there.
"(Y/N), I can make him leave if you don’t want to see him," Perrie said, looking at me like I was a wounded puppy. I shook my head to let her know that it was okay. I wanted to talk to him, I needed to talk to my big brother. "Okay, I’ll be downstairs if you need me. Okay?" As she walked away, Zayn walked towards me. He stepped forward, and I stepped back.
"No, Zayn. You listen. I’m your sister, and I’m always going to be your sister, because family is forever or some shit like that. You don’t get to choose your family, but that doesn’t mean that you can blame me whenever you have a bad day, which you seem to be doing more and more lately. You can’t go around blaming everyone else when something in your life goes wrong. I put up for it for a while, but I’m done with that. I can’t be bothered, quite honestly. So, if you’re ready to stop blaming everyone else, specifically me, for everything that goes wrong in your life, then I might be convinced to forgive you."
"I’m sorry, okay? I really am. I’m stressed, I’m always stressed. And it isn’t fair for me to take that out on you. And I don’t expect you to forgive me right away, because I’ve been kind of a dick lately."
"Kind of?" I scoffed, and he laughed. It was good to hear him laugh.
"Yeah, okay, okay." He smiled at me, and I smiled back. "I haven’t treated you well the past few weeks. And I’m sorry for that, I really am. Do you think you can forgive me?"
I walked over to him with a smile on my face and my arms outstretched. He smiled and held his arms up to me as well. We embraced for a second, and then I jerked my head back. “One condition,” I said, as he lifted his head up to look me in the eyes.
"And what’s that?" he asked.
"You do my half of the chores for a week."
"Deal," he said with a chuckle.
I saw a flash and heard an “Awwwwwww,” from the top of the stairs, “That one’s going on Instagram,” Perrie said with a smile.
A/N: sorry about the recent hiatus, i’ve been completely overwhelmed with school work and just been having an overall rough time lately. I know it’s not an excuse, but i’m really sorry nonetheless. hope you guys enjoy this (VERY LATE) part two. -chloe
"Wait, (Y/N)! Where are you going?" I hear Harry’s accent behind me as I quickly walk through the nighttime wind. Tears threaten my eyes and blur my vision so I can’t see where I’m going. "Please, just stop and listen to me!" Harry pleads.
"No, Harry. I don’t want to talk to you," I say in a shaky voice. I find our car in the crowded lot and pull on the passenger door handle. It’s locked. Harry is behind me, and I hear him pull his keys out. There is a click and the lights turn on, and I am able to pull the door open so I can step inside and sit down. I feel secure for a few moments, and a couple of tears unknowingly drip from my eyes. Just before Harry sits down in the seat beside me, I find the ability to suppress my emotions. He takes a deep breath before speaking.
"What’s gotten into you?" he asks innocently. I am appalled.
"How dare you ask me what’s wrong when you know perfectly well!" I snap before I stop myself. This is not the conversation I want to be having at the moment. Harry seems surprised by my words, but his features soften after we stare at one another for a solid minute.
"Oh," he says quietly. "Yeah…um, about that."
"No," I interrupt him. "Harry, I don’t want to hear about that. I already know what you said, and you know what you said, so you don’t need to tell me again."
"I -" he starts.
"No. I don’t want to hear some stupid apology. You know what you did, and you know how I feel about those things. In fact-" Harry reaches over and cuts me off by putting his finger over my lips.
"Hear me out, would you (Y/N)?" he pleads. I sigh and say nothing. "I do know what I said, and I am really really sorry. I do know how you feel about those things, and I was tired and tipsy and, well, I had no filter. My mouth was faster than my brain, but I’m sure you already know that." He takes my hand in both of his and looks me in the eyes. "I am so, so sorry. This isn’t the way you deserve to be treated, and I don’t think I really deserve your forgiveness." He breaks the eye contact, yet still holds onto my hand. His are warm and large, and I can’t help but want to turn to mush.
"Harry…" I start. His eyes snap back up to mine, and I can see how tired and desperate for forgiveness he is. I give a small smile. "I accept your apology. But please be a little more sensitive towards me, will you? It’s not easy being your sister, and I don’t need more things piling up on me, especially from you. Okay?"
His eyes turn from sad to sweet in a mere second, and his cheekbones are lifted by the curve of his lips. “Alright,” he says to me.
We pull out of the car park and onto the road, where the darkness of the night is illuminated by street lamps and the stars, as well as Harry’s sweet singing voice and laughter. And that makes our evening all worthwhile, hearing his happiness flow through the air.
A/N: So, what did you guys think of this preference? Sorry if it’s not too good, but I didn’t want you guys to wait any longer for it. I hope you did like it though, after all, I put my personal time on break to write for you. I don’t know where Chloe has been, but I will try to get in contact with her and give you guys an update soon. We are almost done with the part 2 of the fighting and making up pref, and we are also working on some of the individual bsms that have been requested as well. All I ask of you guys is to be a little patient with us. Also, I am writing a fanfic on my main blog, so I’ll be putting a bit more time into that instead. THINGS WILL GET DONE, I promise! x
We haven’t exactly sorted out a proper list yet, but we do have a link to all of the ones we’ve written (it’s just a bit difficult to constantly add to a list), so you may have to scroll through them a bit to find the ones you want to read. I’m thinking about getting a real list in there soon when I can. Click here to read! xx
OH YEAH! Thanks for reminding me. I checked the drafts and I think we started on one of the boys but never got around to finishing it. We’ll get it done when we have time! Since it’s spring break, I’ll try to work on it this week. Thanks!!
I’m not sure which one you requested…we get a lot of requests and we take a lot of time to make sure each one is okay (no typos, grammar mistakes, etc.) and lately we’ve been pretty busy since it’s the end of a school term. I really appreciate your patience, and we can get it done as soon as we can. Could you just refresh my memory as to what your request was? It would be easier for me to get it done that way. And you’re not bothering me at all. I can totally understand where you’re coming from. xxx
"Harry! C’mon, I didn’t mean to get Sharpie on the table!" you whined. You were 10 and living with your brother. It was hard sometimes, but you both had a really great time. There were often difficulties though, like this one. You had to make a poster for a school project, and you accidentally got the smallest bit of Sharpie ink on the dinner table. And the table was white. The Sharpie was gold.
"You’re ten! You are big enough to be a little more careful than this," Harry said.
"I knoooow!" you said, raising your voice. You were getting really annoyed now. Why couldn’t he just paint over it and let it go? Your big brother closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"I don’t really want to do this, (Y/N). But I don’t really have a choice." He really wasn’t going to say what you thought he was, was he? "I’m putting you in time out for the next 30 minutes," he said. What? That wasn’t what you thought he was going to say at all. Maybe no TV for a week, or no sleepovers at the least. Time out?
"Harry, I’m not 5 anymore! Really? Time out?" you asked in a sassy tone.
"I don’t want to treat you like you’re 5 anymore! But when you do things like this I don’t have a choice, do I?" You knew your brother was under a lot of pressure and stress, so you always tried to make his life easy. Instead of arguing, you huffed and walked away. You sat down on one of the chairs in the dining room, and after a few minutes, you smelled the smell of your favorite food being made.
"I love you!" Harry called from the kitchen. You smiled to yourself and dittoed him.
A/N: Hey guys! I’ve had this drafted for a super long time and only got around to writing Harry’s (sorry!) but yeah I haven’t been on so I figured I better give you something. It’s sweet and short, and I hope you enjoy it! Currently, Chloe and I are working on the part two of when Harry calls you fat and the part two of the fight and make up preference is in progress as well! Thanks for all your support!
Hey guys! I would really like to apologize for the fact that Chloe and I
Yessss! Please be patient, as we have a BUNCH of requests to write! Thank you :)
Yep! We’ll add it to the list!
Yes! We have just been really super duper busy this week, but we are hoping to find some time this weekend or this coming week. Thank you for being so patient! :) It will be out soon!
Yeah, I was planning on it (that’s why I put ‘part 1’) in the title. I’ll try working on it this weekend, if I have time. But I promise that I’ll get it done! :)
i would like to apologize for this— my internet has been down all week so i havent been able to work on it or post it, and i’m really sorry. it’ll be up asap. -chloe
I was stood in front of my mirror, staring at myself in my new dress. I felt good, and I looked it too. I was almost down to my ideal weight and I felt like celebrating. Luckily enough for me, my big brother was taking me out for dinner. And we always have fun whenever we’re together. When I heard my front door open, followed by the unmistakable cheery hello, I squealed with excitement. I ran down the stairs and into Harry’s strong arms. He kissed me on the top of my head and hugged me tightly. I haven’t seen him in such a long time since he had been on tour.
"Hey, lovely!" he greeted me, releasing the hug. "How are you doing? I haven’t seen you in ages!" I give a small giggle as he smiles at me.
"I’m doing great, Harry! But let’s save the small talk for dinner, alright?" I tell him.
"That’s fine by me, as I haven’t gotten the chance to take a wee in 9 hours." He walks off to the restroom and I’m left standing by the front door, grinning like an idiot for two minutes. He comes back out and lets me know that the reservations are already made. He also adds in that he just needs to change and clean himself up a bit and then we can go.
He puts on a nice black button up shirt and some slacks that aren’t too dressy. The car ride to the restaurant reminds me of back before he was famous, when he would drive me to school or the store and we would sing along to whatever song we knew. This ride was the same. We made up lyrics to songs that we didn’t know and sang at the top of our lungs to our favorites.
Once we arrive at the fancy restaurant, we give our name and are escorted to the table. It’s dark in here, with only two small candles lighting up the surface of each table and a dim light above. In fact, we can hardly read our menus, and I have to stifle a laugh when Harry mispronounces his order.
For the while that we wait for our food, we chat and laugh over warm bread and crisp salad. He drinks several glasses of the fancy wine and tells me of all the funny things that happened on tour, crazy fans, and what it feels like to be up on the stage almost every night. I can tell that the alcohol is having a slight impact on his brain, but not enough to be too distinct.
"It’s absolutely insane, looking out at all those screaming fans and sparkling lights," he explains as I take a bite of my salad. "I mean, can you even imagine? Those people are screaming for me, well, us. Here I am, traveling the world and playing sold-out shows to hundreds of thousands of people. Just think, that only five years ago I was sitting home and doing nothing, now it seems like I don’t have time to even think about home. It’s just weird."
Our waitress interrupts his ramble with our food. She sets my steaming dish of veggies, pasta, and chicken in front of me. It smells so good, I can feel my mouth watering and I can’t wait to dig in.
"Whoa, are you sure you can eat all of that?" Harry asks me. I’m not too sure myself, since the plate is basically twice the size of his head. I shrug and shove a forkful of the delicious, hot food into my mouth. The flavors burst on my tongue, and I almost don’t want to swallow.
Half an hour later, I’m still going. The food is too good, and I can’t risk stopping only for the temptation of having more. I take a sip of my water while looking up at my brother. He has only eaten a small portion of what he ordered and is staring at me like an animal.
"What?" I ask him, taking my fork into my hand once more.
"I’ve never seen you eat like that before," he states. In all honesty, I don’t think I have ever eaten like this before, mostly because I’ve never had food like this before.
I keep eating, and I finally become stuffed. I lean back and pat my stomach, and remember that I’m wearing my new dress.
"Harry," I say, catching his attention. he was playing with the salt and pepper shakers. "I almost forgot to ask, but what do you think of my new dress?"
He studies my body up and down before answering. “I, uh, it’s a nice color on you.” I smile. “But it looks pretty tight.” The smile falls from my face. Tight? I know that the sizes run a little small, which is why I got one just a size bigger. It fit pretty loosely in the store, but after a few minor adjustments, I managed to make it fit a little better. But how in the world could it be tight?
"Well…what do you mean?" I ask him carefully. I’m scared of his answer, because I know Harry would never point those things out. It must be the wine.
"I’m just saying that you look like you’ve put on some weight since I saw you last, that’s all." He reaches a hand back to rub the back of his neck. It’s true, I have put on some weight, but it’s been more than a half a year, so of course I’m growing.
"So…are you just saying that I look different? Because that’s normal for someone my age, Harry." I stir my straw around my half empty water glass.
He takes another drink of wine and a deep breath, then says something. “You look kind of fat, alright?”
Fat? No, Harry couldn’t have said that. But he did. He’s looking down awkwardly at his plate, pushing food around with his fork. I don’t even know what to say to him. Tears brim my eyes, and before I know what I’m even doing, I stand up from the chair and go wherever my legs take me.