STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY

~Louis~

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT, YOU JERK?” I yelled at my younger brother's best friend, Ashton Black. I just got back from Cambridge, and this is what you'll give to me?

THE FUCK?

Ed just told me that he went to Saffron's school so he can catch on Ashton, but what he told me was that he saw something, and it was FUCKING RIDICULOUS - HE KISSED MY LITTLE SISTER.

MY. LITTLE. SISTER.

SAFFRON NIAZ GRACE HUNTER.

SHE HAS MY MIDDLE NAME.

MY. FUCKING. MIDDLE. NAME.

NIAZ.

AND SHE'S A HUNTER.

SHE'S A FUCKING HUNTER.

SHE IS ONLY GIRL IN THE HOUSE.

IN. THE. FUCKING. HOUSE.

AND I DON'T WANT TO LOSE HER...

YET.

We'll talk about that 'yet' part later...

“I swear, it's all part of the plan!” He insisted.
“PLAN? WHAT FUCKING PLAN? LAST TIME I CHECKED, MY SISTER IS PLANNING ON GOING TO THAT BASTARDS' CONCERT TOMORROW.” I yelled at his face.
“Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Wait. Hold it right ther. Stop. Fucking stop. Halt. Hold the fuck up. Shut it. For your fucking information, Mr. Anger Management, 1D aren't bastards. They are ANGELIC MEMBERS of the BIGGEST BAND EXISTING IN THIS ERA. So, if you'll insult them more, I'll rip your balls, crush your bones, burn your soul, make the dogs eat your internal organs, stab your eyes, and tear your whole mouth.” He defended that band.

Honestly, are they even helpful to their lives? I mean, all they do is sing here, sing there. Smile here, smile there. Then, BAM! Dimes.

Anyway, back to the point.

“Okay, continue, please.” Ed sat down on his recliner again and continued playing FIFA.
“NOW, WHAT FUCKING PLAN ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?” I glared at Ashton.

Him and I are used to be best friends, until we reached middle school.

SO, YEAH. FUCK HIM.

“Well, I'm not sure if I'm allowed to say this to you...” He mumbled, looking down at the ground.
“Fucking tell me or you'll never see light again and breathe oxygen.” I threatened.
“Okay, fine! She asked me to be her boyfriend-” He started to say.
“WHAT?” I cut him off.

SHE ASKED HIM TO BE HER BOYFRIEND?

WHEN DID SHE LEARN HOW TO DO THAT WITHOUT ASKING PERMISSION FROM ME? AND WITHOUT DOING THE OLD, TRADITIONAL WAY?

WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?

“If you'll let me explain first-” I cut him off again.
“SHE ASKED YOU TO BE HER FUCKING BOYFRIEND? IS THIS SOME KIND OF FUCKING JOKE?”
“WHAT THE FUCK, LOUIS! SHUT UP AND LET ASH EXPLAIN!” Ed yelled.

Okay, then. If that's what he wants, I'll give it to him. I can easily understand.

So, I literally shut up and just stared at Ashton as he "explained" it.

“So...yeah.” He said when he finished explaining the explanation I didn't even listen to. I just stared at him, saying nothing, just as Ed had said: SHUT UP.
“Um...are you okay, Lou?” Ashton asked. I didn't say a word.
“Why the fuck aren't you talking, Lou?” Ed asked. I just sighed, and went for the door. I grabbed my coat, wore it, and rode my motorcycle, before anyone could stop me.

“LOUIS! WHERE ARE YOU GOING? WHY DID YOU JUST SHUT UP?” I heard the bastards yell, but I just started driving to that so-called, "school."

WITHOUT A FUCKING HELMET.

BECAUSE LOUIS HUNTER IS A REBEL.

Okay, about that 'yet' part.

Stay with me 'cuz I'm gonna be quick.

Saffron is adopted. We found her near the orphanage. Dad informed the orphanage, decided to adopt, then BAM!

Saffron might be taken away from us if we are not responsible.

Notes

Edward Hunter is ME. I wish I would have a boyfriend like him...