"Whatever, I don't care. You just watch yourself. Walking around these parts with that stuck up snob? You're not gonna like the attention you get." Matty warned as he opened the fridge, got another beer and twisted the top off. He flicked the cap at Sam, trying to keep to his anger. Anger was better than sadness. He wanted to hug his brother, he wanted to tell him how much he missed him and how proud he was.

He just couldn't handle all of this. College was one thing but a fucking boyfriend too? "It's a phase." Matty said it in English, looking away from Sam as he walked to the other end of the kitchen. "He looks down on us. On you. You're making an idiot of yourself."

Well, that part Harry could hear, as the language had stopped. He raised an eyebrow and then looked at Bobby. "Should I pretend I don't know English like you do with Spanish ooooor..."