Darling || h.s. au {Completed}

T w e n t y S e v e n

"W-what?"

Drew grabs my tangled curls and pushes me back, I, in my hysterical state, fall back.

"I'll make him leave auntie, it's okay."

Her aunt frowns at me, but walks out.

"Get up!" Drew yells before waking out of the room.

I obey and stand up, then follow her down the stairs and outside. She close the door behind me before wiping her eyes.

"Can't you leave me alone?" she asks, her voice is weak, making me want to cry.

"W-what do you mean?"

"You called me a slut! Do you know how that made me feel Harry? I'm a fucking virgin, I wanted you to be my first! But when you called me that, and told me that the reason I almost got raped was my own fault, Harry, you made me believe it! You made me feel like I deserved it, like I wanted it!" she whisper yells.

"Drew, I-I, I want thinking straight. It's just, y-you were lying to me, and I got angry-"

"And you accused me of cheating on you! Harry, how could you?" she interrupted.

I want to tell her why I am the way I am, why that person was really me. But I can't, she wouldn't understand the years of pain, suffering, and silence I had to edure. She doesn't know that I slowly watched my sister starve herself, until she finally got tired of it all. She doesn't know that I heard what Des did to Gemma through the walls every night and I couldn't do one thing about it.

She doesn't know the real me. I don't want her to know the real me. But I want her to at the same time. I want her to brush my hair away from my face while I lay back and tell her my whole life, starting from whatever I can remember, I ant to feel her comforting kisses on my forehead while I just let myself go. I just want her to know everything, I want her to fix it. I want her to kiss it and make it better.

She doesn't know what happened to me.

"I-I-I," I stutter, unable to form even one word with the dryness in my lungs.

For a second, the patio is quiet, just like when I first met her, I hear the leaves being carried by wind. I grab her hand and press my lips against it, sinking to my knees again in front of her. While I ghost my lips over her hand, I whisper.

"If you knew why I am who I am, you wouldn't want to know me."

She sighs, and for a moment, I feel like she's forgiven me. Then she speaks five words that shatter my heart into a million pieces.

"Never talk to me again."

She yanks her hand back and turns to open the door. I grab it again and yank her so she's facing me.

"Is that really what you want?" I ask, I feel every breath I have leave my mouth in suspense.

"No." I smile. "But it's what I need."

I sink back down into the darkness in myself and sniffle. I let go of her hand, but she stays, her other hand on the knob.

"Promise me." I say, looking at my knees.

"Promise me you won't try to kill yourself."

She crosses her arms when I look up.

"Why do you care? You don't love me."

But I do. That's not what I say though, I have no time before something else pours from my mouth. Directly after, what I say earns a yes from her.

"Because I already lost my sister."