Kalon//H.S

7

Harry's POV

Vodka in a champagne glass

Nothing better than sitting on my balcony at two thirty in the fucking morning on a Friday night drinking vodka out of a champagne glass. I should be partying, getting laid, doing cocaine off of some random hookers back. But alas, this is what my life is and I'm fucking tired of it. I just wish she wasn't sick, I wish things were back to how they were a few months ago when I didn't have to worry about her dropping dead any fucking minute, I wish I didn't have to stop everything I was doing and come home as soon as I can just because she feels a bit nauseous. I wish the cancer would just leave. Why can't it leave like everything else in my life goddamn life? It sounds very fucking selfish, maybe it is. 

The moonlight reflects off of the sliding glass door that is sat just behind me, illuminating the railing of the two story high balcony. I often come out here so I can sulk in my pity party alone in the depths of night. It's quiet, the only place that feels quiet. Between Arcane and Morana, my mother being on her deathbed, taking care of my sister, oh and running one of the biggest drug cartels in Jersey, I never get quiet.

"H, what are you doing out here? It's really late" A soft, tired voice comes up behind me, there goes my quiet.

"Olly, hey. I was just erm, having some me time. Why are you up so late, miss?" I responded to my 16 year old sister.

"Couldn't sleep, may I join you?" she asks, already sitting down. Responding to that question is useless, she is always welcome to join.

"Look H, I'm getting really worried about mum" she breaks the silence. "She's been exhausted these past few days, she can't even bring herself to get up and use the bathroom some days." Olly sighs

"I know, I've noticed too kiddo. She was doing so well, like she was on a high ''I say with one monotone breath. "But with every high, there becomes a devastating low." I just hope this low won't be the low. I know Olly couldn't take it, she's very tough, I will give her that, but not that tough. Her and mum were always super close, until mum got sick.

Seeing my mum slowly fade and crumble was hard enough, but I saw my sister crumble with her. You can tell my mother's ill just by her physical appearance. Her sunken in eyes, her crack lipped smile, the shedding of her brown hair caused by the harsh treatment. But Olly, her eyes lost the child-like glimmer she once had, her bright smile was rarely seen as it was replaced by a fake, and she lost interest in everything that made her her. I cant loose the two things I've ever had, yet it seems like I am.

"Will things ever go back to normal Harry?" Olly mumbled.

"Normal is something we've never known Oliver. Maybe this is how our normal is supposed to be ''I struggled, knowing this is our normal for now. Sometimes I wish I had the answers she deserves.

"I really fucking hope not, I cant keep existing like this. All of this change. It's driving me absolutely mad and there's nothing I can do about it." I can tell there's more to how she feels just by how she's speaking. "I know we aren't the ideal family, but fuck man." she continues.

"I know love, but maybe we can be content in the chaos. We don't have to fight through the storm, we just have to find the eye."

A/N

hello everyone! sorry for the shorter chapter, the moods a bit darker on this one so let me know how you feel about harry and olly! i love you all, thank you!