Same Stars

Chapter 23

Dedicated to 5PenguinsForSummer because I miss you af and I want to hangout with the rest of the group... Thank you for the constant support with my book tine :) btw Chine will be back this week...

Quick note [ there will be more switching in their P.O.V.s so please keep up with it... :)]

Harry's P.O.V.

"Thanks for the ride." I gave her a small smile and got my things from behind. She returns the gesture and answers "Anytime best."

The car door clicks, and it automatically opens. One of which, I can point out her dad did. "Bye." I stepped out of the car feeling normal.

As her car drives away, I am nailed unto where I am standing. No signs of nervousness... I can just slip off and tell them I was sleep walking and continuously hitting myself with a lamp.

Bullshit! Who am I kidding?

Ahh my heart beat has gone faster and my palms begin to sweat. I am pacing back and forth in our yard, Styles you're running out of ideas. I wish we had a tree so I can just climb my way through my room, but no my parents had to plant these... uh- bushes.

Maybe I could cover my face...

With a book? That sounds so wrong. Wait... father did not take out his newspaper today I might as well use it! It's big enough. Today's newspaper is beside the ever-so-famous 'WELCOME' rug, and I grabbed it whilst my other hand held the door knob. 1...2...3...

The door made a 'creek' sound and I curse silently.

Door: I'm a door, what do you expect?

I'm glad, that our house is wide, allowing tall walls to separate the room. But at the same time I'm hating the fact that it will take you atleast twenty-five steps to get to the second floor. Our stairs are intended to be two, opposite to each other so that we will have easier access to rooms, and I took the closest to the door. Usually I would take a sandwich from the counter and go to the other flight but I can't risk showing them this.

I quickened my pace and I am relieved to have reached the upper floor with no one suspecting, the newspaper was just ridiculous! There is no way I can skip a family dinner, they would slit my throat and force me to eat.

My first go to was the bathroom, I need to cover them up.I took my glasses off and wiped the glass. I am glad these still work even if they are a burden, rather carry a bulky thing on my nose than to walk this world with a blurred eyesight.

As I place it back, I can see a few cuts in my face and two sore areas. The last thing I need is a blackeye and a broken nose. I have none on my arms, sad. I was actually planning on getting back to my sweaters.
Now to get to my sister's cosmetic box.

She places it somewhere beneath her bed, Gem will be here for three weeks before going back to my Aunt Dianne in New York. The box had already been blanketted with dust, it doesn't look like the ones she uses... When I open them it still looks like a bunch of coloring materials for the face, why doubt she has a lot of them.

"Just this..." the thing labelled with foundation, and a brush "And this."

Silently walking back to the bathroom, I noticed the hot water on the bathtub was on. I don't remember that happening a while ago, seems peculiar. I closed the door quickly and tried applying it on my face, and it is harder than it seems. The substance is like holding bird poop.

O_O Which is a horrible experience I do not want to share. Should I or should I not turn the water off, what if there is a weird ritual happening. I'm absolutely sure my parents are busy downstairs and Gemma is most likely to hang out with his weird boyfriend Ashton, because it is their Date Day or something.
I decided to turn it off.

The foundation made my bruises unnoticable, and my cuts, I'll just find the bandaides in my father's drawer.
A glanced at the mirror, to ensure my plan won't fail.

But the door scrammbled a little, it certainly wouldn't be my parents they prefer the comfort room downstairs.

It opened and revealed my sister in a robe with her shoulder pushing the phone in her ear.
What-how??

As soon as she saw me in the mirror her eyes were big and she shouted "What the fuck!" She jumps back making the phone fall.

"No you what the f-flamingos!" I countered. I had too much cursing today!
My natural reaction was to grab her stuff and run, but she stopped me.

"Hey wait." Her hands held my shirt and she made me step backwards. "Where did you get that?"

"Um-ugh these?" In my palm, was the tube of foundation and the brush. I can't tell her about the fight, but I can't plant the idea of her thinking I'm gay. Just the thought of them thinking I'm gay makes me cringe.

"Yes these." She grabbed the items. I just shrugged, I feel like I'm stuck in an impasse.

"These are my fucked up makeup." What the?

"What do you mean?"

"You know, makeups that aren't usable anymore. I mean the texture..." she kept talking about things that don't really matter. What matters is my face here.

"Oh no, oh no." I kept repeating the same phrase whilst washing my face. "Get me a towel, please Gem just get me one."

"Okay! Okay!" We were both in the state of panic. She came back with it, I washed it instantly.

"Why did you touch it?" Well, maybe if you bloody label your things it would have been easier. I didn't reply as I continued to run the wet cloth on my face.
When she glanced at the mirror, her eyes widened at the sight of my bruises.

"Harry, who did this to you?" I sighed and she tilted my chin, checking the effect of our brawl this morning. I pushed my glasses further up my nosebridge and carried on.

"Hey I asked you." She has always been the one dealing with my cases in school, especially when people bullied me. Everything went smoothly, but three years ago when she graduated so did my supposed to be 'peaceful' highschool life. I want to show her that I'm alright and I can, for once stand up for myself.

I let out a deep breath.
"I got into a fight today, okay. Now what I want you to do is just set it aside."

"How, how can I allow this to happen." She walked over and placed her hands on her hips, she looks pissed. She licks her lips before speaking again "I should've known you weren't safe without me." She shakes her head in disappointment, I guess.

"Hey, it's not your fault. I'll deal with this myself... if you don't stop now, I can never do it throughout." It's true. I don't want to sit back and let this happen, maybe I should learn kickboxing sometime. She gave me a small smile and went back to her business.

"Well if you get in trouble for punching someone next time Harry, you might as well hit them hard."

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