"I fucking ruined everything, Haze. Fucking hell. I fucking ruined it." He paces the bedroom.
He's been completely silent until we got back.
"She said that she still love you, Ha-"
"I never even got to say I was fucking sorry. Haze I'm so fu-"
"Hey, hey hey." I slow him down. I hold his shoulders as the most guilty frown smudges on his face. He looks like a little boy who committed murder. His forehead is lined with sweat, his eyes are a dark green unlike usual and his shoulders are dropped. "She knows you're sorry, Harry, it's okay. She forgives you." I say and although she never said that, I'm sure she does.
I reach for my purse and take out the beautiful ruby ring and hold it out for Harry to take it. Harry squints at it in recognition. "She said to give this to you." I smile and he kisses me briefly on the lips.
"I think I need a hug, Hazel." He says timidly as if he's embarrassed.
I pull him into a tight hug and it's as if thats the only thing thats keeping him alive. It breaks my heart. It's as if none of the world can help, just this hug. It can't last forever but for the period of time it does, it protects him.
He sways from side to side. He takes a deep breath, I know he's thinking about something. That's one thing I love about him, he's always in deep thought of how to word things, even if it still doesn't end up coming out right. It's enchanting to me.
"Zayn could've been your brother in law." He hesitates to say, kissing me as a distraction.
His late brother.
"I'm sorry." I whisper and he plants another kiss.
"Why? Don't be sorry, darling." He says and then clears his throat. I can tell hes so uncomfortable and I'm so proud that he's speaking about this. He's opening up to me. "I'm the one that couldn't save him."
"What happened to Zayn?" I ask and Harry takes a deep inhale.
"Like usual, parents are bitching to each other." He says weakly. I give him as much time as he needs. "Zayn went to get a drink, I doubt he was older that 9." He clears his throat. "One thing lead to the other... mum shot him."
"I'm sorry." I find my self deprived from words.
"And now any time there's blood from a gunshot, it's always Zayn's."
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FanfictionHis hands are soft and his nails are coloured black. His cross tattoo shines in the light and his hairs are standing. I look down at his anchor tattoo and see that he has goosebumps. His delicate hands move around mine again and our fingers entwine...
