The Boy & The Fairy ❊a five hargreeves x oc❊

❊Chapter 1❊ A Slow Start

The next morning began slowly.

Iris had gotten very little sleep the night before, after a nightmare had woken her, she opted to practice her magic. Rising from her bed clad in her pink and white striped pajama pants, and a white tank top with small pink flowers, she throws on a large pink cable knit sweater, and white socks with tiny red hearts decorating them, and closes her bedroom door tightly, so not to disturb her older brother, she pushes her window open. Allowing a cool breeze to sweep through the room, a glimmer of gold could be seen on the horizon, from the sun that was about to begin rising.

Sitting on her small window seat, Iris breathed deeply, closing her eyes, listening to the birds chirping. Grounding herself in the world around her, she buries her fingers into the soil of the terracotta pot sitting on her fire escape, willing powdery blue flowers to grow out of the soil, opening her eyes she watches their accelerated growth.

"Forget-Me-Nots?" A deep voice interrupts, causing the girl to jump in surprise.

"Jesus Diego!" She exclaims, "We need to get you a bell or something."

The man rolls his eyes at her teasing, coming to lean against the wall next to her window, looking down at the small flowers in thought. "You have a nightmare?"

Iris remains silent, watering the newborn flowers with the rainwater, avoiding the question. Diego takes her silence for an answer, and sighs, taking a seat next to her. "Come on Rissy... I know you better than that. You only grow Forget-Me Nots after nightmares." The girl remains silent, thinking of the boy the flowers are for. "He wouldn't want you to be sad you know?" He reminds her.

"I know." She whispers with a soft sniffle, her finger stroking one of the petals, thinking of his light blue eyes, how they would crinkle in laughter that only she could pull out of him.

"What was this one about?" Was the question of the morning, the star was usually the same, their father, but the story changed frequently.

"The same as always. Dad was trying to draw my wings out." She whispers, "he thought...he thought the pain might be what would draw them back out since it was the pain of... Five disappearing that made them retract." Her voice catches in her throat, thinking back to the torture she endured at the hands of their father, right under her sibling's noses, Diegos included.

"I'm sorry I never did anything." He whispers.

"Dee...don't do that to yourself." She tells him laughing slightly, "You didn't know. No one did. Not until you had all moved out, and I found you. As for Luther, he didn't know until he walked into the lab one day and found me passed out from the pain." She explains, "But, you know how Luther can be when it comes to dad..."

Diego takes in his little sister's teary eyes, and red nose, his heart aching that he never did more for her, now she's stuck at 16, while the rest of them grow up... it wasn't fair. He pulled her closer to him, her head resting on his shoulder, still facing the window, he rubs his hand up and down her back, noticing her wings weren't on display. The two extremity's, tend to retreat back to the safety of her back when she has a nightmare like this, the pain that arises from her memories, scaring the beautiful things away. The man has no doubt they won't make a reappearance until the whole funeral process has been completed and they're back in their apartment.

The girl sniffles a few times before, pulling away from his embrace, and standing, holding her hand out for him to take. "Come on, I made cinnamon rolls last night. They just need to be baked." The man takes her hand, glancing back at the small flowers she had grown for the lost boy she cared so deeply for, and follows her out of her brightly colored room.

The two make their way into the kitchen, Iris opening the windows on their way, allowing a chilly breeze to flood the apartment, causing Diego to shiver and pull on a sweatshirt that rests on the back of the couch.