Delilah Pierce didn't have the best home life, and when in school she tended to blend in with the crowd. She didn't mind it though, she was perfectly content with her 2 friends and her brother.
But what happens when she comes back to her six year a...
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Me and Reg went in the first available compartment we found, once we were out of prying eyes I felt like I could breathe again. I know Regulus felt the same because when I turned to look at him his shoulders were dropped and he was sprawled out on the seat.
"had a tough few months, didn't you?" I teased him with a smile, it felt weird to smile. I don't do it much anymore.
He smirked back, "you could say that" I looked at him fully, taking in his appearance.
He looked taller, towering over my 5'6 height, his hair was longer, and he looked paler. his under eyes were purple, he looked exhausted. Although, I can't really judge. I don't look like a ray of sunshine either.
When I finally broke off my thoughts, I noticed that he was doing the same thing. He frowned at me. "What the bloody hell happened to you?"
This bitch- at least he could have worded that differently
I rolled my eyes at him "Damn Reg, you really know how to boost a woman's confidence"
he paid no mind to my comment, only looked at me with concern. I sighed, "Im fine now, don't worry about it" Lies.
He still didn't look convinced, so I sat next to him and grabbed his hand, "i'm alright, if I wasn't okay I wouldn't have remembered to bring this" I searched my bag and pulled out a walkman. It hurt to move but the giant smile that took over Reg's face made it worth it.
He has loved music ever since I introduced him to it. It helped us drown out the outside world and forget our problems.
I connected the headphones to the walkman and put them on. Closing my eyes, I let the music flow through me. Reg layed on the seat with his head resting on my lap. I relaxed on the seat and ran my fingers through his hair, feeling him move closer.
He needed this.
Every time we came back from holidays he always came back a shell of the person he was before he left. He would speak occasionally, maybe throw a few smirks and jokes here and there, as if to not worry me.
Not like it worked, I knew him better than that, I could tell the way he would force the smiles, and the way his jokes came out strained.
He would fall quiet and lose himself in his thoughts.
Then he would hold onto me, or fidget with my rings, or lay on my lap, anything that involved physical touch, I think he did it to ground himself. It comforted him after staying in that dreadful house.
I never asked him what happened when he was there, just like he didn't ask me what happened at mine. He would tell me on his own time.
I think this holidays were tougher than any other ones, the way he was holding onto me as if I was gonna disappear at any moment told me that. I just continued running my hands through his hair, letting him know that I'm here and I'm not going anywhere.
I have a thousand questions I want to ask. Are you hurt? Did they fed you? Are you sleeping ok?
But I know he isn't in the best place to answer those question. So for now, I'll just hold onto him. And before I knew it, I was lulled to sleep by the movement of the train and the song playing in my ears.
Little darlin', the smile's returning to their faces.
Little darlin', it seems like years since it's been here.
