Dedicated to Bella ;) belated happy birthday!
Harry's P.O.V.
I pushed the door open, the first thing I saw? Boxes. Boxes here and there. It sent my body a jolt of both worry and surprise. You do not tell me we are moving to another country, again! I walked quickly to the kitchen, not to grab my sandwhich but to bomb my mother with questions."Mother, why are there boxes? Are we moving?" I asked and the woman slowly chews while looking at me.
The bruises.
"Harry Edward Styles who did that to you."
"No, I'm asking you what these boxes are for." I mutter whilst looking away from her, I got away yesterday.
"We just cleaned the house" she walks up to me and I know she will not accept a shrug for an answer. She checked my face, and bless my soul I bet this will be the point where it gets dramatic.
"Look, I got into a small fight nothing much."
"I'm going to call the guidance counselor this instant!"
Here she goes.
She's already going for the telephone, yep, she's definitely lost the pilot!"I can handle myself okay." I followed her like a lost puppy upstairs.
"Wow" And my mother quickly recoils gesturing at my face.
Yeah that really does make sense now, doesn't it? Stupid Harry.
Damn how do I get myself out of this shitty situation. If two curse words in one sentence can't convince you I don't know what will."B-be, besides" I stammer for a second as she gripped on the telephone, twisting her body inhumanely to face me, I mean as far as it looks.
God, I am really stressed out!
I need to convince her before she presses a single digit. How hard is it to find an excuse?
"Besides, I got a few punches on him myself." That was the best I could do. She drops the phone, with a horrible look on her face. She looks like she could give me a good punch herself.
Satisfied and terrified at the same time, I leaned back on the wall to support my body, I could pass out any second now.
"Oh sweet son of Neptune what did you say?"
But of all phrases she chose that... "Your sister had a bad record in school, we couldn't afford to go back there again. What a shame." She then frustratingly tugs on her hair.
I want to speak up about her but that would only make the situation worse. My chest begins to swell at how much they are ashamed of their daughter.
You wanna know the reason?
She spent her high school being a tough shield for me to actually have a safe environment. She went through all those fights, even hung out with a bunch of delinquents just to make sure they wouldn't lay a single finger on me. That's your disgraceful daughter, and I'm proud of her.
"If you call now, both parties will be in trouble" I reply nonchalantly, crossing my arms to prove "And that would mean, I couldn't make it to the top achievers because of my behavioral problems."
Her face then fades into a troubled expression. And this would probably be my gain, they're happily involved in my academic life, yay.
"That's a major offense. Poof, I'd sabotage your Harvard dreams."
The most protective parents raise the best liars."Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be in my room, trying to figure out what to do tomorrow."
I groaned whilst closing the door.
I am now reminded that we still sleep in the same room because she says she misses me the whole semester, a few reasons to smile."Why the long face bichacho?" Gemma ridiculously places a pencil on the space between her nose and lips.
Remembering the events, I angrily dropped my bag on the floor. "Watch it Harry, you nearly knocked the lamp out."
As I plopped down in bed, I feel so empty. "I feel..."
Like I lost someone.
"Betrayed."
I let out a breath I've been holding the whole day. The sad thing about betrayal, it does not come from your enemies."Who is this treacherous person." The degree of what she has done was not that intense, but it definitely defied my expectations. I thought she would let it go like most of our fights, but she didn't.
"She's not treacherous." I defended, but really, was I that easy to replace?
"She?" I'm supposed to be worried about that party tomorrow, yet here I am trying to figure out what to do next without messing it up more.
I know we both have faults, well we could apologize and put it behind us."Let me guess, Alice."
I couldn't even give my sister a reply nor a nod, just the pure sound of silence fills the air.
"Well I found something great today." She says, walking towards the dresser.
Hey ceiling! Got any advices?
"Dork, look what I got." I sit up and she's holding up a notebook, familiar.
She opened her mouth "Day 1, My family and I moved into this new mansion, you spelled it M-A-N-S-H-U-N and me got a library. I-is this a m or a w" Bloody hell?
"This has some serious grammar issues Harry."
Of course it's familiar. That was my journal back then! It's personal, and I stopped writing when I was twelve or something!
I sprang right up and tried to steal the binded thing away from her, but she's really good at this.
"You wanna know my favorite? The last pages."
"This isn't a joke-"
"Took you six pages to write Harry." She laughs even harder.
"Although, I haven't keenly read this part yet.""Give me that." Talk about desperate, I've kept the past in chambers, I closed the chapters and I'm never going back again. It felt like my mind didn't work the way it used to when we first arrived here and those reasons are for me, and shall be mine alone.
"Gosh Harry, what are you so afraid of?" She took a few steps backward, and went up a stool we barely even use.
"Wow, Gem. Real mature." Is this anger or shame? I am not enlightened but it somehow made my fists ball at the sides.
"Gravity. I felt it." She adds gestures to mock me. "But when she pushed me away, I guess she didn't feel the way I did. It's nice to know I went through six years just to figure out this odd yet enchanting feeling inside. But the feeling never seems right when you know you could get rejected any time you speak out these feelings. I love her but I guess I have to le-"
And as the last words escape out of my sister's mouth, the notebook dropped from her hands.
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