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

Ch. 6 ❊ An Explanation ❊

It was late when the boy returned to the large home, a majority of the lights had been turned out, indicating most if not everyone remaining in the household had gone to bed.

Blinking down to the kitchen, he finds it empty. A note was left on the kitchen table in familiar handwriting;

Five,

If you're wondering, the rest of your cinnamon roll is in the Tupperware container.

Please eat something.

Come talk to me when you're done.

Yours,

Iris

A small heart was drawn after her name, bringing a smile to his face. "Yours," he thought, humming softly at the thought of that being a reality while slipping the note into his pocket. Spinning on his heel, he turns toward the clear container on the counter, takes the lid off, deposits the sweet treat onto a white plate, and puts it in the microwave.

His thoughts wandered to the girl upstairs, whom he still had to break the world-ending news, he didn't want to turn her life upside down, but he had promised her he'd fill her in, tell her everything, and he wasn't about to add to the short list of promises he'd broken when it came to her.

Anyone else? Easy. Promises were broken every day, he had no problem doing so.

But Iris? Impossible. he'd only broken one before, the promise to always be there for her. He'd broken that one, and the ramifications of that had brought her nothing but pain. No. He wouldn't break another one.

He'd be honest, tell her everything.

As he decided, the microwave went off, snapping him out of his thoughts. Collecting his plate from the machine, he takes a fork from the drawer, grabs a couple of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies for his flower, and starts upstairs.

Upon arriving at her door, he knocks gently, when he receives no answer he knocks once more, receiving the same response. Nothing. The boy blinked into her room, just beyond the door, careful not to invade her space if she didn't want him there. He finds her on her bed, changed into her pajamas, they were white, with small red hearts, white socks were on her feet, and her hair fell in its natural state, the curls from earlier in the day had been reduced to waves, and her face now bare of makeup. She had her headphones in as she drew in a sketchbook, fingertips dirtied from where she had smudged her drawing to create shading. Her lips parted slightly as she mouthed along to the words playing through her headphones.

She looked beautiful. The sight of her warmed his heart, completely unaware of his presence, she was lost in her own world, eyebrows drawn together slightly focusing on the task in front of her. He took a few moments to admire her before he blinked a little closer to her bed, the flash of blue alerted her of his presence, causing her to jump slightly, pulling her earphones out.

"Jesus Five!" She yelped, her hand flying to her chest. "Make a noise or something next time will you?"

"I knocked." He smirked, "Twice."

"Oh..." her face went pink from embarrassment, her hand moving to pull out her remaining earphones and pausing her music.

"Yeah, oh." He teased, watching as she moved her stuff to her bedside table, before setting his plate down on her bed and taking off his uniform blazer.

"Oh good, you found your cinnamon roll, I was worried Luther ate it-" she stops mid-sentence looking at the boy in front of her, her mouth falling open.

"What?" He asks her confused.

"Is that blood?!" She asks incredulously.

"Don't worry, it's not mine." He reassures before correcting himself, "Well most of it isn't mine."