Excessive (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 72.

I sat back and ran my hands through my now dry hair. I have another sibling, a fücking sister at that. Sure, she is only my half sibling, but still we have half of the same blood running through us. I'm thankful that she isn't related through my father, although I'm pretty sure considering how my father is, that I have many half siblings that share the same father as I. I sigh and took a look at my mother.

7 years ago her face once projected gloom and depression. Bruises covered her face and tears of misery and disappointment ran down her cheeks. Now, she looks more healthy. A glow adorned her cheeks as they filled out and happiness ran through her entire presence. It was as if the women I once knew had been completely wiped away and a new one has taken her place.

"I know it's a lot to take in at once, but I know that if I left out any of that now, I would never be able to get it out of me again" she said making me nod.

"Has Luchesi met Gemma?" I asked, making her nod.

"He has, in fact he was there when she was born..." she said making my eyes widen.

I had no idea that Luchesi has been in contact with my mother for that long. Sure, I didn't know anything about the last few years of Luchesi's life until a few weeks ago, but I still felt that he would be just as vicious as me, not the other way around. I wonder if Gemma knows who I am or even that she has another brother that is even worse than Luchesi. Does she even know that Luchesi was once a juvenile? Can't babies sense that stuff?

"Wow, I didn't know you and Luchesi had been talking for that long" I said making her nod.

"I know, everything has changed" she said.

I sat there and twiddled with my thumbs. I have no fücking idea what to say. If Arabella was here she would know exactly what to say and how to approach this situation. But I also know that if Arabella was here I probably wouldn't even be meeting her. In a way, I'm glad she isn't here in that sense. If she was, my subconscious would be given the excuse that would make me completely lose my shït.

"Does she know about me?" I asked. My voice sounded as if it was full of hope and I flinched at how fücking pathetic I sounded. I don't fücking care.

"I show her pictures and try to get her to understand that you aren't there, but I don't think she will fully understand unless she is older" she said making me nod.

"Hopefully I will get to meet her.." I said cringing as the words came out. I hate children, but I know that Arabella will be happy that I made an attempt.

"Maybe we can do something for Thanksgiving, it already passed, but maybe we can do something when she gets back.." she said making me nod and shrug.

"Yeah I'll ask her when she is home" I said. I can't fücking wait until she is home.

We sat in more silence as words were no longer able to fill the silence. For once it wasn't awkward of confusing it was just the good silence that puts you in a trance.

"I'm happy for you.." I whispered, barely audible but enough for her to hear.

"You are?" she asked, a large look of hope filling her eyes.

"I am. It must have taken a lot of courage to do what you did" I said making my mother nod.

"Yes, it did" she said as we sat in silence.

ARABELLA CASPER

"Only a few more days" Luchesi's voice rang through the phone. I sat on the chair next to the landlines and twiddled my thumbs.

"More like another week" I scoffed making Luchesi laugh.