"Harry!" Wes scolded. He sounds like an angry mother. "S-sir," I started. "I want an editorial about stocks and bonds tomorrow." He demanded.
I nodded in response.
"I didn't hear a confirmation." He said. "Y-yes, sir."
"Do well, Harry. You know the consequences of failing." He hissed. "I will pass an editorial tomorrow." I confirmed.
"Good." Without even a good night, my supposed father left me alone. I don't expect any more from him. He has always been livid. I don't understand the logic between my mother's relationship with him. Did she fall in love? Did she do it for me? Surely if it's the latter, I would rather have us in the streets but then there is Emily. Without Wes, I wouldn't have had Emily and she is the most precious person in my life.
How could a man like Wes father a loving daughter like Emily? He thinks I've never done anything well. I've complied with everything he asked all my life. What haven't I done well?
The editorial, apparently.
Harry you are lucky to be able to afford a big house that keeps your mom and Emily safe. You are lucky to have three meals a day. You are lucky that you can afford clothes. The words kept repeating like a mantra.
Survive, Harry. Survive.
I sighed and entered my bedroom.
Or prison, preferably. Unfortunately, I'm not allowed to put my own style inside this four walled cage and my surname is Styles. God, I sound even stupider in my head. Maybe that's why Wes is so hard on me all the time.
I was about to lie down but I notice a small body tucked under the covers and the light sound of soft giggles.
"I'm so tired!" I thought aloud. "I would love to lie down on my bed." With that, I plopped myself down on the mattress, missing her spot so I don't hurt her.
"Harry!" Emily sat up and cuddled next to me. "Why are you up so late, Em?"
"I was waiting for Peter Pan." She answered.
"I think Peter Pan took a day off today, love."
She frowned. How could I resist my little angel?
"But he did leave me another story to tell."
As if on cue, Emily cuddled closer and tucked herself in.
"Peter Pan left Neverland to search for an adventure. He's always out here, you know? Just looking for people to talk to. Sometimes, if the people who meet him are willing to come, he takes them to Neverland."
Emily gasped. "Have you been to Neverland?" She asked.
"I haven't, Em. I wanted to go there with you."
"So, Peter Pan takes his new friends to Neverland. They're called the Lost Boys. They help Pan protect Neverland from Hook and his crew."
"There are no girls in Neverland?" Emily asked. "Pan and I are saving the first crown for you." I answered. She hummed, satisfied with my answer.
"Pan visited New York for the first time and met a boy who hasn't really felt alright for so long. He grew up too fast because he had to survive. So, Peter Pan asked him if he wanted to stay in Neverland where he could be a normal boy and feel alive instead of surviving."
"Did he come along?" Emily asked, stifling her yawn.
"No, he knew he couldn't just leave."
I can't leave even if I wanted to—badly.
Survive, Harry. Survive.
"H, if Peter Pan comes back, you have to join him. I want you to be happy."
Soft, even breaths followed. Emily is asleep.
If only Peter Pan existed.
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Peter Pan and The Lost Boy ➸ louisandharry
Fanfiction"A tuxedo? In a club? Were you left at the altar or something?" He teased. "That's an interesting theory but no." I replied. "Then what is a man in a fine ass tuxedo doing in a club?" He asked. "To feel alive." He looked at me, curiosity clearly pee...
