Small Beginnings

Chapter.17.

Chapter Seventeen

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Harry P.o.v.

"Michael?!" I yelled.

Michael is my step-brother, he's from Australia, I never told anyone about him because he was in prison for killing a man. Ten years and now he has the guts to show up today. My special day.

"That's my name." His lips etched into an evil smirk. "Don't ware it out."

"What are you doing here?" I asked grabbing Callie pushing her behind me.

"Well, my little brother is getting married. I didn't want to miss that." He walked closer to Callie and me.

"H-how did you know I was getting married?" I mentally kicked myself for stuttering; my voice not being as strong as I wanted it to.

"I have people." My body tended. Callie still behind me rubbing small circles on my back tempting to soothe me.

"Oh, I'm sure." I spat at him, aggravated. "Now leave."

"Oh, but little bro, the party just started." He smiled walking up to me, our chests touching. Callie behind me, not moving, showing no fear.

"Get out of my fucking wedding, Harry has been nice and you didn't listen so I'm stepping into it. Get the fuck out." Callie yelled from behind me.

A grin etched on Michaels hard face. "You must be the wife." He grinned.

"Yes, I am. Now leave." She pointed to the exit with the least amount of people.

"Michael what are you doing here?" My mothers voice comes ringing from behind me. I mentally praise her for not having Darcy in her arms. I don't want him know.

"Well, mom, I couldn't miss this beautiful wedding." He explains.

"Well, get out, please." She whispers not wanting to cause a scene, yet if look behind us, all eyes on us.

"How long have you been singing, Haz?" He ignored my mum.

"Mum told you to get out." I gritted my teeth. My hands clinching into fists.

"Are you going to punch me now?" He asked, amused.

"Thought about it." I confessed.

"Babe, don't do it. Darcy is here. And so is family." Callie whispered in my ear, kissing the back of my neck. My body calmed.

"Michael, My brother, what can I do to get you to leave?" I asked.

"I'll have to think about that." He scorns.

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Callie P.o.v.

He was tall, rather skinny, not fit like Harry. His hair looked rather messy and an odd color of purple and pink. His leather jacket covering a grungy tank-top.

Why didn't Harry tell me about him?

"Just leave." I smiled at him. Wanting to ease the tension.

"Well, your husband here asked what to I want in order to leave. I know it will be something... Close to you." He was now walking circles around us.

"What is it?" I questioned.

"Well, are you sure you want to know?" He asked. Harry now next to my grabbing my hand for dear life.

Did I want to know? Yes. Well, maybe.

"Y-yes." My voice not as strong as I'd want it to be.

"I want the girl." He looked me straight in the eyes. Was he talking about, Darcy?

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