Found (Harry Styles) #Wattys2017

Chapter 44

Songs:

Little Me: Little Mix

Ro's POV

After minutes of silence and just being held in Harry's secure arms, I finally came to grips with reality. I sat up, wiping away my tears, my eyes catching the distinct marks I'd left on Harry's hands and wrists.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, running my finger times on the deep scratches.

"It's okay," he whispered back, kissing the top of my head. "Do you remember it happening?"

I nodded, leaning back on him once more, accepting the way he cradled me against his body. "I tried to fight it, but I was so angry, Harry. Every feeling that every, Monroe ever felt passed through me and it was all sorrow, very few people were ever happy. That's what it means to be a Monroe, a lifetime of misery."

"We can be happy," I heard the faint smile on his face, an attempt to cheer me up, I also heard his unasked question, lingering on his lips.

"I don't know what it says about us, about me," I answered. "I couldn't get passed the pain."

"What about your sister?" There it was, the question I was hoping he wouldn't ask.

"No one knows where she is," Ron answered before I could, stepping from behind the tree Harry and I were leaning against. "I'm sorry."

He scrunched his face, squatting beside is, hoping I'd accept his apology.

"Maybe you should leave," Harry spoke to him, lacking any conviction.

Ron started to stand, but something inside me stopped him. I gripped his arm, keeping him right were he was. I needed him, but I didn't know if I could trust him. "How long have you known? Why did you lie to me?"

He took a deep breath, holding it before he blow it out, taking my hand in his. I weakly tried to remove it from his grip, but he just held on tighter. "I was told when I was brought into this world, after my birthday-"

"Is that why you were so distant and mean?" I cut him off, remembering how annoyed I was with him during that time.

He nodded, holding my hand with both of his, "Ethan said it was necessary for me to know and I couldn't ever tell you."

"Ethan," I scoffed. I should have known.

"He was just doing his job, Dallas. You have to understand that as the oldest, he's responsible for our lives, yours more specifically. Not only as the leader of the guard but as-"

"Guard?" I interrupted.

"Fuck."

"The guard is real?" Harry asked.

I turned to him, wondering what the hell he knew.

"Of course it's real, you nit wit," Ron grew frustrated, throwing himself back into the snow, not letting go of my hand. "You're dating a princess, you really think the princess would exist without her royal guard?"

"What the hell is a royal guard now?"

"A royal guard is made up of elite members assigned to protect the royal princess," Ron began with a sigh, knowing he should be telling me anything. "Ethan, as the eldest male is the head of the guard, every male sibling is a part of it once they're of age and the rest are hand picked by him. We, all the people you trust, we're all members of the guard, tasked with keeping you safe. That is what he," he pointed to Harry, using his chin, "And his friends are training to become, though, they've already proven themselves worthy, multiple times. They're a lot more useful with their powers than we are."