Hero

31. Famillial annoyance.

"Mummy, where are you going?" The small, seven year old asked from her position on the couch, two slices of cheese pizza sat on the table and a half finished Coke can as said mum rushed around fixing her hair. The little girl's lips quivered as she watched her older sister Charlotte getting her coat on, not understanding why she was being left behind again.

"Come on girls, the Richards will already be there. We cannot be late. This business deal is very important." Her father said fixing his tie as he scooped up Charlotte and headed out not casting a second glance at the lonely child sat on the couch with tears welling in her wide innocent eyes.

"Bye, Amelia. Make sure you don't make a mess. Meredith will take you to school tomorrow." Her mother called from the large hallway, before the three of them left. Charlotte waving smugly at Amelia before they all closed the front door leaving Amelia alone to watch her SpongeBob and eat the overpriced cheese pizza. Alone. As always.

A quiet sniffle echoed through the empty house as little Amelia wondered why she couldn't be more like Charlotte and why her parents couldn't love her like they loved Lottie.

I sat up in the bed rubbing my eyes tiredly after the sad flashback I had of when I was younger. I groaned, I could almost taste the horrid cheese on the pizza. I sighed heavily, memories resurfacing of my family and my life at home before I came here even after all my attempts to bury them in the sand. I groaned lowly, the absolute last thing I wanted to do was to phone home but I knew I needed to. I needed to know what Dean was doing in New York working with a villain and how that came about. Were him and Charlotte even a thing anymore?

Reaching over after a moments hesitation I gently shook Harry's clothed shoulder. When we originally went to sleep my back was pressed against his front loosely with a casual arm slung around my waist however after my repeated flashbacks I tossed and turned a lot making Harry move away in his sleep. He now lay with his face buried in the pillow.

A low grainy groan rumbled through his chest as he turned over, eyes squinted with sleep however he still managed to turn his head and glare at me.

"I swear to god, if you don't have a fucking valid reason for waking me up, the funeral directory number is on my desk." He dead panned, his voice sounding deeper than usual and extra husky. It warmed at my insides as I tried to fight my grin at his solemn words.

"I want to call my family. . But I'm. . Scared. ." I trailed off as I sat there with crossed legs staring at his scrunched up face. He grunted before lazily lifting himself up onto one hand to gaze at me more softer than before.

"What's to be scared of, baby?" He asked.

I sighed, shrugging my shoulders.
"It's. . Complicated? I guess. I just haven't spoken to them since I spontaneously left," I mumbled fiddling with my fingers as I peeked up at him to see him looking at me with a concentrated face.

"Call them. You'll be fine, I know you will." He spoke with such confidence that a slow smile spread across my face, my cheeks flushing pink slightly at his vote of confidence that I really needed right about now. He didn't know how amazing he was.

"Okay, I will." I said nodding my head with a bright smile aimed at Harry. "Thanks, Harry." I said shyly. He gave me a small lift of his lips before his deadpann expression returned full force.

"Now, was it necessary to wake me at the asscrack of dawn just for that. Couldn't it have waited till a less ungodly hour?" He scoffed although I knew he was only being half serious. I tried to fight my grin as he flopped back down-- face first into his pillow.

"It's eight Harry." I said with a small scoff.

"Fucking, precisely. Now let me sleep, woman."