The Deviants | Harry Styles AU

XVII| The Talk

They had returned to the previous spot from the night before to get some rest. The body of water was still there, still slightly dirty causing for the stink that Harvey claimed he smelled from them.

Avery was fast asleep by the fire. Her breathing was slow and calming, something she wanted when she was awake but can never obtain, only through sleep. Harry watched her carefully, examining the sleeping girl. He had to make sure she was asleep for his next actions.

He then looked up at the boy, who was by the tall blades of grass. He also seemed asleep, lying down in a fetal position. He looked back at Avery and leaned in closer and closer. He saw what he wanted. The shiny metal blade was hanging out of her leather jacket, hanging just enough to swipe it away with one quick movement. She still had the knife regardless of the incident of the night before. Her stomach had a small lump from the homemade bandage and some blood was going through her shirt.

He reached for the knife slowly, cautiously. Avery flinched and his hand quickly went to her hair. He ran his fingers through her brown strands and tried to relax her, get her to remain in sleep. Her body instantly went back into its sleeping coma.

He then reached again for the small blade. The moonlight reflected off of it and shined onto Harry's face. He could see the reflection of his hand grabbing it as he made one quick swoop and with that, the knife was in his hands and the weapon was his.

He observed the tiny metal object then looked at Avery with dark, malicious eyes. He smirked as he got up from his spot and put the knife in his pocket, saving it with him.

Harry's legs stride over to the boy. His long body castes an even longer shadow and Harvey quickly took notice. He looked up at Harry and Harry covered his mouth as the boy started to struggle. He picked him up and started to walk farther from Avery, deep into the tall blades of grass.

He put the boy down and observed him as he panted. "You-can't-do-that....I-have-asthma..." the boy struggled to talk.

"Tell me who you are," Harry eyed the boy with dark green eyes.

"Brother..." Harvey managed to get out as he leaned over and held onto his knees for support.

"Yeah right. Where's Louis? He was supposed to be my brother."

The boy regained his breath as he stood up, still a little out of breath but capable to form his sentences better. "I don't know who Louis is," he paused for air, "but I am your brother. Our mother...she told me to look for you."

Harry looked down at the boy. His features were almost exactly like Harry's. He was a prefect replica. Was it merely a coincidence or was this boy telling the truth?

"She hated me," Harry spoke firmly.

"Her name was Anne."

Harry's eyes peeled after hearing her name for the first time in years. He was taken aback but tried his best to not show it.

"Anybody could know a name," Harry replied defensively.

"Does anybody know about the scar on the back of your head from when dad dropped you," Harvey stood taller. Harry reached for the tiny reminder behind his head, "or does anybody know about the branding you have on your right shoulder."

Harry looked at his shoulder, still concealed by the shirt. It was still covering his burn. How did the kid know?

"How'd you know all this?" Harry looked at him confused.

"Anne said you wouldn't believe me. She told me I had to prove it to you. The biggest proof of all she said, would be Gemma. I know who Gemma is."

Harry's eyes watered as he looked up at the sky. He tried his best to hide the evident pain but could not. The memory was all too painful.