Broken Youth

Chapter 4

~ Chapter Four ~

••Harry••

I could see her face. In the dim light it looked ghostly. So pale, but it was that beautiful kind. Milky. Earlier I had found joy in pleasuring myself with imagining her lips around me, her tongue darting out to caress the tip; to tease me. Looking up at me through her eyelashes, her cheeks flushed as moans spilled from my mouth and I spluttered over her extreme affect on me. But now all I could think about was how beautiful she looked just doing the simplest thing. All the dirty thoughts were pushed back in my mind, to make space for her beauty. She was concentrating, hard, on her laptop screen, a novel in one hand resting on her knee slightly, her other was occupied by a piece of paper- her eyes darted too and from the 3 things. The only light on in the house was the lamp beside her couch and the brightness of the television. It was as if she'd dropped everything in a hurry. I knew she was thinking about the office; her papers scattered around the room, her essay and journal gone. She didn't know what to do about it. But there was something blocking me from seeing what she was thinking right now. There was a brick wall in the way- a dark passage- a blinding light. She was passing the same thoughts through her head, over and over and over again; I knew that. Everything else was uncertain. I took a step back. I need to leave her. Not even bothering to look behind me, I dashed off into the chilly winters night- back home.

The lights were on, not a single one left off. As usual. I could hear the chuckles for the other lads and the shrill ring of my mothers. Robin must still be out. I slowly shut the door and carefully made my way to the stairs, only wishing to be alone.
"How was she?" My brother, Louis, yelled down the corridor. I sighed. Never in this house can you go un-noticed, everyone knows when your in. Guess that's what I have to deal with, being...
"Hello? Harry? Anyone in there?" I glared at my mother. I sat down beside Niall, hoping he wouldn't quiz me about my day. He nudged me, I looked at him, confused, before realising. I tuned into his thought stream, expecting his questions to be there.
'Louis found the newspaper under your bed. He didn't take it, I just walked into him reading it. Obviously he knew I was gonna go to your room even before I did, so he beckoned me over. We read the little notes on the side of the page and studied the diagrams. Harry, she's written quotes from 'Bloody Vacancy' all over it! And the diagrams are of her visions of 'them'... What do we do?'

I tuned out, freeing him of my intruding mind. We both looked up from the staring at the table and focused on the current conversation. But my mind was else where, still in my own body, just not concentrating on my mothers droning tone, explaining school grades. I hadn't read the newspaper, only seen that Megan was catching onto things I couldn't let her. "Visions of 'them'" is what Niall called it... I assumed he meant us but there were a number unusual characters in that book. Knowing now that I wasn't the only one who knew about the newspaper, I had to be more careful. If the others found out, they would only want to come with me, causing more attention than she really needs. I was still wondering how the subject of my day hadn't been re-visited since I walked in, when Mum directed the conversation at me.

"Harry, dear, do me a favour and call your Dad? He's very late home today." I nodded. It was 9 o clock. As I dialled his number I wondered what Megan would be doing now. Still reading and studying or cooking herself diner or having a shower or cuddling up to the covers and slowly falling asleep, her mind containing an extraordinary amount of thoughts? There was a voice at the other end of the line, knocking me out of my thoughts.
"Hi Harry?"
"Hi Dad, where are you?" I fumbled with my jacket, waiting on his answer.
"Well, there is a huge tree that's been knocked over by wind so there is a lot of traffic. A certain someone is getting a little out of control?" I could see him now, his eyebrow arched in a knowing way. I chucked.
"Sorry, you know I can't help it. I'll tell Mum. Bye." The line went dead leaving me very confused.

"Dad says there's traffic, something about a fallen tree..." I faded out, not wanting to tell her the details. She didn't seem bothered, but Niall's face was plastered with an expression that only meant something to me: Harry, really?'
I nodded. I had caused that tree to fall, and not out of choice. That's what happens when I'm lonely, confused, afraid.
"Well, thanks for that interesting lecture on how to behave at school; very refreshing. But us lads have a 'meeting' to attend to, so we have to dash." Louis hugged Mum sideways before signalling to the rest of us. I smiled at his phrasing 'we have to dash' when that is exactly what we do. Although the thought of a 'meeting' made me feel sick. I know exactly what he is going to say and I know exactly what will happen. So much for keeping her a secret...

{Authors Note}

Dedication: My best friend (@littlemissjesshoran). Thank you so much for your support on this book. It means a heck of a lot.

Note: Right. This chapter is a little filler but you get to know a bit more about Harry and his life. Hope you enjoyed it!

Love you all super much.

-Meg<3