“Love isn’t soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.”- Stephen King, The Body 1982.
"So, what did you do this time." William smirked, grabbing a mug from the cover and filling it with the warm water he microwaved. "Microwaved water? Are you even British?" Eleanor asked, rolling her eyes at her son, who appeared to just be chuckling to himself quietly. "Apparently, not fully." William said, tone changing.
"We've discussed this already." Eleanor replied strictly.
"Yes, we have. But not with-"
"Shutup. I thought we already talked about how we weren't going to tell him about it. He can live with a little lie, don't worry. No harm done towards him." Eleanor smiled, going through her purse and pulling out a powder kit, and a lipstick in pink.
"No harm done when he finds out that I'm not his actual son? That it's all been a lie for 18 years?"
William said, staring at his mother.
"Ah, whatever, I'm not talking to him, but if you want to, that's fine." She said. Her words came out a bit muffled due to the fact she was smearing lipstick on her lips. With a pop of her lips, she got up from where she was sitting and fluffled her hair out.
"If you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be." Eleanor smiled, slipping her products back in her bag and opening the front door. "I'll see you later, around dinner time." Eleanor announced.
"I'm just going to order a pizza, is that okay?" William asked, grabbing the phone from it's stand and holding it up. "Ew, no. Get me a salad, or something that doesn't make me want to throw up from how greasy it is." Eleanor replied with a disgusted face, as she looked at her son before leaving out and closing the door.
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"Please!" A 16 year old Harry cried, eyes red and legs folded up towards his lanky body, trying to cover his eyes to not show tears on his face.
Many people don't know this, but after the X Factor, Harry was broken up with by his 3 year old boyfriend. He was 24 years old, to Harry's 16.
"Harry, love. listen. I just think that we should take a little break. You're in the X Factor, after all. And I don't really know what to think about you anymore... Ever since Louis. You've never even smiled or laughed me like that. And afterall, we were just friends who liked to fuck each other. That's it."
He smiled at Harry, hand grabbing Harry's chin to look him in the eyes as he said his foul words.
"But why now! I have no feeling for Louis we just get along like good mates there's nothing else going on-" Harry pleaded, removing the curls from his face and wiping his tears away with his sleves.
"I just got tired of you. That's it. I want to be with somebody my age. Who isn't childish like you. Goodbye, used to be fuckbuddy. Or should I say, child."
Harry awoke from his dream, or nightmare, really. He felt his body was sweaty and he had been breathing deeply.
There was a pair of arms wraped around his torso.
