Broken Youth

Chapter 8

~ Chapter Eight ~

••Harry••

Zayn, my oldest brother of the three of us (Me being the youngest, Niall the middle and Zayn the oldest), had come back at about 3 this morning looking very exhausted but he was giddy. Niall had come back in the same mood although he had been back for a couple of hours by the time Zayn got in. They had gone to a party down the road with a load of students from their university. It's ridiculous. How they can stand being in a crowded room full of hormonal teenagers for hours on end. But every man to themselves I guess. Niall had given me plenty of details about his night with a girl named Georgia, who apparently, was very hot and amazing in bed.

Rolling my eyes, I trudged upstairs to find out where Zayn was to see how his night had been. I entered his room to find him holding a pair of panties. Women's panties.

"Why the hell are you holding them?" My voice was slightly high pitched due to my surprise. Still in shock I went to sit next to him. His bed was defiantly the comfiest but I would never fit on it; I was far to tall.

"God Harry. She was so fucking good. I couldn't control myself, she was just... Beautiful. Even though she was panting and glistening in sweat, she still looked so angelic-"

"You had sex with a girl and stole her underwear? Interesting night then..." He burst out laughing at my broadness. I didn't have to come to Zayn for the sexual details- Niall gave me plenty of them- but he was extraordinary at describing a girls beauty.

"No, no- she left them behind. After she had blown me off, she got up and left."

"She just put the dress straight back on? After giving you a blow job? She just... Left you there?" This story was becoming intriguing yet odd at the same time.

"Yeah- I was panting like a dog in the summer. I hadn't realised she was leaving until she flicked this sexy beauty in my face!" Now it was my turn to laugh.

"She just flicked them in your-" I couldn't finish the sentence as laughter had attacked both mine and Zayn's throats.

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"That has to be the funniest and most sexual story you have ever told, Zayn!" I sniggered at Louis' remark. Lunch was always a good time to share your entertaining stories with the rest of the household, but Zayn's had defiantly topped the rest. Luckily, Mum and Robin had left for the day, so the other boys had the pleasure of hearing the events of last night. Niall, as usual, only had to say a girls name tied in the same sentence as party, and we would all know what was to come. So fortunately, we could still continue to eat our meals. The Tomlinson brothers, who weren't actually related except by marriage (Louis' parents spilt up and his Mum got re-married to Liam's dad. But Liam has kept his original name- Payne- as did Louis' Mum (Tomlinson) but to make it easier, we call them the Tomlinson Brothers), lives next door to us and their parents were good friends with ours, so they often join us at meal times. Again, we were lucky Jay and Richard were out of town for the week.

"Liam, do you have any idea where your parents have actually gone?" I directed the conversation to him, knowing the question I had just asked was one on all of our minds.

"Not a clue, although Louis said that he over heard his Mum saying something about it being to dangerous to take us- hense the reason we are here." Louis nodded in agreement. "I think by that we can guess though- there's only one place that's too dangerous for us." The Dry Lands.

"Your parents went to the Dry Lands?" Niall was quick to respond to Liam's quiz like statement. Zayn looked up from his chicken, evidently surprised Niall would remember why we can't go there. His memory was like a goldfish's. I smiled to myself at his shock- when it came to our safety, Niall would remember as much as he could.

"Exactly. Why would they?" Louis spoke for the first time about the subject. Worry was thick in his voice. I put my arm around him. His Mum meant a lot to him- especially after everything she's been through.

"Is there something we're missing?" Zayn asked nobody in particular. Liam and Niall shock their heads. Open minds and open eyes can never miss anything.

"Then why?" Niall's voice was strained, his food now abandoned. He was biting his fingers. He's worried. Zayn was thinking, I could tell by the way he was chewing his lip. Louis and Liam made eyes contact as my mind clicked.

"It's part of the prophecy."

{Authors Note}

Dedication: My cousin (@jinxedbysummer). She really is amazing, and very supportive. But ultimately her skill in writing is phenomenal. She also makes covers but I'll get back to that later.

Note: 1) Ok I loved writing this chapter 'cause I love writing Harry's character and developing the boys' as well.

Covers: Okay so, my cousin (JinxedBySummer), makes covers and she's done all of mine. She's very, very good and every time she develops a new idea. So, if you want one done, inbox her (her user is her name) and she will give you more details. As I said, she loves doing them so don't be afraid to ask!

Love you all | Meg x