"You are so beautiful" he whispers against my ear. I feel something yet unknown to me. I've heard that words thousands of times but non of them made any effect on me. But with Harry it's different. It's like everything about him, with him, around him is different and I see myself, step by step, deeply falling for that difference. The difference that pulls me inside so much that even I feel different when I'm with him. I feel that freedom I always dreamt of. I always dreamt of being an independent girl who could make up her mind without extra hands helping, but not actually helping but ruining everything.. and those hands always belonged to my brother, Ben. Since the first time I remember, even when my parents were alive, Ben had full control over me and my life. He was never at home, never near me, but somehow he always knew each and every detail of my day, of my life and it always pissed me off. I was never supposed to party, stay at friend's house, turn back home late. I was never supposed to drink, I knew nothing about existence of drugs, violence and all the bad things that was happening in the world. I was only seeing life in pink, no, he wanted me to see life like that but I didn't. Though, I didn't know about the violence but also, I was always alone. I had no friends, no one. I went to school and back home everyday in hope that something would change.
And finally, that day came, or I thought it came. I returned home from school and saw Ben in front of our big house. He left that day. He left house and flew to London. I remember that day as yesterday, because that day, I was the happiest and unhappiest at the same time. That day changed my life. I wasn't under his control anymore, I was Left in New York city alone, without him. That day I first went on a party, I was 13 years old, God, it was like yesterday! I kissed a boy at first time there, it was such a fun, but returning home , I found my parents dead. They were all in blood. The image of that night was torturing me for years and even now, I can't escape from that. I was crying and crying, desperately calling Ben's name to save me, to protect me, to take me from that place. That moment, I was pleading to God to make Ben come back and I swore, I would never ever have wished to be aparted with him from that day on. I wanted to spend my whole life next to him, under his protection. I wished, God, how I wished he could come.
But he didn't. He didn't come. After funeral of my parents, I was sent to me aun'ts in Chicago. I lived there like a ordinary girl, I met Claire and we became friends, more than friends. We became sisters. After a year living there, finally, Ben came on his 27th birthday. I didn't want to see his face, I couldn't forgive him that he left me there alone, but Ben being Ben, made me forgive him by simply spending a month with me. It was so unusual, so damn good, I was the happiest girl, we were spending almost whole day together. I saw his playful side I hadn't seen before, though he always reminded me that I was and always would be under his eyes, I would always be his little girl, no matter what.
But being with Harry, makes me feel like I can choose. I can choose what I want to do, what I'm willing to and right now, I only want to be with him like this. Forever and ever.
"I really am tired, I want to sleep, don't you?" He breaks the comfortable long-enough-silence.
"Yes" I mumble.
"Come on, let's get upstairs" He pulls me up to stand on my feet. We go upstairs in darkness, I wish it was day, so I could see every detail of his house.
"So, you can stay in this room" Harry opens the door.
Large room is in full darkness. I not to Harry and say "Thank you" in low voice, not being sure if he can hear me.
"My room is right next to yours. If you need something, just knock on the door" He tells me, but it's like he is warning me, warning not to enter his room without knocking on the door.
"Okay" I sigh and he leaves me alone in the large, dark room alone.
Why am I staying here? What's gotten into me? What am I doing here? In Harry's house, for god's sake?
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Sister ( Harry Styles Fanfiction)
FanfictionThe events unfolding in England, a country that is known for racing. This game has two stars. Harry Styles- young, attractive, jerk boy and Ben Marshall - dangerous, ruthless "mafioso" . Their disagreements turns into a bloody confrontation when Ma...
