his pov
A rain cloud followed me throughout the sun and even though I didn't have an umbrella I hated the rain but I loved the smell.
He looked like pure hell and what the fuck was my excuse? With eye-bags the color of a dead lavender flower and eyelashes missing patches in the center, my heart croaked with dissatisfaction at the sight of him.
"Hey Charlie." I mumbled, feeling sick without a disease.
His skin, dark and patchy, his tone, sickly and pale, his skin, missing it's ivory glow. I sunk at the sight of his eyelids fluttering as fast as slow could get. His lips matched the nigh sky, navy blue with a hint of gold, he was a star to all, but his shine died along with his soul, and soon his heart.
"I met a girl Charlie." His eyes snapped to me as I sat by his crumbled feet, he quickly moved them, his knees touching his chest with ease, his bones so skinny he could fold into four corners.
"Took you long enough." He said quietly, but for him, he was screaming, "What's her name."
"Don't know."
"Harry-"
"Charlie, I feel it. She feels like her, but better. Her skin is like fire, her eyes like milk chocolate, she reminds me of that homemade chocolate milk we used to make back home, imagine that as her eyes, she's beautiful Charlie."
"Can I meet her?" His lips twirled when mine did, the imagination of that beautiful girl at the bus stop sitting in the plastic chair to my left holding little Charlie's hand, my hands entertained in her hair as I watched them, they would get along, they would both laugh about how stupid television was and that nothing significant ever plays, and they would drink chocolate milk together and Charlie would look at me because he knows it reminds me of her eyes, and she would look back at me and smile, because she was happy, and I was happy, and I'm never happy, but with her I would be happy, and Charlie would be happy, she would make me and Charlie happy, she is happiness.
"I've gotta meet her first kiddo." Charlie shook his head at my embarrassing statement.
"She must be wonderful to win your heart of steel over." And then we laughed together, and then blood foamed through Charlie's see through teeth, and then my eyes watered as I felt sick, and I looked through my eyelashes to see Charlie still laughing, but he wasn't laughing at the joke anymore, I don't think I will ever know what Charlie was laughing at as cold blood streamed down his unpigmented skin and three nurses flooded the room, my screamed lungs and crying eyes being shoved out of the room to watch Charlie cry to me trough the glass window.
He mouthed something I will never forget, "keep her".
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It has been two weeks since I've seen my sick dying young brother, and as I've locked myself in my humble home, I wondered if she was thinking of me. i wondered is she was worried for me, because as Jay- my overly muscled out roommate slash best friend- knocked on my bathroom door for the ninth time today, I dryly laughed.
"Go fuck a hoe Jaylen."
"Harold, I will tear that fucking door down if you don't come out this damn second."
Jay knew, he knew it all, he knew that my brother was soon to be dead, he knew my brother was my only family, he probably even knew what I was doing in this bathroom right now, and he was probably going to rip the hinges off the door and save me from my sixth attempt like the last two times.
"Harry Styles, I swear to god if you-"
"Hold your balls for me will you, I'm coming." The feeling of seeing actual atmosphere from a different area was beautiful honestly, this happens to god dammed much for me to be such a fucking pussy.
"When's the last time you saw sunlight you fuckball?" Jaylen's arm wrapped around the back of my neck as he half carried me half helped me down the stairs into the hallways.
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"I'll drive you."
"I'll take the bus."
"Harry, you have a car, I have a car, either let me drive your sorry ass or you do it."
"Jay, I'm taking the bus." And he backed off and then I walked. And that's how it always is. One thing happens and next thing you know I'm at the bus stop.
She was there. She was sitting alone with her knees to her chest, I'm a walking fucking zombie. She's probably terrified, no petrified.
She sees me. I can feel my breath holding in my throat, I can feel her fire from here, she reeks of sweet sweet vanilla, my nostrils could never grow old of the wonderful scents she mustered.
I sat beside her, careful not to make her bones flinch away like half the community, and it was bizarre what she did next, she scooted closer.
"I kind of thought our waiting on the bus every morning ritual had ended." She spoke quietly, as if her words could make my ears crumble into dirt if she was too loud.
Dirt, that's what I felt like, worse if I could find a nice noun to describe that as, way worse, multiply dirt times ten and add three fucking million, that's what I am, and that's what a gold mine is sitting next to.
Do it for Charlie.
"What's your name?" She wasn't taken back by my lips, and for a first, I could feel my dimples trying to poke out from hiding.
She smiled at me, a real fucking smile, a beautiful god dammed smile.
"Skyler," She leaned into me, our bodies inches away, but comforting in a way, "but Sky is preferred."
"Sky," this was a good start, keep going Harry, "I'm Harry."
//AN// I KNOW THIS IS CONFUSING BUT TO START A STORY BACKGROUND INFO IS NEEDED, CHARLIE IS HARRYS LITTLE BROTHER WHO IS DYING AND WHO YOU WILL SOON FIGURE EVERYTHING ABOUT AND YASSSS FINALLY NAMES HAVE BEEN SHARED, PLEASE BE PATIENT
I KNOW THE WRITING IS WEIRD AND BOUNCES EVERYWHERE AND IS OFF TOPIC AND RANDOM, BUT IT IS SUPPOSED TO MATCH HARRYS PERSONALITY
SO YAY HOPE YOU STILL LIKE IT
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