-Carter's POV-
My mind was racing with the thoughts of my past. How much I've been through. How much I have been left, how much I've been hurt, how much I'm scared of loving and leaving someone. Things have been crazy these last couple years of my life. And as I sit here, back of a black van as we drive through the streets of London.
I don't know what's going to happen now. There isn't much I can say either. Nothing has happened since... that night. But as I sit back here, hidden in the dark, I wonder. I wonder about things like what it would have been like if I just stayed with the last foster family. What would have happened if I didn't meet my real family. What would have happened if... If I never found out who I was. Would things be easier? Would things be easier for my friends and family?
"Carter," Liam said as he opened the small window keeping us seperated. I wasn't allowed to show myself in the daylight for it would weaken me. Also the powers I have are too much for me too handle. I am constantly hurting people... Without any control. "We're almost to the agency."
"Thank you," I whispered back, trying not to make eye contact through the small review mirror. He just nodded, closing the window again. Even though it was dark inside I could see things perfectly.
How do I live like this? Will I constantly need to hide in the darkness from everyone? How will I take care of my kids? What about Niall? My actual family?
The vehicle came to a stop, signaling we had arrived at the building. Liam opened the back door, letting me jump out and follow the others into the building. I looked up at the bright sun, taking in it's warmth of comfort yet being so uncomfortable with the way it was shining down on my face. For once in my life, I was envious of the people who got to actually enjoy the sun without wanting to hide constantly from it.
"Carter," Harry said, coming up behind me. We stood in front of a big window that was tinted so no one could see in but we could see out. He placed his hand on my shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. "How are you?"
"I'm okay."
"Carter..."
"What do you think Harry? That I'm going to be okay?" I yelled. "Be okay with not being able to live a human life because of my fucking eyes! How am I going to take care of my kids? How the hell am I supposed to do anything like this?" Harry looked surprised by my outburst. As was I... I hated fighting with Harry. I always have.
He took a step a little closer, hiding me away in his chest. "It's going to be hard. It always will be at the beginning." I gripped into his sweater, letting out the tears. "But Carter.. No matter what happens in life, we will always be here. I will always be here. And I know this is stupid and sappy and totally lame but Carter you're my sister and I love you. I love you as much as I love Gemma and our mom. I love you more than anything in this world. I mad a commitment to take care of you no matter what happened or what happens. And I'm keeping that promise." He looked down at me, seeing my flooded face. "Stop crying you idiot."
"Shut up," I laughed, slightly punching him. He whipped away a tear that started falling from my eye. He leaned down, kissing my forehead gently.
"I will always be here," Harry whispered. "Forever and always." All these years, nothing has changed between us. He is still the goofy, caring boy I had met so long ago. There is one thing I've noticed that when he says something, he means it. That's something I admire about him. Something I wish I had in my life.
I pulled away, wiping the rest of the tears away. I looked up at him and smiled. He did the same, patting my shoulder again.
"You're a dork," I said punching his stomach.
"Yeah and you're an idiot," he replied back. I can always count on something never changing and that's my relationship with Harry. Forever and always he will be my shoulder to cry on. My backbone. My hero.
"Carter. Harry." We both looked to see that some young woman dressed in a right red maroon outfit had walked through the door. "Dinner is being presented in the main hall on the 12th floor. Rooms are located on the 13th and 14th floor."
"We're staying?" Harry asked, confused ridden in his face.
The lady nodded, before speaking again. "It's for your safety."
I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "Safety my ass." I crossed my arms, passing the lady on my out of the room. Harry laughed, following me out as well.
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Adopting Tragedy
FanfictionCarter and Niall, happily married. Yet the past isn't that easy to get over.