Reincarnation To Your Heart (Mirry)

Chapter 3

*Harry's POV*

"Oh my god! Look at his hair?"
"No, look at his lips."
"Guys, come on. His body!"
"Men... Is this how I raised you? To drool over my second in command? NO! Stand straight! It is time for our medicine like mother Wendy taught us before she left us to go to her own mother."
"Peter! Come on! You spend ever second of the day with Harry, while we are chasing pirates and Indians and searching for new Lost Boys. It's not fair."
"I don't care whether it is fair or not. In the end we are the one doing the dangerous work. We saved Tiger Lily from drowning, when you get caught by either the Indians or the pirates we save your bums. Should I continue?"
"No, but still... Peter... He is gorgeous."

It's that squabbling that wakes me up. Also, it scares the bejeezus out of me. Sure, I'm gay and having guys drool over me is flattering, but Lost Boys? Peter Pan? What?! Did I end up in a story? Am I going mad? Is this heaven? You know... A heaven where people don't expect you to grow up? A heaven that is called Neverland?

"Go, do something! He is waking up! We can't be too obvious."
"Too late guys. I know what you have been doing for the past ten minutes.", I say in my most creepy voice, hoping to scare them off at least a little bit.
"Damn... Busted...", One Lost Boy says.
"We are sorry Harry.", Two others tell me apologetically. 

I sit up straight and look around, bright coloured flowers surround the place, the wind whistles through the trees, a few animals shy away in the tall grass and about ten pair of eyes focus on me... Those eyes belong to young boys, if I'm correct between the ages of 5 and 17, with rosy cheeks, big smiles, who wear tights. Bright coloured tights.. WAIT?! WHAT! TIGHTS? TELL ME I AM NOT - OH NO NO NO NO NO! I AM WEARING TIGHTS! WHO DOES THAT?! I quickly ruffle my hands through my hair. Okay, I have a bit of my dignity left. No stupid pointy hat with a feather made it on top of my head. How could I ever think I'd like this outfit? It's not even comfortable. It itches and it feels like my legs get pressed together to make them even more thin... Before I know it they are sticks. Ugh... Why can't I have jean shorts, a flannel shirt and a comfy, warm beanie. I will have to kill myself as soon as possible cause this is no life! Sure, you stay young forever, but their fashion statement is just rubbish!

"Dude, Are you okay?"
"Sure... Peter. Why wouldn't I be buddy bud bud?", This is honestly too surreal... How do you talk to Peter Pan? I mean, he basically is a kid in a larger body. This is weird and that's coming from the guy who dies every few weeks...
"Well... First, who says 'buddy bud bud', second you are almost tearing of your pink tights and ripping of your head."
"Ha, pink tights. You are so funny. Hilarious. Pink. Ha, this guy."
"Harry?"
"Yes, chummy.", I reply to one of the smallest boys.
"Look at your tights.", He points his finger to my legs and smirks.

Instead of ignoring the little nugget, I just had to look down don't I... Let's just say, I don't like what I'm seeing... It's too pink... What boy likes bright pink? Not me, nooo... I was probably hit on the head right before choosing my tights. That's the only obvious reason.

"Guess that lightening knocked you out good Hazza."
"Lightening?"
"Yes, it hit you about four hours ago when we were out hunting for pirates.", The same chubby boy in yellow tights answers.
"I don't know what bothers me most... Hunting for pirates or yellow tights."
"Haz, come on! You love hunting pirates. It's one of your favourite hobbies. What has gotten into you?"
"I'm just still shaken up from the lightning I guess. Give me some time okay. I'll get the hang of it again."
"Let's hope so.", The chubby boy says while shaking his head.
"What's with the sad expression?"
"You forgot what happens to the boys who don't like the hunting anymore?"
"We push them off a cliff? Shoot them? Feed them to the ticking crododile?"
"What?", All boys look at me with a shocked expression.
"It's not that bad. Come on.", Sounds heavenly to me, cause it takes me one step closer to Mike. Or further away from him, but let's focus on the positive option here.
"No silly, they go home and grow up."
"That is not an option! I don't want to weight another 70 years to die. I will not do it! Never!"

Everything goes silent, even the wind stops blowing? It's like time stops and everyone freezes. I realize I said everything out loud and I don't really know how to solve this. The piercing eyes distract me, so I go with the first thing that pops into my mind...

"GOT CHA LOSERS."
"Ha, good one Haz. Glad to see you didn't lose your humour.", The twins laugh, practically rolling on the floor.
"Yeah... Hey boys, can I talk to Peter? Like alone? I have a massive surprise for you, but I need to talk it over first with Peter."
"Sure Harry! Take your time! It's playtime with the Indians anyway."

Peter separates himself from the group and walks over to me with a massive smile on his face. I have a feeling he won't like my surprise much...

"What's up dude?"
"Well..."
"There is no surprise right?"
"No..."
"Spill it mister."

That's what I did. I told Peter everything. From suddenly dying at the age of 16, waking up in other places where I had a whole life already, to appearing at Woodstock, to meeting Mike, to being forced to leave him and to made it my mission to find him back.

"How can I not let you go then? Okay, you'll die here and I'll miss you terribly, but knowing that you'll be out there looking for the guy you love... How can I stop you from going after him? I might never grow up and I might never understand 'grown up' business, but I have a heart and I support love one hundred percent. So do what you have to do. You want to say goodbye to the guys first?"
"Nah, it'd be too hard and I don't want them to be mad at me for not having that surprised I promised them."
"I understand."
"Thanks for letting me part of this group. It is weird though, cause I read your book and I wasn't in it... Yet here I am, in a book with fictional characters. No offense."
"Non taken, because we aren't fictional. You think JM Barrie wrote that book by just using his imagination?"
"Yes, where else do stories come from Peter?"
"Not from his mind. He was one of us Harry, he was a lost boy a long time ago."

Not long after that conversation the world collapses from underneath my feet and I am joined by my gorgeous boy, even if it is just for a little while.

"Haz, I love you, you know that right?"
"I do know that Mikey."
"Sooo?"
"I love you too silly. I'll always love you and I'll do whatever you want me to do to prove it to you."
"You mean that?"
"I do. With all my heart."
"Then be my first."
"What?"
"I know that if I give myself to you physically, mentally and emotionally you will stay with me forever."
"You don't have to do this Mikey. I will stay here with you, always... No matter what. You don't have to give yourself away."
"I want to. I saved myself for the one person that could capture my heart. You did it with one simple look. You have my heart, my soul and I want you to have everything else as well."

Dedication goes to a sweet girl who supports me no matter what and who I can call my friend.

Also a massive shout out to @aboutablake for making my pictures on the side!