Reece leads me into the flat then into his room. As he sits down on our-his bed, he lets out a deep sigh. "God, I don't even know where to start with this," he puts his face in his hands.
When I sit next to him he looks over at me. "Aiden, this is very serious. And me telling you this could either lead to us never being able to see or communicate with each other again, or you would be apart of what I'm apart of. And I'd be there with you the whole way," Reece holds onto my hands and looks at me with those blue eyes of his that I missed so much.
"I just don't wanna put you in a situation you can't get out of so...are you sure?" He asks, "I'm sure," I nod.
"Alright so..." Reece stares into the closet for a few seconds before continuing. "When I was...when we were younger, our families were very close. George and I always had little play dates and your dad always came over and took care of me while my dad was...out," Reece began.
Already, that's completely shocking. This entire time. My mom did know something I didn't.
"My dad's always been harsh on me. He'd always say that crying is weak and that I'm not strong enough or that I need to be a man. So then you're dad was there. He taught me how to ride a bike, he helped me learn how to read...Aiden, when your dad taught George how to play guitar, he was also teaching me."
Reece looks almost devastated talking about this. Although I have a feeling this will end up with me being the devastated one.
"My dad...my family and I are..." Reece looks down for a moment, "we're in a very large and well-known gang that your dad was also apart of," he looks up at me.
"What?!" I ask in disbelief, standing up, "I know that sounds very hard to believe but just hear me out," Reece says, pulling me back down by my hands, "my dad is the leader of the gang and when I'm old enough, I'll be the next leader," Reece explains more.
I lean back a bit, trying to process everything he just said.
"There's more," he says softly, looking down.
"Aiden, when I tell you this you have to know, I only found out about a month before we broke up and I didn't know how to tell you without telling you everything," he looks back up at me, "what is it?" I pry, my heart now pounding, "one day, my dad and I were picking your dad up from the airport. But my dad and I were fighting and he was very angry with me. A part of me feels that he was jealous of mine and Harry's relationship, but I never felt like he loved me that much," Reece sighs, his eyes glossing over.
"I'm not even sure what we were fighting about but when my dad was angry with me, he always threatened to take Harry away from me. I didn't think he would..." Reece breaks eye contact, a tear falling from his eye.
"Jamie shot my dad," I put the pieces together. Reece nods in response.
I'm in shock. I can't feel a thing. I'm just...thinking. We're both silent for a few minutes before Reece answers the question I've been asking for weeks.
"So that's where I've been. I've been travelling around for little missions in the states and in Asia," Reece glances at me but doesn't hold my gaze.
"I'm gonna..." I look down as Reece looks back at me, "I need to be alone for a little while," I stand up, "wait," Reece says as I'm walking away. I turn around and look at him. "Is this it?" He asks with desperation, "I don't think so," I say barely audible.
Walking down the complex hallway, I feel spacey. I don't even know what to think about. The fact that Reece is in a gang or the fact that Reece's dad killed my dad.
After I leave the building I walk around the dark streets of London for about 3 hours. Walking down every road and every alley. Not going anywhere specific just walking aimlessly.
I find myself on the London bridge, staring down at the water. I didn't know how to feel about this. Now I understand why Reece didn't wanna tell me. This is insane. Absolutely insane.
"Are you okay?" Reece asks walking up next to me, "did you follow me?" I ask, still looking at the water, "no, I saw you from the flat," he replies leaning his arms against the railing.
"What are we now?" I ask, looking at him, "anything you want it to be," he replies, looking back at me.
Smiling, I put my hand on his cheek, lean in, and I kiss him. That fire ignited in the pit of my stomach that I missed. Reece wraps his hands around my waist and pulls me closer to him. While he does this, my arms wrap around the back of his neck.
"I missed you so much," I say after pulling away, "I missed you too," he smiles, "and by the way..." he smirks, "I might've gotten arrested."
