The Hunter || clifford

.four.

.four. 

Michael stared at his phone screen for a while, not knowing what to reply. What would he say to her? If he told her he missed her, Harley would know he was hurting. He couldn't let her know he was weak and decided to call when he was supposed to be away in London, forgetting that he was in love with his sister. 

He wished Arthur could just mind control him into forgetting Harley so that he could stay in Sydney.

But he could see why that was a problem. He could just as easily fall in love with her all over again, and then everything would have been for nothing.

Harley resent the message when ten minutes passed and he didn't reply.

'why did you hang up on me?'

The pale skinned boy rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans. His breath escaped shakily, and his thumb lingered over his phone screen, his mind attempting to put together a lie, and a credible one at that.

'i didn't mean to call.'

'it was by mistake.' His thumbs clicked over the screen nervously. His messages were probably too quick to seem convincing.

'are you okay?' Came his half-sister's concerned reply.

'yeah...'

'i...butt dialed. sat on my phone and it called the house by mistake.'

'sorry.'

'don't worry. it used to happen to me when i would put my phone in my ass pocket. haha :p'

'one time...i accidentally buttdialed mum when i was talking with cousin hailey about some cute boy. and he heard everything.'

'it was so embarrassing. xD'

'harleen listened to your entire conversation? ha.'

'you know how nosey parents are. :p'

'she told the whole family. i thought i wouldn't be able to look any of them in the eyes. like EVER.'

'some people have it worse.' He told her, reminded of his own problem. 

'how's everything in london?'

'killed a couple of shifters here and there.'

'i'd even say its a new record.'

':/'

'what?'

'be careful out there. and...try to be humane. shifters are people too.'

'but i hate them. all of them.'

'and they all deserve to die.'

'its my job.'

'michael...'

'do you hate me?'

'of course not.'

'you know i don't.'

'then you don't hate all of them. how can you hate something that is a part of you?' As he read her texts, he could almost hear her voice. Michael could also imagine her facial expressions and mannerisms. He knew even though she was difficult to deal with at times, and wasn't always the most polite person, she was caring. Harley could never hate or kill anyone. That was why she was different. That was why he loved her.