blue (book one) - h.s. ✔️ watty's 2019

chapter 91

"Parker, I can't believe you're this good in the kitchen!" Gem exclaims, making idle conversation at the old dinner table.

A newborn baby. We haven't spoken about her baby since she introduced us to him earlier; she's trying to avoid further conversation involving him. Nolan is undeniably hers with his dirty blonde hair and bright, green eyes. I'm unable to look at her right now. The sister I grew up loving unconditionally is not in this house. I'm more than aware that things change and people change, but this is too much. I barely even recognize her anymore. She's a completely different person to me. Fuck, man. This is not right. I've lost my mum, my father, and now for my baby sister t- to throw her life to shit. Sincerely, fuck this, man. The worst thing about all of this is that I know the fucker that knocked her up is not involved. If he was, then the both of them wouldn't be in our childhood home, living off of old canned goods and expired baby formula. This isn't my sister. That shit's got her hooked on all kinds of drugs, I'm sure. Her deep, receding eyes have a weighty glaze I didn't notice before. She's physically smaller than Parker in so many unhealthy ways. This is all too much to take in.

"Fuck," I breathe throwing my hands over my face in act of frustration.

"What was that, Harry?" Parker's soft voice speaks from beside me. I'm not looking at him, but I can tell that his deep blue eyes are worried. He understands me better than anyone.

"Are you okay, Hazza?"

Immediately, my blood boils and the entire table is flipped onto its top. Plates and small glasses shatter against the floor loudly, waking the sleeping baby in Gem's old room.

"You have no right to call me that," I seethe, stomping over until I'm right in her face.

"Wh-what?"

"Stop fucking acting like everything is okay. What the fuck happened to you out there, Gem? You're sick!"

My eyes can't help but take in her defeated appearance for a second time. She looks terrible. If it hadn't have been for her distinct features - her vibrant eyes and bright blond hair -, I'm not sure if I would have recognized my own sister. It kills me to even think about. She was raised better than this. Instead of responding, she simply takes out a cigarette and a lighter, bringing it to her lips. It takes everything within me to not slap the disgusting object out of her mouth. I almost do until I feel Parker's gentle hands tugging at my arm.

"Leave her alone, Harry."

"What happened to you?"

She doesn't respond to me still. Just watches me with cold eyes, blowing out puffs of smoke repeatedly. I could very easily break from his grasp, but I don't. I allow him to take me away from someone I once loved deeply. I'm not thinking rash, and though I want nothing more than to go back in the room and teach her lesson, I know that will only backtrack my progress with the blue-eyed boy. Also, I'm not really sure why his memory hasn't come back, but I'm not looking to trigger any. Even the slightest rememberance of that night could shot this entire thing down.

"I can't believe you embarrassed me like that," I seethe, pacing back and forth in my old room. Before he has time to retaliate, I fire, again, harshly.

"Mind your own fucking business, Parker. You're pissing me off."

Like Gem, he doesn't respond. His hurt face is ineffective on me right now. I'm trying to calm myself down with the usually helpful techniques he's taught me, but nothing is working. Pacing relentlessly, I continue to clench and unclench my fist in a desperation to better myself before things get bad. In spite of my perfect vision, I'm unable to see anything past my own two hands right now. My anger doesn't make sense to me. I've dealt with worse shit in my life. This is nothing in comparison to the fucked up shit that has happened, honestly, but I can't seem to calm myself down at all. If anything, the feral rage that I'm feeling is rising steadily. I don't realize the stream of tears staining my face until one drops on the surface of my knuckles. For the first time since I've opened my eyes in the old room, I notice two piercing, patient eyes watching me from the foot of my bed. His face is expressionless as his eyes pour into my own. Not even the shield of liquid could disemminate his otherworldly beauty.

Still silent, he lifts himself from off the bed gently. Moving as if in a hyper slow motion, he closes the distance between us. His soft hand hesitantly holds my face, making me flinch at the contact. Despite this, I lean into his cupped hand, calming down slightly. My breaths grow shallower with each passing second as we stare at each other without words. Several times he opens his mouth small to speak, and each time he closes it denying his own thoughts.

"Use me," he breathes shakily.

My brows scrunch in confusion, but he doesn't reply to the expression on my face. He lifts his other hand to physically smooth out the creases in my face. His soft fingers lightly push out the lines of frustration detailing my fury. I close my eyes, humming lowly in response to his touch. Though my anger is still very much present, it is slightly subdued due to the proximity of an angel's presence. When I open my eyes, he crashes his lips onto mine. Immediately, I accept wanting to taste more of him. Forcefully, I clasp the back of both his thighs with my hands lifting him up around me. He moans, breathless, at the force of my calloused hands. Like an animal, I growl against his mouth in the back of my throat. He whimpers lightly, breaking from the kiss before I force my lips against his again. I toss him on the bed, watching him bounce in response to the old, worn out springs.

He gasps loudly as I tear into the fabric clothing he's wearing. Several buttons fly aimlessly through the room, but I continue unfazed. I instantly start sucking and biting at his exposed flesh surprising him. His moans are loud and I can tell he's trying his hardest to keep quiet, but I could care less. If he's loud, it's his own fault. Surprising him, I begin to harshly grind my hips against his body growing quickly. Then, he places his hands between the both of us breathing heavily, red-faced.

"Harry?" he breathes out of breath.

I don't respond as I struggle against my belt buckle, my hands fumbling around the persistent metal. Then, in one swift motion, both my pants and briefs are pooled around my ankles and I step out of them easily. Without hesitation, I force myself on to him, taking him by surprise. He accepts my kiss, his small hands traveling up and down my inked torso. I take both of his small hands in my one stopping him from exploring my body. He looks up at me in confusion, but I ignore his gaze. My lips start to rougly bite at the open flesh of his neck, flooding me with his scent.

"Harry, yo- you're hurting me," he whimpers below me, making me smirk in the dark room.

Without warning, I push myself into his small frame eliciting a shrill cry. He feels amazing around me. All of the anger. All of the frustration I felt before, is being channeled into this forbidden action. I continue thrusting into him, his heat keeping me warm, violently. His walls constantly close in around me making me moan loudly in response. His cries only motivate me to work him passed his pains. His face is unreadable below me. With his eyes closed, he's biting his lip to keep from moaning too loudly. I suck against his trembling lips feeling myself about to climax. Right before my own orgasm, he shoots between the both of us, coating our bodies in a stream of white gold.