Impulse

Chapter Thirty-Eight

*NARRATOR'S POV* 

The Styles babies were born on February first in the gloomy year of 1989. 

The weather was sicklythat day, grey clouds and even greyer people, like this was dictating all that their lives wouldsurround. Sadness and death, as Anne had passed three funerals on her ambulance ride to thehospital.She gave birth at something to midnight and the epidural did little to lessen her pain as sherecollected the conception of her precious babies. The man had been a monster but her babies werenot. 

They cried with powerful lungs and wiggled as wet messes in her arms, no one beside her tocongratulate her, but she kissed their foreheads and told them that she loved them.Their hair was so white, their little pink faces and limbs so pure and innocent. They cried withclosed eyes and Anna felt the happiest she's ever been.When she was allowed to take them home, her move was right into the manor where she grew up.

 Styles Manor. 

She wasn't a Styles but her family worked here for years and just one night, fateful ortragic, she lay with a man who landed her in this position. A psychopath down to the very core, theman who gave her babies their white hair.Edward and Harry Styles became her everything.Anne never dated or made new friends. Sacrificing her sleep and nutrition meant nothing if herbabies were kept healthy. 

Edward cried the most as a baby while Harry seemed to be observingeverything. She would spend hours just walking around the giant estate trying to calm her elder sondown, him addicted to her heartbeat and she to his presence.

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Edward was convinced that turning six would be a disaster. Aging seemed so vile a topic already,while Harry made himself have the same opinion to impress his older brother. They've been fightinga lot lately, and as a result have been made to have their baths together with absolutely nohot water. 

"Pup?" Edward knew he had the upper hand on his brother already.

 It was evident from the wayHarry never left his side.Harry's eyes were focused on the water in the tub they shared, creating ripples with his hand eventhough he was scared to go too big and disturb Edward. He can be a nuisance sometimes and heknows that, but he doesn't know that his older sibling wouldn't trade him for anything.

 "Wanna take turns?" Edward proposed, as he did every time they took a bath together.Harry eagerly nodded and already had the oval-shaped soap bar in his hand. 

He waited for Edwardto turn around between his legs before starting his duty with the utmost responsibility. He washedEdward's frosty white hair and thought about how it didn't suit him. He washed away themetaphorical grime of a day spent digging up pet graves in the back yard. Later that night they were getting ready for a movie night. It was always just the two of thembecause everyone else in the house wanted to sleep. Their mother never found a problem in twoalmost six year old's wanting to watch films late at night.

 "What can we watch?" Edward spoke to himself while Harry went to the kitchen and peered intotheir popcorn bowl while their mother loaded it up.

 "Now, boys." She came into the living room ahead of Harry, the latter being overly excited for theirtraditional plans. "No messing the lounge no matter how excited you get." 

Edward chose Nightmare on Elm Street and Harry threw their blanket across the couch. Hegot under it with his pale feet sticking out the other end while Edward managed controlling theDVD player. It was a real challenge the first time he did it but now the routine is simple.

 "Goodnight." She, in her comfy grey sleep wear, gave them both forehead kisses and walked outafter all the lights were off. "I love you!"

 "Love you too!" Harry turned his whole body around to tell her retreating back, waving andgrinning when she did. He's always been closest to her.