Change (punk h.s.)

Chapter 45

I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING FOR WEEKS

i hope y'all didn't miss me too much, haha. Doubt it. 

I've been so busy and haven't been in the mood for writing but now i finally finished this chapter. I wrote it once or twice already i just didn't feel happy with it. Not that it's perfect but oh whale. okay i'll let you read it now. 

love you all xxx

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HARRY'S POV

I brought Sydney back to the hotel after what happened in the bar. Now she is deeply in sleep, lying on the bed as I am sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall as I think through all this.

What are the odds that two people, who know each other, meet their fathers on the same trip? That's just fucking ridiculous. This is so fucked up.

It didn't go so well at the bar. Sydney flipped out, she completely flipped out. After few minutes of pure shock, she started to speak again, talk to his father and I assume it was because of the effect of alcohol, but she started yelling, no. Screaming at him, her own father. I understand her though. 

Our fathers left for the same reason, our families needed money and they needed to receive money in someway. They kind of sold themselves for the drug "company". My father is still doing his job, paying for loans my family had to take. Sydney's father on the other hand, he started enjoying the job so much that he continued doing it, even though all the loans were paid back. I don't understand him, how could he do that to his family? He completely abandoned them. I would never do that to my family. I could just imagine how devastated Sydney would be if I left her and our kids...

Wait, what? Did I actually just think about having a family with her? What is she doing to me?

Yes, he explained everything to Sydney, she was shocked, sad and angry all at the same time. She kept screaming and screaming, tears streamed down her cheeks. Her father was trying to calm her down, I was too. Hell even my father was trying to calm her down. She just flipped out, she lost her temper. 

"You're a heartless bastard!", she yelled. "I hate you and I never want to see you again", and so on. After all that screaming, she threw a drink at him, his face and fancy suit soaked with the liquid. That was it for me, I couldn't let her do anything else. I swear she actually tried to hit him with the boxing techniques I've taught her awhile ago. I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her over my shoulder, she kept kicking and hitting me, telling me to let her go. I didn't struggle though, I took her out of the bar and dragged her to an alley and calmed her down. After she had stopped, she started crying, sobbing actually. "I just can't believe this", she told me. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close to me. "This is too much", she sobbed against my chest. 

I hear her shifting on the bed and I lift my head from my hands, turning towards the bed. She's not awake, but she's twitching in her sleep. She hasn't always twitched like this, it has started a few weeks ago. 

I stand up and head over to the bed. I stare down at her for awhile. She's had a rough day. Sometimes it feels like I bring bad luck to her. If I had never took her with me to the States she wouldn't have met her father, if I had never met her, her life would be so much better. Maybe, I'm not sure.

I lie down next to her, snuggling her to me and I kiss the top of her head.

Who would be taking care of her at times like these if she had never met me? Who would she share her thoughts with? Doubts and worries? Am I so bad after all?

I run my fingers through her long, unruly hair. She doesn't move at all at the moment. This is what I do when she twitches in her sleep. I caress her cheek, pull her closer to me, kiss her all over... She calms down after that. Even in her sleep, I can affect her like this. That makes me happy, proud even.