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a bit of home

date night in a new city and a surprise from home

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A/N: hi friends, it's almost been a month since bel joined harry on tour and well things can't always be perfect so you've been warned. i appreciate all the comments, tags, and messages so please keep them coming. sending you all my love

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warnings: sexual content

love on tour series // previous part

Raleigh, North Carolina

Be ready by eight. Taking you on a date.

H xx

The note is sitting on your bed as you come out from a shower; Harry is smooth; you'll give him that. A date with your boyfriend. It's been dinners in hotel after hotel, so this will be your first date outside of a room, and you're looking forward to it.

Harry had been off golfing with a few men that Luis told you were NHL players. It meant very little to you as in your small community growing up, hockey was not a known sport. If anything, it was only futbol. You learned all the other sports in school and the Olympics when you were old enough to understand what it was.

His note was vague and not at all helpful to how you should dress up. You assumed it would be a restaurant, and seeing as you came to North Carolina once in your life for a wedding oh so many years ago was in Highlands, not in the city you were currently in.

Y/N

i've tried to look for an outfit and nothing. HELP xx

Harry

I'd say no clothes, but not keen on sharing. Xxx

Y/N

you're useless. i'm not going xx

Harry

Do I need to go over and dress you? xxx

Y/N

no, need a general idea of where we are going xxx

Harry

Go with a dress. Nothing too fancy, but dying to see those legs in some heels xxx

Y/N

as you wish xx

A dress, you can do a dress. You shuffle through the few options of clothing you have hanging in the closet. You pull out a dark green satin puff sleeve dress with a plunging front, a bow tied on the center, right under your cleavage. You paired it with your black M. Gemi lustro heels, best for walking and lasting all night with no pain.

You got ready quickly, and you felt beautiful. Maybe it was the dress, or perhaps it was because of who you were spending the evening with. Either way, you knew you looked good. There was no need for makeup as you didn't want to deal with wiping it off at night. You left your hair natural as it air dyed nicely after your shower earlier. You added a claw clip to your bag, slipping in inside as well as your wallet.

As you were about to sit on the couch to wait for Harry, there was a knock on the door. There was standing, looking as handsome as ever. He was wearing what you assume to be Gucci high-rise cotton trousers, a plain back shirt, and to keep the cold away, his famous green Bode wool-twill jacket that you now wanted to claim as your own.

"Don't you look dashing, H."

"You look breathtaking. I don't want to leave having you dressed this beautiful for all to see."

"Well, too bad, I was promised on the date. Got to show off the girl on your arm, don't you think?" You tease, stepping close to press a kiss on his cheek.

"Don't tease, darling."

You pout, "just friends, sorry."

He backs you up against the wall letting the door shut behind him, his hands on your waist to keep you in place, "not friends, not in here. Not when I know you're dying for my touch."

"Amor, por favor."

Harry smirks, leaning in close, nipping a kiss at your jaw, holding your breath as you feel his mouth next to your ear, "know how I know I make you lose your mind because you start speaking Spanish. Don't let you think straight." You huff out a breath, knowing he's right. You push him back and connect your lips in a rough kiss, letting him know everything you want to do to him.

"Take me to dinner, and we'll see if you get dessert."

Harry straightens up, flattening down your dress from where he had snaked up one of his hands to rest on your ass. "Right, after you, baby."

He walks you down to a black Range Rover, the windows tinted, and you smirk, knowing he ensured everything to get you privacy. Harry opens the passenger door for you, offering a helping hand up. His touch is gentle; each movement of his is done with precision and care. He runs over to the driver's seat, and you're left wondering if he's actually a good driver.

"Can you drive?"

Harry scoffs, "Of course I can. I've got a California driver's license."

"Hmmm...if I don't like you're driving, I'm driving back with no arguments from you."

"Baby, promise you're in safe hands."

"Okay," you mutter, relaxing in the seat as you put your seatbelt on.

Harry pulls onto the road looking at his mirrors, and so far, he's fine. He seems to know where he's heading as he doesn't have a GPS out. It's five minutes in when he sets his hand on your thigh, making you jump due to his rings.

"Sorry, baby," he laughs as you pout at him. You don't say anything, just resting your hand on top of his. It's comforting having a hand to hold when you want.

Harry has his phone connected, his music playing through the speakers; there are some you recognize and some you never even heard of. You hear a familiar guitar intro and sit up in your seat, reaching your right hand over to raise the volume; Cam's voice fills the car.

There is a town

Somewhere down a country road

I see it now

I take it everywhere I go

"I love this song. Favorite song off her album."

Harry chuckles quietly, "really?"

You nod, "yes, it reminds me of home. Of all the friends, some close and some not that I left behind in that small town growing up."

"I wrote it," Harry tells you at a red light so that he can take in your reaction.

"No."

"Yes, I did."

"Sure, Jan."

"I wrote it and gave it to Cam. She's a good friend."

Harry keeps on driving, and you whip your phone out from your bag, going into Apple music and searching up the song. At the bottom, where writers are displayed: Harry Styles is the first name looking back at you.

"Holy shit," you mumble. "You wrote the song."

Harry is now laughing harder, "had to look it up, don't trust me?"

"Wow, I've been obsessed with it. I like that it reminds me of home. It gives me a melancholy feeling."

He nods, "yeah, I wrote it about home and how when I visit, everyone's lives are so different. So is mine, but it seems more noticeable for them in a way."

"Damn, you're a great songwriter."

Harry blushes, tapping at the steering wheel with his free hand, "thank you."

You're about to go on when he pulls into an open parking space, taking his hand back from you gently to put the car in park.

"How was the ride?"

"passable."

Harry shakes his head, a large smile on his face, "ready to head inside."

"Wine and dine me, boyfriend."

Harry brought you to an Italian restaurant that a good friend showed him a few years ago, and it did not disappoint. You went with the chef's choice, as did Harry. You both had passed on the wine for the night, and you assured Harry it was okay, but he promised you it was fine.

The food was divine, and as much as you wanted dessert, you had to pass it up, knowing there was something much better waiting for you in your hotel room.

Harry had been teasing you all night, but you hadn't been any better. You leaned over the table to clean his face, only giving him a better view of your cleavage. He would run his fingers over your arm until you got goosebumps. The teasing was getting to both of you, and you knew if you didn't call it a night, the rental car would be seeing a lot more than you wanted it to.

You walk out, Harry swiping your bag from your hand before you could even think about getting out your wallet. He paid, leaving a generous tip and escorting you out as you both bid the workers a good night. Once, again like a true gentleman helped you into the car. You were buzzing with anticipation as you neared closer to the hotel.

"How was tonight, baby?"

You look over at Harry, a smile resting on his lips as he focuses on the road. "It was wonderful, amor. Thank you."

He lifts your hand that you rested on his lap to his lip for a gentle kiss, "anything for you, querida."

"You coming back to mine?"

"Got to end a date at your door, my mum raised a gentleman."

"I'll be sure to let her know she raised a fine man."

Harry grins at the mention of his family, "would you want to meet them?"

"Who? Your family?" He nods, and you feel your heartbeat increase at the thought, "I'd like that. Just as amazing as you, I'm sure."

"Maybe a little less," he teases.

Harry parked the car, relaxing back in the seat as you both slowly took off your seatbelts. "The night can end here, Bel."

He never fails to surprise you, and you smile, "I don't want that. I want you to come up with me, kiss me at my door, and then do as you please with me. That's what I want."

"I'll give you anything you want," he promises.

The ride up to the room is tense as you both feel the tension rising, and you know as soon as you're both behind the safety of your hotel room, you'll both snap.

Harry opens up your bag and slips out your room key, opening the door with no struggle. You both slip off your shoes, and you turn to look at Harry who's eyes have darkened. You must have the same look of desire on your face; you want him, you'll always want him.

Harry is done waiting; he pushed you against the wall as he had done earlier. His hands trailing up slowly from your thighs, bringing up your dress to rest on your hips. You felt your breathing pick up, not sure what his next move would be but eager for him to give you anything and everything.

"Going to let me take this dress off, baby?" He whispers, pressing himself against you allowing you to feel the growing erection in his pants.

You nod, breathless from his touch. He raises your hands up and pulls the dress over your head, leaving you standing in your matching black lace bra and panties. He smirks, knowing you picked this just for him.

After discarding your dress on the floor, he slips his fingers over your panties to feel how ready you are for him. You moan at the touch, desperate for more. Harry is done with the teasing pushing the fabric aside, and buried his fingers inside of you. You leaned back against the door, eyes closed, biting your lip and bucking your hips against his hand.

"You are a sight to behold," he says, his voice a throaty growl. He gazes over your body, taking it all in that he's the only person who gets to see you like this. Harry was two fingers deep, desperate to bring her to a release before he even thought about doing anything else.

"Mhmm," you hummed as Harry increased his speed, feeling you clenching tightly around his fingers. You were lost in the feeling of pleasure that Harry was bringing you. He was such a giving lover that you knew he would not stop until you came, and at this rate, it would be soon.

Harry moves his hand to have his thumb rub your clit, making you let out a deep moan, the feeling only getting more intense; he knew what you needed at this point, letting him give you what you needed. You had your hand on his shoulders, nails digging in deep, not that he minded.

"Harry," you moaned, feeling yourself right on the brink.

"Come for me, darling. Show me how good I made you feel." That was your final push as you felt a rush of pleasure explode, allowing your body to relax against the wall. Harry slowed his fingers, riding out your orgasm with you; once he saw you were settled, he pulled his hand away. You bit your lip to hold on to the whine that was dying to escape at the loss of content. Harry locked eyes with you as he brought the two fingers to his mouth, having a taste of you, and fuck, you were ready for him to take you.

"You're filthy, amor."

He smirks, "only for you, baby."

You grabbed his hand, pushing away from the wall and making sure you wouldn't fall after your first step. You guided Harry to the bed, where he allowed you to settle in the middle. Harry begins to take off each piece of clothing he has on. He starts with the jacket, then his shirt, until he's down to just his trousers. He nods his head toward you, and you know he means it is your turn to take something off. You reach behind you and effortlessly remove your bra, making sure to throw it in his direction for him to catch.

Harry smiles at you, not at all surprised at your antics. He slowly turns around, slipping his pants down, shaking his ass for you as you let a loud laugh ring out through the room.

"Dork."

"Yours."

"It appears so."

Harry turns around, now fully nude, a look of offense on his face, "don't sound so disappointed."

You grin as you not so gracefully take your panties off that got wrapped around your ankles before kicking them off the bed, "come here, amor." That name is enough for him to forget your previous statement, a sincere look on his face as he comes to hover over you.

Harry gets off you quickly, rushing into the restroom, leaving you confused and a bit vulnerable. You waited for him to come back, and he did so promptly with a condom in hand, waving it around, "safety, baby."

You pulled his face towards you and kissed him. Passionately. Harry let out a groan into your mouth, and you smiled against his lips loving the effect you have on him. You let your hands roam his body from his chest to his broad shoulders and stop on his ass to give it a good squeeze. "Baby," he moaned against your mouth.

"I know, amor. Like feeling every part of you against me, like knowing you're mine."

"Yours," he breathes out, pressing kiss after kiss to your neck.

Harry slipped on the condom, needing you and fuck you were ready for him. You always would be.

He entered you slowly, filling you, pushing deep until you'd taken him to the hilt. You moaned softly. Harry pushed your hair from your face. Then pressed a kiss on your shoulder. "You ready to give me another." You nod, knowing he'd be able to help you get there. He rocked into you, bringing another wave of pleasure.

"Harry…"

He rocked into you again, taking his time, easy strokes that brought gentle waves of pleasure to your body. "I love that you can only say my name."

"I-"

He thrust deep, your hips pushing up to meet him.

"Harry!" you cried out.

And then he was rocking you, stroking you on the inside, making you feverish, shaking with need. He kept you there, playing with you until you began begging for your release. He grunted and thrust hard over and over, pushing you to the peak that seemed just out of reach. Your world narrowed down to the tush of sensation centered deep inside, the thudding of your heart, your ragged breath. And then your world went dark as a surge of pleasure ripped through you, leaving you panting and shaking under him. He thrust deep and held your hips tight as he climaxed with a long, low groan.

Your mind was a haze of bliss. You could think of nothing but the man who brought you such incredible pleasure. "Harry," you whispered.

"Yeah, baby," he responds, slipping slowly out of you a bit out of breath tying the condom.

"I care about you a lot."

"I care about you too, querida."

Harry cleaned you up and tucked you in close to his chest. The happiness you both felt close to exploding from your chest. This year of your life might just be the best ever. You both let sleep take you, knowing that your relationship was blooming and there was only more good to come.

It's the day of Harry's show in Raleigh, and he had a bright idea that you should all go together to a local studio and work out, and like fools, you all agreed. Even Jeff joined in, and at then of the class, he would not speak to Harry stating every part of his body hurt.

It felt great to work out, something you've been neglecting while on tour. You welcomed the soreness, but Harry thrived on pain walking out without a single complaint.

Everything thanked Harry for the workout. Of course, knowing how important working out and staying healthy, he believed it was for the band mainly because what they did for ninety minutes each night was not easy. Especially when he spent most of the time running around as if he had all of the energy on earth.

After showers and packing up, you all headed to the area to prepare for another sold-out show. Harry was high on energy, something you could not match today. He was bouncing from wall to wall, and you had no idea why, but you noticed that everyone was benefiting from it. There was not a single person not smiling or laughing today. There is nothing but love and kindness being spread, all thanks to the lanky green-eyed rockstar you call your boyfriend.

It is technically Harry's twentieth show, not counting Housten that he had yet to announce the rescheduled date for, and well, you had a small surprise for him.

In the UK, it is 7pm, and for you, it is 2pm meaning its lunchtime, and your surprise is ahead to go as planned. You had told Harry you'd be eating in his dressing room together because you had a surprise. He let you take care of everything because he secretly loved surprises despite denying it time after time. You would not have pulled this off without the help of Luis and Jeff, who would do anything for Harry as you have come to learn from seeing him as a friend and not only their employee or boss.

Jeff had set up all of Harry's food inside, as well as some UK treats that you had a hard time tracking as a package from there would not have made it in time. There was a screen set up that would soon be set up with most of Harry's family. His mother and sister included.

"Right, you remember how you were feeling a little homesick."

Harry chuckles, "I do."

"Well, I've set up something nice and also to congratulate you on making it halfway through Love on Tour." You tell him full of pride.

"Thank you, love."

"Okay, eyes closed."

You open the door, Jeff inside giving you a thumbs up, having the screen dark. You lead Harry to sit down on the chair before slowly having him move his hand from his face. You and Jeff have now backed up to not be in the camera's view, and there staring at Harry are his family.

Truthfully, you sent a group email introducing yourself as Bel, a friend/assistant of Harry and Jeff, about wanting to surprise him and got back lots of yes's. It led to exchanging phone numbers with Anne as she helped get everyone set up. Everyone has been so kind, and you're just glad to see it play out so well.

"Hi darling," Anne, Harry's mother, is the first to speak as she smiles at her son's surprised face.

Harry looks over to you and Jeff before turning back seeing so many frames of loved one's all waving laughter pouring in as they give him a moment to take it in.

"Mum, what are you doing?"

"We're going to have dinner and you lunch, I presume."

He looks down to his table, seeing the display of food, "yes, it appears so."

"Great, I'm starving. Mum didn't let me eat a thing," Gemma teases as she hugs her mum in the frame so Harry can see.

"Who set this up? How are so many of you here?"

"Luis and Jeff, oh but mainly the new assistant, Bel," Anne tells him with a fond smile on her face. Harry whips his head to look at you, making you look bashful. "She's wonderful. Keep her around, will ya."

Harry chuckles, rolling his eyes, "she's not an assistant," is all he says.

"Is Bel there? Let us meet her." Gemma states, noticing her brother look off-camera a lot.

Harry looks at you, gesturing forward, but it's as if you're frozen in place. Jeff nudges you causing your feet to move forward,

"You sure," you mouth to Harry.

"If you're comfortable."

The odds of all of Harry knowing you are low, so with that in mind, you step forward, kneeling down a bit to get in the frame next to Harry.

"Hello, I'm Bel. It's a pleasure to meet you all. It was nice speaking with you, Mrs. Twist." You say with a smile remembering the manners your grandparents raised you with.

Harry quirks an eyebrow at the name, not used to you being formal, but you are meeting his mother, and she deserves all your respect. You expect a greeting from her or anyone, but no, nothing.

Silence is all you get. There are looks of shock written on all their faces, and that surprised you. Clearly not Harry, who has a smirk as he takes in all their reactions.

Harry's cousin holding a sleeping baby, "are you?" No."

Gemma laughs, "holy shit, why is your girl crush standing next to you."

"Gem," Harry shouts, a blush rising over his face even though you all know Gemma spoke nothing but the truth.

"Shit, I thought it was coincidental those few shows she attended." One of Harry's cousin's replies.

"Y/N Belmonte is standing next to my brother. Unreal. I introduced him to you," She shouts, needing you to know.

Harry frowns, "no, I knew her. Just didn't know a lot."

"Enough to have a crush for a long time."

Gemma and Harry's banter goes on for a few minutes, and everyone is enjoying it. You look over to Jeff and send him a grin knowing it's time you made your exit.

"Sorry to interrupt. But it was lovely to meet you all, even if virtually. I should stop monopolizing your time and let you enjoy Harry for the next bit until soundcheck." Harry frowns, grabbing your wrist lightly, causing you to turn to him.

"Stay," he mouths.

You shake your head no, "this is for you. A bit of home, remember." You whisper, and he lets you go.

"Soundcheck, Bel, okay?"

"Yes, H. I'll meet you there." You promise, looking back at the camera once more, giving them a more confident smile, and walking over to Jeff.

"They didn't even ask for me," Jeff fakes whimpers into your arms.

"There, there, Jeff. You'll always be Glenne's favorite." You both walk out as you hear all of Harry's family bombard him with questions about you being his friend, and you know he won't tell them about you because you didn't say it, but you don't want him to keep it from them.

Y/N

i know you're questioning if you should tell them, i'm more than okay with it. xx

Harry

Bel, this is a big step xxx

Y/N

i know, but they are your family. i trust them. xx

if not all your family, then your mum and your sister xx

Harry

I hope you know I adore you. I'll let Mum and Gem know xxx.

Thank you xxx

The following two hours go quickly as you spend it with the band having lunch with them going with a soup needing something warm to comfort you for what Harry might let you know his family's thoughts as well as his true thoughts on the surprise. Sarah allowed you to put baby Jones to sleep as she called you a baby whisperer. You didn't believe her knowing she did a better job than you ever would but loved that she trusted you to help with her child.

Jeff came in, rounding everyone up to get to the stage, letting Sarah set the angel down Ayae promising to watch over him for the next hour until they were back. Niji was telling you a story about how he once thought he would trip on stage walking the catwalk when you hear your name being yelled. You keep walking, letting it get closer. Niji laughs, telling you he'll see you soon.

Luis shoots you a look telling you to get him on stage as quickly as possible and try you would, but he was a stubborn man.

"Bel," he's right behind you now.

"Harry, how did--" he cuts you off, leaning in, pressing your lips together. The kiss is fast and passionate. You can feel everything he's feeling, gratitude, happiness, a bit of sadness, but overall love. Neither of you is nowhere ready to say those three words, but it doesn't mean the feeling isn't there.

"Thank you, that was everything to me. It's not seeing them in person, but it was a bit of home."

"Glad you liked it. I was a bit worried, thought it might be a bit invasive."

Harry shakes his head, "no, you knew exactly what I needed and worked a way to get it."

"Well, I was not ready to meet them. So hopefully, there's a redo in our future."

The smile on his face only seems to grow, "thinking of our future, huh."

"I'm not going anywhere; remember that."

"I will."

"We've got to get you to stage," you pull his wrist to walk him, but he's planted in his spot,

"You didn't ask about mum and Gemma."

You roll your eyes, hating that he knew you so well already, "what did your mum and sister think when you told them we were dating?"

"That I should wake up because I was dreaming." You burst out laughing, not expecting that as he continues on, "Gem said that mum was thrilled saying you were so lovely and that she hopes to meet you when she comes out for a show."

"That makes me want to barf." You tell him honestly.

"Why,"

"Well, they're your favorite people, and I'd hate it if they didn't like me."

"Listen, Bel. They'll love you, you'll charm them as you've done with everyone on the crew, and we'll live happily ever after."

You nod, knowing there was no point in arguing with him. "Let's get going. They'll have my head if we're any later."

"Oh, Bel, they could never blame you. They all adore you too much."

"Including you,"

Harry smiles, wrapping his arm over your shoulder, holding you close. He presses a kiss on your hair, "including me."

Harry looked good, and he knew it. He was flaunting himself more than usual, not that you minded. The custom Gucci tonight was different, but you didn't mind. Lambert has dressed him in a pink silk shirt, red wide-leg trousers, matching suspenders, and red leather boots. Due to the lights, it reflected a new color each time, but you liked that. You knew the fans expected more of the suspenders feeling repetitive, but Harry was enjoying it, and who were you to tell him how to dress for his sold-out tour.

"I never know when he's going to play it." Tommy whispers(yells) as Harry goes straight into 'woman,' referring to the song he did not play consistently from the album.

"I'm not sure either, but I'll go with it. He might evaluate the crowd first few songs, not to his liking, then it's cut."

"My favorite diva." You laugh with him knowing Harry brings all the diva and flare for when he's on stage, letting it feed into his ever-growing ego.

Watching Harry on stage is becoming one of your favorite things. You're not sure what you're going to do when this ends in November, and you'll be off filming, and he'll most likely be touring Europe and Australia in the new year.

You'll just have to work it out, communicate through it, or you fear you won't make it through. Although, you doubt Harry would let you go without a fight. He's proven again and again that he cares for you and this relationship you're building. You hope the foundation you're building together is strong enough to withhold each hit that the distance will be sure to bring. Enough of that for now, you'll enjoy the moment, and each moment you get.

'Treat people' is something else entirely. The pit is dancing, singing, boas in the air. There's a conga line on one side that is being led by a banana, the other side is doing the cotton eye joe dance that reminds you of your own dance el caballo dorado that you danced at every party no matter if you knew the people or not. It was similar, but you wouldn't dare dance it in fear of getting it wrong; maybe you'd have to teach the crew around you your moves and dance it through this song.

The ending tonight takes your breath away. It seems as if 'kiwi' brings everyone back to life as you feel the shouts and cheers get louder. As if Harry nor the fans want the song to come to an end, but it's a beautiful closing. It's three minutes of hard dancing and singing as he does his final goodbyes. Harry blows kisses as he walks down the steps and hurries backstage where you'll meet him soon.

You see the band all turn and gather around Sarah, all ready for that final closing to officially end the night. It's loud and powerful, and you swear every single person in this room is cheering. You're left with Jeff as the others have gone to check on Harry or begin backing up for the night, seeing as everything is going to be taken down as you've got to head to the next city.

Jeff guides you back past the security guards and black curtains when your phone buzzes, signaling a message. You stop moving to the side to read it, hoping you won't be in anyone's way.

Naomi

Look

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You open it up to reveal an article from E! News. The headline reads: Harry and Bel? Could it be code for Miss Belmonte?

Scrolling down, you see it's a video of what looks to be Gemma's private story with a photo of Harry and the family on their individual screens with a small caption: Thanks to Bel for helping with the surprise.

Y/N

hmm... that's sweet of her. xx

don't like that someone invaded her privacy like that.

Naomi

Do you follow her?

Y/N

no xx

Naomi

Are you worried?

Y/N

no, harry let his family know we're dating, and i did help plan the surprise xx

Naomi

What's your story? No way it won't come up on Thursday's interview.

You frown because she's right.

Y/N

well, i will be saying im in new york for work, and i'll just reiterate that harry and i are good friends. xx

Naomi

But you aren't

Y/N

they don't know xx

Naomi

You're going to say, friends.

Y/N

this is mine, and i don't want to share it. it's still new, and it's going well. xx

Naomi

Okay, here if you need me. Love you

Y/N

i appreciate it, i love you xx

"Bel, you alright?" Jeff asks, concerned as he sees you looking upset. You hand him your phone, letting him read the article.

"Shit, I'll handle it. I'll speak with Gemma not to post again."

You stop him. "Hey, relax. Gemma didn't do anything wrong. I hate that someone she considered a close friend chose to share that online."

Jeff signs, "I'll let Harry know." He hurries off in the direction to Harry's dressing room, but you don't follow.

Being in the public eye for so long, you'd learn when to stop giving them a part of you, but now it feels as if all they are doing is taking and taking.

You don't like that you can't control it, which is why you won't give them what they want. They want romance and a story well, all the media will get is the same one you've said before: you and Harry are friends.

You'll confirm that you're Bel, that Harry is a good friend you support and know his family. You've befriended a lot of friends and family, you love learning about families, it's a known fact.

You're not sure how much time has passed but have decided it's time to let it go and go see Harry. He deserves some praise after a fantastic night.

Walking in, you're met with lots of chatter; no one turns a head as you walk in searching for Harry, who's sitting on the couch on his phone composing what looks like to be an email.

"Harry," you call out softly, standing right in front of him.

He looks up quickly, hearing your voice, abandoning his phone next to him and shooting up to take you in a hug. You let him squeeze you tightly and reveal in the level of comfort he brings you. It's as his arms were made to hold you.

"You alright?" He pulls back to look at you scanning your eyes.

"I'm good, are you? Are you telling Gemma, can you assure her it's okay. I'd hate for her to feel bad." You rush out quickly.

"I will speak with her tomorrow, but I've shot her a text in case she's up."

"Harry, why would someone do that to her? Invade her privacy for something so trivial."

Harry shakes his head, guiding you to sit on the couch. "Don't know, it's fucked that people think everything about me needs to be shared."

"We'll be fine, I've got an interview lined up, and I'll address it if needed." He looks upset at the thought of you speaking on another topic of you both, "what's with the face, mi estrella?"

"Hate that you're the one being bombarded with questions, no longer focusing on your projects just on who you're connected with."

"It's Hollywood, all they want is juicy gossip, but I promise I'll give them very little and move on."

"Just friends."

You giggle, leaning back resting your head on his shoulder, "just friends."

The room may be filled with lots of talk, everyone speaking with someone higher up to get a name on who sold the video or shared online. You know there'd be an answer soon enough, but you let it go.

Instead, focus on Harry and how you both allow yourself to drown out everything going around you, allowing the comfort of being together to unwind you.

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thebobabunch · 2 years

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introduction to the boba bunch!

this blog is moderated and posted on by @arioliravioli and @camillasaur!! this blog is mostly used for rants and shitposts and just whatever!! ari / taro : 🢚 has many names (ari, avi, kelp, dante) 🢚 any pronouns! pref. for they/she! also mirrornouns! 🢚 nblm/mlm! 🢚 16 and filipinx-vietnamese 🢚 gemini moron (gemi sun, aqua rising, aries moon) 🢚 will be using the #tarotalks tag under their posts!

camilla / honey : → also many names

→ they/them + mirror pronouns i guess?? i dont care

→ biromantic acepsec

→ 18, very old black and asian grandparent

→ aries, very angry, will break bonse

→ #harpinghoney tag :))) we vibignng

#tarotalks #harpinghoney

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affatmntfan · 4 years

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CATEGORIES ADULT FANFICTION AWARDS 2019 Nominees list

BEST CANON FICTION –

Snapshots of Time XX by Hummerhouse

Vengeance by padawanjinx

Forsaken Promises by Lexifer

Universe Divergence: Focus on Leonardo, by Hummerhouse

MOST PROMISING MULTICHAPTER OR WIP-

Wrenwood by Werecakes

The Ouroboros by Werepirechick

I Can Hear You by Hurricane2813

1584 Hours: 1056 Hours Book 2 by LeggoLover99

Devil in the Dance Hall by Alessandra DC

Daughter of the Tribunal by ZabuzasGirl

Goldust by Caroaimezoe

Erased by Lisa_Frank

MOST STUNNING ONE-SHOT-

Alligator Turtles by KCAnathema

Control by Squeakertons

So Long, Honey by BurnThoseEyesBlue

Hathor’s Gift by Caroaimezoe

My Best Friend by Tarin2014tfan

Gravid Problems by Gemi

BEST TWIST-

Dark stories from the sewers, by Caroaimezoe

Wrenwood by Werecakes

The Ouroboros by Werepirechick

Alligator Turtles by KCAnathema

I Can Hear You by Hurricane2813

Connecting the lines by itsnotmyfault

A Job To Remember by Crowdog

Gravid Problems by Gemi

MOST THOUGHT-PROVOKING -

Alligator Turtles by KCAnathema

Light in the Darkness by Echokazul

Send Your Lifeboats Out For Me by Crowdog

Chain of Command by TurtleQuest

BEST PORTRAYAL OF A TURTLE –

Universe Divergence: Focus on Leonardo, by Hummerhouse-Leo

Donatello x2by Werepirechick-Mikey

Alligator Turtles by KCAnathema-Leonardo

Three days later by what_should_i_post_here-Donatello

Vengeance by padawanjinx-Donatello

I Can Hear You by Hurricane2813-Leonardo

What happens in Palmadise by Caroaimezoe-Mikey

BEST PORTRAYAL OF A CANON ALLY/VILLAIN –

The Turtle and the Bounty Hunter, by Caroaimezoe-TigerClaw

The Ouroboros by Werepirechick-April

Alligator Turtles by KCAnathema-April

A Helping Hand by Felhesznelenev-LH

Black and blue by Ravenshell-Casey Jones

Forsaken Promises by Lexifer-Karai

The One by Caroaimezoe-Casey Jones

Universe Divergence: Focus on Leonardo, by Hummerhouse Karai and April

MOST EXCITING ACTION/ADVENTURE –

Without You by Emerald_Leaves

Hunting the Devil by Hummerhouse

The New Amendment by Caroaimezoe

When the World is Dying by DonnaLeeGreene

Donnie's Better Half by NaughtyPants

FUNNIEST LEWD COMEDY –

Everything but the Kitchen Sink, by Plastron

Venus Ruins Rise Vol. 1 by VenusTheMarvelTurtle

Snapshots of Time XXII by Hummerhouse

French Affair by Caroaimezoe

Finely Sliced by butterballturkeyofficial

A chilling caper by Caroaimezoe

Gravid Problems by Gemi

BEST ROMANCE –

Nesting: Raphael/Donatello Mpreg Drabbles, by Plastron

Wrenwood by Werecakes

Could We Maybe Talk About This Never? by dubpubs

Turtlesutra-The Nature of Love by Hummerhouse

A Helping Hand by Felhesznelenev

The New Amendment by Caroaimezoe

Without You by Emerald_Leaves

Love's Darker Sister by Calandraa

MOST COMPELLING AU –

Erased by Lisa_Frank

Devil in the Dance Hall by Alessandra DC

Butler by Nei-Ning

Goldust by Caroaimezoe

Safe Stamp by Nei-Ning

Atlantis by MutantParagon

BEST DARK FICTION –

Dark stories from the sewers, by Caroaimezoe

Other by VenusTheMarvelTurtle

Send Your Lifeboats Out For Me by Crowdog

Does Machines by KcAnathema

DarkSkies by Caroaimezoe

The extent of agony by Multifandom_damnation

Masks by squishyturtlefuckfics

MOST HEARTBREAKING TRAGEDY-

The Prince, by Nei-Ning

Send Your Lifeboats Out For Me by Crowdog

Reunion by Watchword

Sweet Poison by Caroaimezoe

Wicked Games by lumi-honeycutt

We are not allowed to by Caroaimezoe

MOST DISTURBING HORROR-

Dark stories from the sewers, by Caroaimezoe

Alligator Turtles by KCAnathema

Send Your Lifeboats Out For Me by Crowdog

Stripped Bones by KcAnathema

Back To Life by Ravenshell

Mukade by Kc Anathema

EROTICA: For Mature Adult (Explicit/XXX) stories where the main focus is sex and erotica. No non-con is allowed in the Erotica section except for the non-con category.

BEST EROTICA -

Raphael/Donatello Mating Drabbles, by Plastron

I'd Try It by dubpubs

Fan Pass by VenusTheMarvelTurtle

Red Lessons by Kc Anathema

Turtlesutra-The Nature of Love by Hummerhouse

Ego Check by butterballturkeyofficial

Universe Divergence: Focus on Leonardo, by Hummerhouse

SEXIEST LEONARDO -

Fan Pass by VenusTheMarvelTurtle

Experiment Neutralizer Orb, By Kc Anathema

Universe Divergence: Focus on Leonardo, by Hummerhouse

UR Beautiful, by Caroaimezoe

The clean and dirty by nat3601

Turtlesutra-The Nature of Love by Hummerhouse

The Quality Test, by Caroaimezoe

Finely Sliced by butterballturkeyofficial

SEXIEST RAPHAEL –

Crocodiles Tears by ChickInRed, Ikara

Stolen Time by KC Anathema

The Dancer by SirenNightShade

Awakening by KameTerra

Universe Divergence: Focus on Leonardo, by Hummerhouse

Fan Pass by VenusTheMarvelTurtle

SEXIEST DONATELLO –

Raphael/Donatello Mating Drabbles, by Plastron

Experiment Neutralizer Orb, By Kc Anathema

A Helping Hand by Felhesznelenev

Turtlesutra-The Nature of Love by Hummerhouse

Vengeance by padawanjinx

Going To Bed With ...Donatello by RomaMarufixx

Universe Divergence: Focus on Leonardo, by Hummerhouse

SEXIEST MICHELANGELO –

Turtlesutra-The Nature of Love by Hummerhouse

The DJ by SirenNightShade

Ego Check by butterballturkeyofficial

Everything but the Kitchen Sink, by Plastron

Leo’s demons by LuckyDeathStar

Chaperone by Caroaimezoe

MOST SENSUAL CANON SUPPORT CHARACTER -

Beyond the Melee by Hummerhouse-LH

A Helping Hand by Felhesznelenev-LH

Lanterns by Werecake-Usagi

Kunoichi in Training by FictionCookie2

Cracked Open by melismatic-Casey Jones

On the Cusp Kybal Lutra (PockyKing)-Casey Jones

MOST TURTLE-TASTIC T-CEST –

Turtlesutra, by Hummerhouse

French Affair, by Caroaimezoe

Fan Pass by VenusTheMarvelTurtle

Universe Divergence: Focus on Leonardo, by Hummerhouse

The Team-Up by Squeakertons

Exclusive by Calandraa

The New Amendment by Caroaimezoe

Control by Squeakertons

HOTTEST HETERO –

I'd Try It by dubpubs

Universe Divergence: Focus on Leonardo, by Hummerhouse

The Dancer by SirenNightShade

Awakening by KameTerra

We are not allowed to by Caroaimezoe

100 Theme Challenge by RomaMarufixx

STEAMIEST SLASH-

Universe Divergence: Focus on Leonardo, by Hummerhouse

A Helping Hand by Felhesznelenev

Deep Blue, Need You Eyes by PrincessGemma12

Selfish by Caroaimezoe

A Quickly Growing Collection of Raph & Casey Shit by coffeeandcream

MOST TORRID TRIANGLE OR GROUP-

Does Machines by KcAnathema

Black and blue by Ravenshell-

French Affair, by Caroaimezoe

The One by Caroaimezoe

Warmer Weather butterballturkeyofficial

SPICIEST KINK OR FETISH –

Does Machines by KcAnathema

Experiment Neutralizer Orb, By Kc Anathema

UR Beautiful, by Caroaimezoe

Kissed By The Whip by Lisa_Frank

Universe Divergence: Focus on Leonardo, by Hummerhouse

Don't put your pantyhose in a twist by Caroaimezoe

BEST DUBIOUS CONSENT-NON CONSENTUAL-

The other side by Plastron

Other by VenusTheMarvelTurtle

Send Your Lifeboats Out For Me by Crowdog

Experiment Neutralizer Orb, By Kc Anathema

Compulsion by Squishyturtlefuckfics

Does Machines by KcAnathema

Fun with Cults by butterballturkeyofficial

Hazing by Squishyturtlefuckfics

Universe Divergence: Focus on Leonardo, by Hummerhouse

ART: A place to nominate different kinds of fan talents. Must be MATURE (everything implying tcest is considered Mature, so if the fic is mature, the art is), anything goes!

BEST FANFICTION ILLUSTRATION –

Michelangelo's Kink, Tension, by Neat Tea

Thoughts by Sherenelle

Dark Skies by Neat Tea

Don’t put your pantyhose in a twist, by NeatTea

I Know You Well, Felhesznelenev

Goldust-Don by Pjoart

Will He or Won't He by NeatTea

Walking in Daylight by Sherenelle

Chaperone by Elisamakesart

BEST FAN COMIC -

turtle tot at bedtime by safeblanket

The guilt you don't deserve by Churrinthenight

Inception by Squeakertons

Waking Dreams by CelticKitsune

Scoop chapter 8, p1, Scoop p.2 Scoop p. 3 by NeatTea

Instant Gratification by Squeakertons

French Affair p1, French Affair p2, by Neat Tea

Scared Together by Sherenelle

Congrats to our nominees!

#affa2019 #nominee #reading period #adultfanfictionawards

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31st · 3 years

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libra sun c*nc*r moon gemi rising ^_^

HM...marry

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girlsworlds · 3 years

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my friend is a pisces sun cancer moon gemi rising and she is the softest person i know

#i love her :(( she's so sweet and calming and attentive #she like NEVER looses her if it's not about her family #and she's the best friend over.#like idk today i left the discord call normally because i was down and she messaged me if im okay #*never looses her cool #anyway astrology is real and she's proof for that

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nivnq · 4 years

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i could hear the signs calling out from the bottom of the fire i’m like a torch flickering in the wind as the saying goes lost all my precious, rage ate me up endless forlornness has made me numb i'd rather rise from here, or should i hold on to my past ? they've burnt to ashes, faded to grey returned to the earth, yes it's meant to be uncertain flame of hope i found will you lead me back on the right track ?

#ando emo #huh spoilers.... kinda (?#😈😈😈#・｡* ㅤ ◜ㅤ 𝖉𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖚𝖒 ㅤ ╰ ㅤ 🌙 arbitrium ㅤ.#・｡* ㅤ ◜ㅤ 𝖉𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖚𝖒 ㅤ ╰ ㅤ 🌙 canta per me ㅤ.

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sillyshortstories · 4 years

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Saving Them (Chapter 1, Part 3)

Summary: After the brutal murder of her found family, Gemi loses years of her life to grief, leaving her remaining family member, Chaim, to suffer alone. Gemi is too late to save him from the spiraling path of hatred and revenge against the killer(s), but the Fates are on her side.

Start from the beginning

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If you've never been to physiotherapy, let me tell you; it's frustrating as hell.

The physiotherapist who makes the trip all the way to our house daily praises me greatly, like now with the, “You're regaining your strength much more quickly than I had anticipated!” But it doesn't feel like I'm doing enough.

Chaim, who was watching from the other side of the living room, but kept flinching forward to help whenever I looked like I was struggling, explained, “Well, it was only a period of about two weeks that Gemi had stopped moving completely.”

“Oh?” the physiotherapist looked at me, puzzled. Lady, I'm more confused than you. “I thought you said you were bedbound for years?”

“I was. Wasn't I?”

We both looked to Chaim. “Well, yeah, for the most part. But, you did get out of bed and walked around sometimes.”

“Really?” He nodded. As hard as I tried to comb through my memories, I couldn't recall anything but the horrific scene of my family, then waking up to 16 year old Chaim. “I don't remember that at all.”

Chaim somewhat deflated, his expression disapointed. “I figured. You were always out of it.”

“So, I wasn't in a coma?”

“What? No, not at all! You even talked to me sometimes, just... you were a lot more lifeless than you are now.”

It was weird, and uncomfortable, knowing he had memories of me I couldn't access myself. I want to replace those memories with better ones, full of joy and comfort.

As the weeks went on, and I regained my strength, I developed a routine in sync with Chaim's. He'd wake up earlier, and stay up and out for longer than I could, but we managed to eat all meals together. Though he was significantly more mature – too mature for his age -, he still resembled his younger self with a sweet tooth, and sweeter personality.

Even when he reeked of alcohol, affection poured out of him in the form of cuddles and communication. “I'm so glad you're alive,” was said far too often before he fell asleep.

Around two months after regaining consciousness, I met a friend of Chaim. A young man with gray hair and an awkward smile.

He purposefully avoided looking in my direction because of my glare, but the guard dog inside of my heart could do nothing further to intimidate him. Still, sweat formed on his brow the louder my thoughts aimed at him were; who the fuck are you?

“Ah, Gemi, you're awake!” Chaim exclaimed when he was moving aside to let the gray-haired man inside. “This is my friend Grayson. Grayson, this is my sister Gemi.”

I came out of hiding, from behind the wall that divided the bedrooms from the living room and kitchen, while Grayson awkwardly nodded in my direction.

“Are you going out? Isn't it already late?” I rubbed my eyes, and continued with the questions. “What time is it?”

Chaim scratched the back of his head. “We're just going out to a bar with some friends.”

My glare returned, and my arms crossed unconsciously. “Oh?”

“I- I won't be home too late, don't worry.”

“Mhm.” I uncrossed my arms, and sighed. It's better to have his trust by supporting him, than have him sneaking around and getting in trouble, feeling alone and scared. “Make sure you have your phone with you, and call me if your plans change, okay?”

“Ah!” he exclaimed, and ran towards the bedrooms. “I knew I was forgetting something. Give me a second, Grayson!”

Grayson was looking at me indirectly. Despite being a tower compared to my stature, he wafted off the meek energy of a little lamb, and I was an angry mama wolf.

“So you're the one giving Chaim alcohol,” I pointed my finger up at him, and he responded by putting his hands up to surrender.

He looked me in the eye. “N-no, I mean- yes, but by the time we started hanging out, he was already an alcoholic.”

I lowered my finger. “... He what?”

Grayson slowly lowered his hands, along with lowering his voice. “He... can't sleep without it. Not since...” I reprimanded myself internally. “I'd rather he get regulated alcohol in my presence than the alternative.”

“Yah,” I hugged myself loosely, suddenly being the one who couldn't look at the other directly.

Grayson opened his mouth to speak, but Chaim cut him off at the inhale of his breath. “Okay, now we can go.” Chaim quickly pulled me into a hug, and placed a kiss on top of my head. “I'll see you later. Get some sleep.”

When Chaim and Grayson retreated from the house, I announced, “Chaim? When you get home, can we talk? Even if it's late, wake me up, okay?”

Delicately, Chaim responded, “Yeah, of course.”

“And, um, Grayson?” I gave him a smile. “Thank you for being here for Chaim.” Grayson returned the smile, and headed with Chaim to his car. “Stay safe,” I said, even though they couldn't hear me. I watched them from the doorframe until the car left my line of vision; an old practice I could put into use again.

It's a strange feeling, being alone. Even when the others had lives outside of the house, there was at least someone here to keep me company.

At this time, Gorka and Bayar would be wrestling because Bayar sat on Gorka's couch with their outdoors clothes, which he claimed was transferring stranger germs from the bus to his face while he slept. Obi would storm out of our room with my pillow to throw at them, then yell at them to keep it down so he could focus on his homework.

I'd get Obi back for stealing my pillow by grabbing a lewd manga, and insinuate loudly that he was was actually reading smut instead of doing homework. Thus, sparking a fight between us, only to be saved by Tiho, who would announce dinner being ready. In an instant, it would be as is we never fought at all.

Tiho would save a big portion of rice for Chaim, and stay up with him at the table to hear about his day.

As a group, we were predictable enough that I could envision our night with ease. But now, those seven years together have been reduced to a memory. Reduced to a nightmare I couldn't wake up from, soaked in red.

I miss them.

I recalled fond memories with them as I moved throughout the house, brushing my hand along the wall, and stinging my own heart. I traced the height chart on the doorframe of Bayar and Tiho's bedroom. Last update was when Chaim was 12, and significantly shorter than the rest of us. I'm sure he's closer to Bayar's height now...

When I opened the door, I was confronted the colour of hatred; red.

When I opened their door, I was confronted the colour of hatred: red. It's funny, I've always hated that colour. It was overwhelming to see Bayar and Tiho's old room had been converted into a mess of red string and pin boards littered with paper.

“What the...”

I approached a clustered spot of string, and pulled it off the pins holding it altogether. Underneath was a punctured piece of paper with a list of names in pairs- none that I recognized. My eyes followed the strings around this one board to blurry pictured of people- very obviously taken at a distance, zoomed in as much as possible. I couldn't comprehend why Chaim would have all this information gathered, until I caught a familiar bloody image with the corner of my eye. My family.

I could feel the vomit rising in my throat, but I couldn't look away. They were crime scene photos, taken with flash. How did Chaim get these?

It wasn't just our family, it was dozens of photos of victims murdered in the same fashion; pierced with metal pipes by the front door. One had words written in blood on the wall behind the victims- Welcome Home.

I couldn't run out of there fast enough. Even when I tripped on my own feet, I pulled myself up and limped to the home phone to dial the only number I knew.

“Hello?”

“Chaim, wh-why do you- why is that- how long have you been-?” I couldn't get my thoughts sorted enough to form a proper sentence.

“Woah, Gemi, slow down. What's wrong?”

I stuttered in a panic, with the flashing images of family's mangled bodies haunting me once again. “Their room, why... why do you have all that stuff?”

Chaim sighed on the other end of the phone. “Shit, I didn't want you to find out about this like that.” In the background, I could hear him talking to someone else about bringing me somewhere. “Gemi? Grayson's going to pick you up in about 20 minutes, okay? I promise I'll explain everything, I just... I know you're anxious, just hold on, okay?”

“No, Chaim, come home. Please.”

He muttered on the other end, “We'd be down two people,” but didn't comment further.

“What?”

“Grayson is already on his way.”

I stewed in my own sense of doom and panic for what felt like an eternity. My mind couldn't release the image I had worked so hard to erase from my memory. Only now, Chaim was there too. I couldn't stop myself from lingering near the phone, desperate not to be alone. I called Chaim again and again to hear his voice, to have him reassure me that he was okay, and I'll be okay too. “I'm sorry for worrying you, Gemi,” he repeated every time before I let him go and hung up.

Though I had made an effort all these years, steering myself away from the allure of self-medicating, I was unable to deal with the stress. I dipped into our medicine cabinet with a trembling hand, and down all the bendryl I could get my hands on, for the slight sedative effects.

As I swallowed the last available pill, there was finally a knock on the door. I threw the door open, and skipped the pleasantries to run past Grayson and get into the passenger's seat of the car.

Grayson shut the front door before following me to the car. When he opened his side, I grumbled, “You couldn't bring him back early from drink for one night?”

He sat down, and started up the car while answering, “Well, we haven't gone out for drinks yet.”

“What? Then where the hell is Chaim?”

Grayson turned out of our subdivision, and onto the eerily empty main road. “He's at my house, with my roommates.”

“So why couldn't he come home, then?”

He hesitated with his answer, and sighed. “Because... he's trying to catch the killers.”

“What?” I didn't understand, and yet my heart painfully pounded inside of my ribcage, threatening to burst. “What do you mean he's 'trying to catch the killers'? What killers? You live with murderers?”

“No! Of course not! We're just... trying to set up a trap for the people who,” he took his eyes off the road for a moment to look at me with pity. “The people who murderer your family.”

The panic officially set in, the Bendryl wasn't strong enough. I started yelling incoherent sentences at Grayson between my hyperventilation.

He attempted to calm me with the wrong words. “IT's not like- it's just a theory! The trap probably wont ever work, we've been trying it out for two years now and have never been in danger!”

“Two years?!” I hit his shoulder with my fists, and the car slid in response to the unexpected attack. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! How could you put a child at risk like that?”

Grayson didn't raise his voice to match mine. “HE would've tried to do this on his own regardless.”

“Then you should be protecting him!”

“That's what I'm trying to do!” he shouted out, and then pulled the car off to the side of the road. “Gemi, I know you're concerned about him, I am too. But Chaim- he... he can't move on from what happened. We're trying to help him, but what are we suppose to do when he' stuck on revenge like this?”

I hugged myself as I felt the vomit rise in my throat, as my tears were pulled down by gravity. “You can't let him walk into danger like this... He's all I have left,” I sobbed.

Grayson looked at me with a pained expression, and reached out to comfort me, but I flinched away from his touch. He recoiled, an hesitantly put the car back into motion. We stayed in a relative silence, Grayson occasionally glancing at me while I sniffled, and resisted the urge to wipe my snot all over the dashboard of his car.

When we finally arrive to the medium-sized estate, with a manicured lawn, I leapt out of the car, ready to drag Chaim home whether he would resent me or not. Grayson wasn't too far behind me wen I reached the door, and soaked in the strong scent reminiscent of a public bathroom. I was ready to judge his hygiene practices until I noticed the unlocked door.

I froze in my tracks.

Grayson told me I could go in, but I was too afraid. He was confused and reached for the doorknob, until he realized it was improperly shut too. He shakily pushed the door open, and there is was. The same colour fro my worst nightmare.

My knees buckled before giving out, smashing against the tiled floor. The pain felt like electricity up my legs and back, but the adrenaline drowned it out along with the sound of Grayson retching behind me.

“Chaim?” I called out, but how could he respond with a pipe pierced through his neck?

“How did this happen? This wasn't suppose to happen,” Grayson said to himself, with tears spilling from his eyes. He shakily typed 911 into his phone, before describing the horror before us. His voice broke as he said, “I think all four of them are dead.”

Dead? No, Chaim can't be dead. I crawled towards his cold body in a pool of blood. “Wake up, Chaim,” I pleaded. I gently held his face, but his jaw fell open as if he had no muscles to hold it together anymore. “No,” I whispered. “No! No! Chaim, no! Not you!” My throat burned from misuse, and my voice kept cracking. “Please, Chaim! You can't die!”

Grayson fell down and dissolved into tears. “I'm so sorry,” Grayson told me on repeat, before I began gasping for air, as the last bit of life in me began to fade away.

Now, I know I'm treasured by the fates. Because when I opened my eyes, Chaim was alive.

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#ch.1.3 #ch.1 #gore #blood #death #saving them

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