Things He'd Never Tell Me

redemption
Line breaks: re|demp|tionPronunciation: /rɪˈdɛm(p)ʃ(ə)n


2The action of regaining or gaining possession of something in exchange for payment, or clearing a debt
ARCHAIC The action of buying one’s freedom




-Calvin-


I don't get it. The man she's laying with has done nothing but ruin her life, however, last night when me and our sisters headed to the living room to wish her a good night, we saw her laughing with him, smiling at him and... getting emotionally closer.

She lies with a killer, who's bloddy hands have ruined peoples lifes, however, she doesn't seem to care. I wonder what went through her mind. If she saw in him something worth her time, her thoughts, her laugh, and worth a place in her heart.

This man that jumped into the picture out of nowhere onto our lives. He, in some sick and twisted way, bought my sister's freedom in order to free my father from paying him his services. His still unknown services.


I was about to leave her room when Rachel appeared behind me.


"Shouldn't you be getting ready?"- She asked me, compelitely oblivious to the man holdiing our sister inside the bedroom.
"For what?"
"Have you forgotten? We're all going to the cinema today, before London's party."


Right, I almost forgot that. I'm sure that London did.


"Is London ready?"
"Still sleeping."


Rachel came closer to the door and simply sighed.

"I'll wake them up. Go get dressed."

"Sure."


I looked one last time at my sister's sleeping figure, before leaving Rachel to acomplish her mission.







-London-


I tried to move, but failed. There was something keeping me still. Or someone.

"wake up."


I opened my eyes, and met Rachel. She was by my side, already dressed, combed and with her make up done.


"What time is it?"- I asked before letting out a small, quite yawn. Harry's grip grew stronger.


"11 am."- She said with a small smile.

I rubbed my eyes, And thought of what I had to do today. Okay, first, cinema at one, lunch at around two and a half, get dressed, leave for the birthday party at seven.

I TRIED to get out of Harry's grip. However, he wouldn't buldge.


"Thanks for waking me Rachel. I'll wake him up."- I said still a little bit sleepy.

"OK."


She got up, playfully threw me a pillow and left my room.



I ended up spending ten minutes trying to wake him up before I gave up and decided to wake him later. Thankfully, during my wake up frenz, he let go of me.

I had my shower, straighned my hair and got dressed, before someone came knocking at my door. I opened it and Louis stood there holding a pile of clothes.


"Good morning, Louis."
"Good morning London. These are for Harry. He'll need them when he wakes up."


I took them in my hands. - "Thank you. is everyone up by now?"
"Yes."


I breathed out and nodded. He saluted me goodbye and left. I closed the door and walked inside.


"What did Lou want?"

Harry asked startling me. But damn. What a voice.

"Jesus."- I muttered under my breath. -" He brought you clothes. Good morning by the way."

I left the clothes at the end of the bed. He turned to face me, with a sleepy smile, before he forced his legs outside the bed and got up.

"Good morning, love."- He said before planting a wet and messy kiss on my cheek. He grabbed the clothes and left towards the bathroom.

"I'll be downstairs, preparing breakfast."- I anounced, my voice getting louder.
"Thank you!"- were his last words before the shower could be heard and his voive mufled.

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