Harry's P.O.V

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. As I look into the concerned brown eyes across from me, I can't help but feel like absolute shit. I feel like all blood has been drained from my body, leaving me a complete mess. The longer I look into her wide eyes, the more tempted I am to make something up. I almost persuade myself to tell a lie, but I know that it'll just get me into more shit and it's better for her to hear this from me, than to hear it from her sister.

"Emma," My voice is shaking and I almost don't recognize it as my own. I feel fucking pathetic but I swear to God if I lose her because of this, I don't know what the fuck I'll do. The room is filled with silence and I can tell she's waiting for me to continue.

"Harry, what's going on?" Her voice is small and I want nothing more than to pull her into my lap and never let her go.

I've just got to man up and tell her before I end up making this worse by lying to her. I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping it'll make this night go the fuck away. I can't bare to look into her eyes, I don't want to see how she'll react, I don't want to see the hurt I've put her through.


Emma's P.O.V

I watch as he squeezes his eyes shut, his hands reaching out to grab ahold of mine. Every single worse scenario I can think of is running through my head the longer he takes to answer me. The minute I think of Abbey and Harry, I attempt to put the puzzled pieces together.

"Harry," I choke. "Did you cheat on me?" I ask, not wanting to hear the answer. He wouldn't do that, especially with my own sister. Would he?

"What?" His voice slightly raises. "No, fuck no." He spits. "I would never do that Emma, not to you." His words are fast, opposite from how they usually are. "I know how that feels and it fucking sucks."

Flashbacks from when Harry told me about how he walked in on his girlfriend with another guy fill my head. I don't know how Harry did it, I know I'd never be able to survive after seeing that with my own eyes.

"Emma, you need to know this happened years ago," His green eyes finally open, showing nothing but sadness and fear. "Before I ever even knew who you were." I nod my head, waiting for him to elaborate.

"When I first moved here, when I was a freshman," He pauses, his eyes locked on my own. "You know how I snogged pretty much anyone to get over Madison?" He questions and I can't help but flinch. I remember Harry telling me this, but the thoughts of him touching other girls makes me nearly vomit. I nod my head, scared to hear my own voice.

"Well, I was at some party one night and well," His grip on my hands tighten. "Fuck," He groans. "I didn't know who she was at the time," His voice is strained. "But I hooked up with your sister."

I watch as his eyes frantically search mine, desperate for me to say something. His words repeat over and over in my head and I can feel my stomach turn in such an awful way. Abbey and Harry. Harry and Abbey.

"Emma, please say something," He begs. "We never had sex, if that's what you're thinking." His chest is rising and falling quick, his knuckles turning white from holding onto mine so tight.

"What did you two do?" I ask. The look on Harry's face turns into discomfort, but he nods his head slightly and opens his mouth.

"She err," His one hand leaves mine to run through his unruly hair. "She gave me head?"

I nod, the image of my own sister hooking up with the first boy I've ever fallen in love with, won't leave my head. "And you?"

"I never did anything to her," He breathes out. "We were both drunk, I was trying to get over my break up and she," He looks utterly lost. "Well, come on, she did get around."

As much as I wish I could disagree, he was right. Abbey was wild in high school, nobody ever believed we were related. All she did was party. I'd hear stories about her, but I'd never want to actually believe them.

"I'm not mad at you, Harry." I finally say. His eyebrows raise up in surprise and his entire face lights up. The heaving of his chest slows down and a small smile plays on the corner of his chewed lips.

"You aren't?" He asks, a smile now lighting up his entire face.

"It happened years ago Harry, before we even knew each other." I pause. "Yeah it sucks to imagine, but-"

"Don't imagine it." He cuts me off, his brows furrowing together. I nod my head, sensing his discomfort.

"I'm not mad, but I am mad that you kept it from me this entire time." I state, watching a frown form on his plump lips. He gives me a small nod, knowing that I'm right.

"I know I have no excuses, I just didn't know how I would bring something like that up," The corners of his lips turn up. "It's not something you would want to hear." A small chuckle leaves his lips and I can't help but smile.

"So you never did see your Mom, did you?" I ask, now aware that he had probably left yesterday morning because of Abbey, not because he had to see his mother. I watch as his eyes dart down to his lap, his curls falling onto his forehead as he shakes his head.

"No," He frowns, a long string of silence filling the room. A sigh falls from his lips, before he connects his eyes with mine. "I'm ready to tell you."

"What?" I question.

"I'm ready to tell you," He repeats. "About my Mum." A small smile forms on his plump lips as his arms wrap around my waist, pulling my body onto his lap. I didn't know what to say, so I just gave him a small nod. Harry finally opening up to me means more than he will ever know.

"Her name's Anne, she was a great mum really," He smiles. "Always so happy and full of life, loved Gem and I with everything." He pauses. "My dad left us when I was young and I could never understand how somebody could leave such an amazing woman." A small frown forms on the corners of his lips. "When Gem went missing, she gave up so quickly and I hated her for that." I watch as every trace of his smile quickly fades. "I hated her for making us move, how could she just give up so easily?" He questions, as if he's still wondering this same question, years later.

"She started to see a new man, and he treated her like absolute shit." His grip around me tightens, his arms slightly shaking. "No matter how much I begged her to leave him, she wouldn't listen to me, she stayed with a man who beat her to a pulp and had her any way he desired." His face was twisted with disgust. "I was young, but I still knew what he was doing was wrong, so once I finally grew older and things were more clear, I left." His voice cracked, but his eyes showed no trace of tears.

"I'm a fucking idiot for leaving, maybe she never listened to me, but leaving her with him most likely did her no good." I watch as his frown deepens, his one hand leaving my waist.

"I try, I really do, but every time I force myself to reach out to her again, I can't." He shakes his head, his slim fingers playing with his bottom lip, a nervous habit of his.

"Harry," I sigh, completely lost in everything he just told me.

"I'm sorry, I completely made this about me when it was about you," His bright eyes quickly dart to mine. "Fuck." He groans, letting his back fall to the bed.

"No," I murmur, placing each of my thighs around his hips, laying my chest flat onto his. "Please don't be sorry, that meant more than you'll ever know, Harry." I sooth.

His hand finds it's way to my hair, gently combing through the small knots. I close my eyes, the sound of his heartbeat bringing a smile to my lips. It's insane how much one person can bring such happiness into your life. I always find myself thinking how different my life would be without Harry. My life was fine before I met him, so you'd think it would be the same if he ever left, but I know that it wouldn't be fine. I wouldn't be fine, I'd be broken.

"I love you, Em." He mumbles, the name causing a new cage of butterflies to escape inside my stomach. He's never called me that before.

I smile as I decide that this is one of my favourite moments I've ever shared with him. "And I love you," I feel my smile widen once I lift my head to see the most genuine, cheeky smile plastered on the beautiful green eyed boy below me.

"Do you still want to talk about it?" I ask, worried that I'll ruin the moment. I watch as his smile slightly fades, before his head slowly shakes.

"Do you want me to distract you?" I raise a brow, my fingers lightly tracing the black ink of his collarbones. His smile returns, his dimples prominent in each cheek, causing my heart to pick up in speed.

His hand leaves my hair, trailing down my neck before pulling my lips onto his. "Fuck yeah," He smirks, his mouth warm and inviting against mine. His other arm trails down my side, and all I can think about is how helplessly in love I am, with this beautifully broken boy.

Notes

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