The Lost Boy [ A Larry Stylinson/Peter Pan AU ]

The rest of that day had consisted of me trying to find way to avoid leaving my chambers.
I had spent a good two hours in my room unpacking my stuff, and organizing it to make myself feel more at home, even though I would've rather thrown my aching body out the window. I hated here so much, and I hadn't even been there twenty-four hours.
Eventually though I was called down to attend dinner where only Aunt Fay was present, and Rosie who was serving the meal. I had to admit though I liked Rosie.
She was the only one here who made me feel like I was welcomed, and her presence's had some sort of calming effect on me. As for Fay she wasn't much of talker it seemed, for she hardly acknowledge my existent's at the meal.
The only time she spoke was to yell at Rosie to hurry up with serving the meal. I couldn't understand for the life of me why Rosie would work for such a woman, she must be paid well to stick around.
Once the meal was finished I asked quietly to be excused, which I was, and I retired back to my room.
The room wasn't all that bad, it was definately bigger then the last one I had accupied, but I would trade anything to sleep in my old bed with my sister across the hall from me, and parents on my left.
I would've probably let my thoughts stay in those dreadful places if Rosie hadn't popped her head in the room with a present.
The present had been a fairytale book she told me she snatched from Corrin's library where he went to drink during the day. I had excepted the present gratefully, because just by looking at it I could tell there were things in there I hadn't read.
The present was a blessing in a way, because stories comforted me, and brought my empty mind somewhere else other then pain.
She also had brought me a cookie from the kitchen saying I had scampered before she could give me desert, and I excepted that gift as well, but ended up tossing half of it in my waist basket for I didnt have much of an appetite.
My lamp above my bed burned for a long time that night, it's dancing light making shaows on the wall that seemed to match he scenery in the current fair tale I was reading about a princess who was lost in a forest, and being chased by all sort of awful things.
I never could understand why I loved fairytales so much, I just always found fasination in the whole damsel in distress concept.
At some point in my life I'd crave to be the prince, but now my days of saving Gemma's doll's from my toy dragon's seemed grey to me for I was the one in distress right now, and needed someone to rescue me.
I highly doubted princess' could climb towers though.
At some point in the night I fell asleep in the middle of one of my stories, the book resting on my chest, and slipped into a dream world of all kinds of unrealistic things. If only I had an island to escape to.
The next morning I woke up to Rosie turning off my lap, and we both startled each other when I jerked awake. Once we had recovered from our surprise she informed me she was leaving for the stores in an hour, and it was time for breakfest.
Now in my current time I was standing behind her as she held up an assortment of different colored apples to get my opinion. "What about these green one's?" She asked, holding up a gleaming green apple, and I shook my head as I brushed some hair off my forehead.
"No. To sour." I informed, and she nodded in agreeement. Before she had taken me to the food store she had shown me some of the candy shops, book stores, clothes store, and cafe's for my own leisure.
She even took me to an employment office to see if there were any jobs calling for a sixteen year old, which there was, but I decided I didn't want to work in a lumber feild in the freezing rain ridden weather.
Also I didn't feel like breaking my back at a hard job, and giving my money to Aunt Fay. If I got a job it would indefinately be a secret one.
"Oh your that kind of lad." She teased, putting in back then holding up a giant red apple. "How about these?" She asked, and I finally nodded with approval. "Yeah, I like those." I said, and she sighed with relief that I had made a choice, and began to put them in her basket.
"So what do you think of this side of London son?" She asked, and I shrugged. "It's small, and some of the people look like they want to shoot me." I admitted, and she laughed.
"It's not to bad here. A little poor of an area, but no worries. Your a nice kid, and perhaps staying in a non-glamorous background will keep you that way." She said, gesturing to a boy about my age who was arguing with one of the store tenders who was looking a bit feverish.
"Do all rich people become snobby?" I asked, and she shrugged. "Depends. Most wealthy people I know that have power think the world owe's them something." She said, then moving onto the vegatable section.
"Why are they like that?" I asked, feeling an emotional connection to those words. "Because they have money. Money is a great thing, but can be used in the wrong way." She said, picking up a potato, and smelling it prior to putting it in her basket.
"Does Uncle Corrin, and Aunt Fay use their's in the wrong way?" I inquired, and she nodded.
"In some ways, yes. The way Corrin waste's good money on alcohal is sinful, and Fay shouldn't be buy the same outfit in give different colors." She said, wrinkling her nose at the thought, and I laughed but felt a litle pang.
I guess my alcoholic assumption about Corrin was right.
"How did they get rich?" I asked, deciding to keep this question game going since I liked Rosie's answers. "Bought a good stock or something. I'm not sure." She sighed, then turning to face me.
"Well I'm done here, why don't we pay for this junk and go check out your new school? We do have to pick up your uniform." She said, and it was my turn to scrunch my nose. "Uniform? Gross." I grumbled, making her laugh as we began to walk up to the counter.
"Their not to bad, and anyways you should be grateful. Fay and Corrin selected a nice prep school for you to go to by your Grandmother's request." She informed, and I felt my heart ache.
I wanted more then anything to be with my Grandmother right now, she was the one relative I felt comfort with, but no I had to be left out in the dust with a drunk, and pretty pampered priss. "How do you know all this?" I asked softly, and she gave me a sly smile.
"The Master and Mistress have a tendency to talk very loud." She informed, placing her basket on the counter, and I chuckled.
That was something I use to do all the time to my parents, I'd eve's drop on their conversations, and arguments, and because I did this I always had more knowledge of things then Gemma.
"Is this all Mam'?" The cashier asked, pulling out the various items to ring them up. "Yes sonny, this is all." She said, leaning against the counter as she rested a hand on her hip, and I lingered behind her with my hands in my pockets as I pursed my lips in a moment of silence.
A moment that was shortly interupted by someone tapping on my shoulder, and I turned to look at the boy who had been arguing with the feverish store tender.
"Hey, aren't you Fay and Corrin's new kid?" He asked, folding his arms over my chest, and I felt a surge of surprise.
I hadn't been expecting him to come up to me, let alone state the name of my aunt and uncle.
He wasn't much to look at though I'll tell you that. He had black hair that was slicked back with to much hair gel, mischievous blue eyes, was skinny, and towered over me by a couple of inches which led me to believe he was five nine since I was five seven.
Actually the longer I looked at him the better his looks were.
"Um- yeah. How did you know that?" I asked, biting my lip softly as a smirk appeared on his face. "Rich people always know other rich people's buisness." He informed, and I nodded slightly begining to feel a bit uncomfortable.
I didn't like the way he was looking at me, it was very similiar to a snake. In my gut I could tell he was trouble even though his actions didn't appear threatening.
"Oh." I simply muttered, turning back to Rosie who was helping the clerk weigh some of the fruit, but the boy merely moved to my side as he fixed the collar of his shirt.
"What's your name?" He asked, the question seeming a bit more of a demand, but I didn't hesitate to answer.
"Harold, but everyone calls me Harry." I said softly, and he scoffed.
"I'll call you Harold, that's more proper." He said.
At that I turned to look at him with the annoyance clear on my face. I hated to be called Harold, it annoyed the hell out of me. It wasn't that I didn't like my name, it was just I prefered to be called Harry.
"I would prefer Harry." I said, keeping my tone calm, but I'm sure he could see the tensed muscles in my features. "Very well then. Harry." He responded with distaste as he gave me a once over then shook his head.
"Your not rich material." He informed curtly, licking his lips before disappearing as Rosie paid for the groceries.
There were many things I could've said in response to him, many things I couldn't done to inflict pain on that smart mouth of his, but I kept my peace because I was a lover not a fighter as my mum had put it once.
Also I knew he was right. I had spent my whole life living a middle class life, that was pretty much poor, I would never adjust to being rich in my aunt and uncle's presence's.
"Alright sonny, we're ready to go." Rosie announced, turning back to me with the groceries on her arm, and I sighed with a nod. Instantly she caught onto my uneased disposition, and folded her arms over her chest.
"I saw you talking to that kid from the corner of my eye, he isn't causing any problems is he?" She asked, and I shook my head quickly. "No. He was just being annoying." I informed, and she raised an eyebrow but pushed on the subject no further.
There was really no reason to tell Rosie what he said, because there wasn't much she could do. Gosh I wish I was Cinderella then my fairy Godmother could get me out of this hell.
"Where to now?" I asked, deciding to change the topic as we walked out of the store, and she bit her lip.
"To the school to pick up your uniform, then back home for dinner." She said, ruffling my hair, and I sighed softly.
I wasn't looking forward to going home where my aunt and uncle were.
I wanted this day to go on forever so I could have some freedom, but until I was eighteen I was a prisoner in this damnation.
"Is it a long walk?" I asked, for everything was so close to the house Rosie had decided we should walk so I could become more familiar with my surroundings.
"Not unless we take a short cut past the destruction sight." Rosie said, guiding me through crowds of people, mostly folks who were getting out of church. "What's that?" I asked, believing it to be a place where people destroyed things.
"It's an old bomb sight from World War II. One of the only one's that never got cleaned up, because there was to much demolition." She said, turning left so we were back on the sidewalk, and I frowned even though my insides jumped with excitement.
I would love to go check that place out, it sound thrilling.
"How is that a short cut?" I asked, finding it hard to believe that walking through a battle ground of destroyed building was quicker then walking down a side walk.
"There's a path that leads past there, we just need to go down this way, and turn right. We should be at the school any moment." Rosie informed, turning right as she did and I followed behind like a puppy.
"Do people go in there? Into the destruction sight?" I asked, and she shook her head quickly.
"Not since the accident a couple of boys had back there a couple of years ago. The lot of them went exploring, and one of the buildings collapsed right on them. Their bodies were found a week later by a man and his loose dog." She informed, and I shuddered not being able to imagine finding a smashed up body.
"Did they have to dig the bodies out of there?" I asked, and she nodded. ''As many as they could with out making anymore." She confirmed, then turning out of the alleyway and I got my first glipse at the most breath taking image I ever saw.
I think destruction zone was an understatement for this place, because it looked like something out of hell.
There were buildings that had fallen to ground, buildings half fallen down, so much debris everywhere it would take hours to get through ten foot of it, and the place was littered with papers, flipped over cars, and smashed mail boxes.
All kinds of crud.
The path Rosie had been talking about was a gravel one that went straight past what seemed to be miles of it. "Pretty exotic huh?" She asked, nudging me to start walking on the path as my eyes bulged, and jaw stayed open.
"It's unbelieveable that a bomb did all this." I gaped, finding it stunning that a ball of exploading metal could do so much damage in such vast proportions. "It was very tragic." Rosie tisked, shaking her head sadly as our feet crunched on the path.
"Did anyone survive?" I asked, finding it highly unlikely.
"Very few. This use to be a fine side of London, many wealthy people lived here, bankers and such." She sighed, glancing at the destruction zone that back ahead as I kept my eyes set to it. I couldn't believe what I was staring at.
It was unbelievable.
"That's so sad." I whispered, imagining this place to once have been a ravishing city, full of children, and hard working adults who hadn't known their fate until it was to late. The sound of a whistle being their last memory.
It actually made me feel a little sick. Was that how my parents felt before the trains smashed into each other? Did they not know their fate until it was to late to say their prayers?
''Old rumor has it that the real Wendy Darling's house was among the one's destroyed." Rosie's voice then said, making me snap my attention back to her as I walked a little faster to catch up with her.
"Like the one from Peter Pan?" I asked, and she nodded. "Yes. That one. Rumor had it her and her children perished when the bomb hit." She informed, and I couldn't help but scoff.
What a terrible rumor to make up about a fictional character that many children adored.
There was no such thing as Wendy Darling or Peter Pan. I had grown up with those stories by the hand of my Grandmother Jane, and mum but stopped believing them by the time I was thirteen.
"That's a terrible thing to say." I stated, and Rosie nodded in agreement as the scenery of the fallen city began to disappear behind us, and a new section of town where I supposed my new school was appeared.

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