The Misfits

I woke early to the sounds and smell of food traveling upstairs from the kitchen. The bed beside me was cold, Harry had migrated to the floor around 4am incase his parents poked their heads in. Us sneaking around made me feel like we were little rebellious teenagers once again.

I rolled out of bed quietly as not to wake Harry and began tiptoeing around his room. Pictures of Harry and his family, Harry and a dog, Harry with his old friends leaped out at me. It was strange. I just kept looking at that wide eyed-dimpled boy wondering if he knew all that he would accomplish within the next few years.

Harry let out a loud snore and shifted in his blankets. I had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing. I lay down on the floor next to him, draped his arm around my waist and snuggled into his warm body.

“Wake up sleepy.” I whispered. I gently pushed his long hair away from his face and admired the sleeping beauty. Harry let out a small groan and then pulled me closer.

“Harold – ah!” Harry had rolled us over so I was now pinned beneath him. He pulled me into a deep kiss before resting his head on my shoulder.

“Harry…” I laughed. “Harry get off I can’t breathe!”

“Nope.” He smiled before pecking my nose. He leaned a bit more on his shoulder as to not suffocate me, but still had me trapped. “You’re mine now.”

“I’ve always been yours.”

“Let’s just stay here for the rest of our lives.”

I let out a laugh and pushed his hair out of his face once again. Those green eyes were boring into mine and making me melt. I wish I could stay here with him forever, but suddenly all my responsibilities came flooding into mind.

“What about your fans?” I asked, gently tracing his bird tattoos. They looked like they were singing to each other and for a moment I wondered what they were saying.

“Hmm…well maybe I’ll just take you with me,” He smiled. “You’d probably fit in my suitcase right?”

“Harry!” I cried out, smacking his shoulder gently and he let out a laugh.

“What? I think it’s a good idea. You can paint all the cities we travel to and whenever we want we can sneak into the hotel and—”

“Ha! You little sneak. That’s what it’s really all about isn’t it?” I pinched his side and he let out a yelp. Then he pulled me into another deep kiss. “Can we stop talking as if you’re leaving tomorrow please? You don’t have tour again for another month.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll stop.” He rested his forehead against mine. “But seriously though you should consider it.”

“Harry!”

“What? I’m just saying.” I rolled my eyes and gave him another kiss before wiggling out from under him. He turned to frown at me. “Where are you going?”

As if in answer to his question my stomach let out a low grumble. We both burst out laughing. “Come on, aren’t you hungry?”

“I’ll be down in a minute babe.” Harry reached over and grabbed his phone, lazily scrolling through his newsfeed. I shrugged my shoulders and snuck out the door.

"Careful Rob! You'll burn the bacon!" Anne's voice wrung thought the house. I wandered down to the doorway to see Anne and Robin rummaging around the kitchen. I watched for a moment as they playfully bumped into each other and smacked the others hand away when they interfered.

Harry had talked of marriage, jokingly of course, but each time I thought about it I became less opposed to the idea.

"Harry, you gonna take that bacon off or were you going to let it burn?" I ask, playfully bumping his him as I walked by. He’s shirtless as usual, his tattoos decorating his body as his sweats hung low on his hips. His hair is shorter but completely ruffled from the night before.

"You know what love, why don't concentrate on cutting that fruit instead of critiquing me?" His familiar dimples appeared as he broke into a smirk.

"Ooh someone's sassy this morning," I tease.

"I'm bringing sassy back..." Harry sings to the tune of SexyBack by JT. “Them other fuckers don’t know how to act…”

I burst out laughing as three little children, all with Harry's dark curly locks, run through the kitchen.

"Oh! Good morning Thalia!" I'm snapped out of my thoughts by Anne. "I didn't see you over there! How did you sleep?"

"Wonderfully," I smiled, shaking the visions from my head. I needed to get a grip. Harry and I haven’t even known each other for half a year for crying out loud. What happened to the girl who was scared of commitment?

"Good! Come and have some breakfast," she smiled before placing a large platter of food in front of me. I dug in hungrily.

“Thank you so much for everything,” I said gratefully. “I know we didn’t give you much of a heads up.”

“Don’t worry honey, after all these years I’ve gotten used to it.”

“Last time he showed up at midnight with nothing but a duffle bag,” chuckled Robin. “Practically collapsed in the doorway from exhaustion having just finished tour.”

I giggled at Robin’s story. I knew he wasn’t Harry’s real dad, but he talked of him just as fondly. The three of us continued talking for another half hour or so. I couldn’t help but find myself jealous of his life here. Well, his old life. How the hell could he give this up?

"Good morning," a sleepy Gemma said as she stumbled into the kitchen. She let out a yawn and scratched her head, reminding me once more of Maeve. Gemma took a seat next to me as my phone buzzed.

From Mae my Lover: have you been on social media today?
Speak of the devil. I frowned at her text, wondering what she meant.
To Mae my Lover: negative
From Mae my Lover: don't go on. They're starting rumors...I'm gonna kill them.
To Mae my Lover: killing is bad
From Mae my Lover: don’t care. talk shit get hit
To Mae my Lover: STOP. How will I survive if you go to prison?
From Mae My Lover: you can come too. It'd be like Orange is the New Black irl

I let out a laugh and set my phone down, tuning out the buzzes from Maeve. I had forgotten about the fans until she brought them up. I knew she was worried about me just as Harry was. Heck even my father called me yesterday to make sure I was okay. I know anyone connected with the boys got some amount of hate from the fans but how bad could it be really?

“So when do you go back to school Thalia?" Anne asked, now eating from her own plate. She looked at me curiously and I swallowed another bite of delicious pancake before answering.

"Not until a week after New Years."

"Harry tells us you're a painter," quizzed Robin.

I let out a laugh. "That’s a lie. I took a painting class this term but I'm no painter. I like photorealistic drawing."

"Stop being modest." We turned to see a bed headed Harry yawning in the doorway. "You're an amazing painter."

"You have to say that," I replied, rolling my eyes.

"Doesn't mean it's not true," he wandered in and took a plate from his mother before kissing her cheek. "She's the next Michelangelo."

His family let out laughs as he shot me a devilish smirk. I gave him a glare in response.

"Why do you think I bought them?" Harry asked.

I stared at him for a moment. "You bought them?"

"Well half of them. Pauley took the rest," he shrugged. For some reason this made me even angrier.

"So how can you say I'm some great artist when the only people buying my painters are my dad and my boyfriend?" I quizzed, attempting to check my tone. Robin burst out laughing.

"Careful Harry...you're treading in deep water here," he chuckled.

"Other people wanted them too! There was a list this long!" cried Harry, holding his hands about a foot apart. "I just outbid them that's all."

I rolled my eyes before he gently kissed my temple. I cannot believe he did that. And the worst part of it was that he couldn’t even see how it hurtful it had been, not to mention detrimental that was to my career.

"Well Thalia, you'll have to draw something for us one of these days," smiled Anne, taking my attention away from Harry for the second time this morning.

"Deal."

Anne beamed and I felt my anger at Harry diminishing. She took our empty plates and danced over to the sink, causing us all to laugh.

"All right kiddos," she said and she turned on the water. "What do you want to do on your last day in lovely little Holmes Chapel?"

-

"Alright do you have everything?" Anne asked.

"We didn't bring anything," Harry laughed.

It was nearly three in the afternoon and we were getting ready to head back to London. Both Anne and Gemma had begged us to stay another night but it was the holiday season which meant that all the kids would be home terrorizing my sisters.

"Harry did you get your phone charger?" I asked as I threw my hair up in a bun. "It was on your nightstand."

"Yeah I got it. Do you have your phone and stuff?" He asked. But I was no longer paying attention. I had passed by the open window and what I had seen made me freeze. "Thalia?"

"H-Harry," I stuttered. The entire family stopped to look as well.

"Damn," Harry cursed. Outside were a dozen paparazzi and twice as many fans. They were surrounding the house, pressing against the front gate.

"How are we going to get out?" I said after a moment.

"I'll go out and talk to them while you get in the car," replied Harry. Anne and I shared a glance and realized she was thinking the same as I.

"Harry if you go out there they're gonna freak," I protested. “We should wait for it to die down.”

"If we wait the crowd will only grow larger. Relax Thal it'll be fine." He gave me a reassuring kiss before giving his family one last hug and slowly strolling out the front door. He looked so relaxed, as if he were going on a stroll in the park rather than meeting a swarming group of teenagers.

“This is not a good plan,” I mumbled to myself.

"Take good care of him will you?" Anne asked as she rolled her eyes and pulled me into a hug. "And you'll have to come and visit before your classes start again."

"I will." I gave Anne a tight hug before turning to Gemma.

"Maybe I'll come visit sometime in London?"

"Yes! Please do!" I beamed. "We can make Harold mad with jealousy."

"Sounds wonderful!" She pulled me in for a bear hug, nearly toppling us over in the process. And after giving Robin a hug as well I headed out the front door.

It's a strange feeling walking towards a group of screaming fans. It was especially strange knowing that half of them hated simply because I fell in love.

I heard a few of them call my name as I opened the car door and threw my things in the back. I turned to see the girls practically hanging on the fence as they tried to gain my attention.

"Carful of that fence there," I called out to the girls. "It might fall."

"Thalia! Thalia! Can I get a picture with you?"

I blinked in response.

"Thalia! How does it feel to be the most hated girl in the world?" Asked a paparazzi, while another called, "give him a kiss would ya!"

"Thalia get in the car," Harry replied sternly. I bit back my smart-ass reply to those low level creeps as Harry said goodbye to the fans.

"Are you okay?" He asked as soon as he climbed in the drivers seat.

"Yeah," I lied. "Are you going to be able to get out?"

Robin had come out to help wrangle some of the fans away from the car as we slowly began to move. I was terrified Harry was going to hit one.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Harry asked again.

"Harry I'm fine. Please just focus on driving."

"You are not fine stop lying," he snapped back. "You know I hate-SHIT!"

I let out a scream as a fan jumped on the back of his car. Seconds later fans were thumping so hard on the windows I thought they might break. They were surrounding us and if we didn’t get out of here now we would be stuck in a teenage mob pit.

“Oh my god!” I cried out. “Harry what do we do?”

“Hang on,” he growled.

The next minute seemed to happen in slow motion.

Harry accelerated slightly to loose the girl on the back of his car. As soon as she was gone he sped up once more to break free from the crowd. But his eyes were on the mirror rather than the window in front of him. I saw it coming before he did and I barely had time to grab hold of him before-

BAM!

Notes

muah ha ha ha
Bet you didn't see that coming
You all seemed like you needed a bit more excitement in your lives.

So what happened?
What do you want to happen next?
Do you think Harry and Thalia will be alright?

Tell me your thoughts!