11:11 // H.S
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I felt the smoke fill up my lungs as I took a long drag from the cigarette. I passed it to my friend Niall as we sat on my roof getting away from life for just a few minutes. Everything always seemed so peaceful from up here. No one wanted anything from me. I was alone in my own thoughts and it felt great. I finally had space to think and Niall was the only one who truly understood me. I consider him my brother.
"Harry?" I turned to face him and his attention was drawn towards the sky passing me the cigarette that he held in his hand waiting for me to grab it.
"What's up mate?" I took the cigarette taking a drag and blew it out, the smoke covering my sight for a few seconds before vanishing into thin air.
"Do you ever just want to get away from this place?" I looked at him before putting out the cigarette and lying back on the roof by his side.
"Yes. I feel if we were to leave we can start over. Start fresh. We can walk around and people won't be afraid of us, people would actually talk to us and know that we are good people."
"You sound like a sap" a low chuckle escaped my lips as he spoke those words. A grin made it's way to my lips. I do sound like a sap. But I really want to get out of here. I hate England. I hate everyone here. I just want to find my ticket out. Hopefully I will. My thoughts were interrupted as I heard a female's voice call my name. I sat up looking down at the gravel. My mother stood with her hands on her hips a scowl placed on her face. Great, what did I do now?
"What" my voice a little harsher than I intended it to be. But I don't care, I hate when people interrupt me from my thoughts.
"We need to talk, now. Niall please go home I would like to have a word with my son privately." She looked at me and left walking up to the house.
"I'll see you later mate." Niall stood up from his spot on the roof and made his way to my window before slowly climbing in. "you still coming tonight?" he poked his head through the window looking at me one last time.
"Of course I am. I have a reputation to uphold" he chuckled before walking away and leaving my room. I soon followed his footsteps and headed downstairs to where my mother was. She was in the kitchen with a glass of water in her hands as she made her way to the counter.
"Harold-"
"Harry." I coldly stated. I hated when people called me by my full name. It reminded me of my father. A sigh escaped my mother's parted lips as she placed her water down on the counter.
"I can't deal with this anymore" my mother's words barely audible. It was as if she told herself that instead of projecting the words to me.
"Harry, I can't deal with you anymore. You're out all night god knows doing what and I stay up every night waiting for you to come home! Sometimes you don't even come. And I sit there wondering where did my baby go?! Do you know that you have me crying every night wondering if you're dead in a ditch or something! You can't keep doing this Harry. I can't keep waiting on you." Tears poured down her face as she tugged on her hair the frustration clear in her voice. "Harry, I need you to take some responsibility in your life and man the fuck up. Before you end up like your father." Her last few words sent me over the edge. I grabbed the glass that was placed on the counter and threw it on the floor. The glass shattered and the liquid inside spilled all over the white tile.
"Don't you ever, compare me to that man. I am nothing like him!" She jumped at the sudden tone in my voice. I turned on my heel and walked out of the front door grabbing my car keys in the process. I got into my black range rover and turned on the ignition. My knuckles white as I gripped the steering wheel as hard as I can. I couldn't think straight as I pulled out of the driveway. The tires skidding in the process, I didn't know where to go so I decided to let my mind do the driving. I came to a complete stop and looked around, the trees bringing a familiar sense to me. This is where Gemma and I use to play when we were little, before my dad left us both, before Gemma passed away. I stepped out of the vehicle making my way towards the very tall trees. I stopped in front of our tree. The letter G and H carved into it.
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"Harry, go find something sharp." I remember hearing my sister's words as I happily got up from my place on the tree and tried to find something sharp. I couldn't find anything so I decided to ask my father.
"Daddy, do you have something sharp? Gemma wants to do something" He smiled down at me before grabbing a knife from the picnic basket.
"Here you go Harold. Just be careful okay? You don't want to get hurt" he ruffled my hair as I smiled up at him and ran away walking to Gemma.
"Okay harry, pay close attention to what I'm about to tell you." I sat down on the grass and looked at my older sister as she walked up to the tallest tree with the knife in her hand. She started to carve something into the tree and when she was done she waved for me to come to her. I happily obliged and made my way over to her. G and H that's what was carved into the tree.
"G and H, Gemma and Harry. This tree is the final tie to our bond. Do not show anyone this. The only time you can is if you found the one. Do you understand me Harry? This is our tree and the minute you find the one it will become theirs as well. I love you Harry. Forever and always okay?"
"Okay Gemma. I promise. Our tree, I love you." she grabbed my hand as we looked at the carving. The final tie to our bond.
I hadn't realized I was crying until I felt the tears hitting my shirt. I walked up to the tree falling down onto my knees. I always replayed that day in my head. It was the last day we were happy. The day we made our bond official. Brother and Sister. The tears poured down my face. I couldn't deal with the pain in my heart. I started to sob and my shoulders slumped down. I hated myself. I hated everyone. My fist hitting the tree repeatedly. Blood pouring from my knuckles.
"I'm sorry Gemma. I'm so sorry I couldn't be your savior"
