A hero and a human bound together so tightly through one significant Mark which leads them through a battle of hardships and danger.
(Sucha shit description but eh, books better. Swear it!)
Okay so I watched the hobbit trilogy and I know I'm late but whatever but I cannot get over the death of Thorin OMG WHY he's so hot you know, not the actor but the actual character oml why did he dieeeee 😭😭😭😭😭😭 he would have become better and been rlly good friends with Bilboooooo *wails*
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Ahem. On with the story
Settling myself further into Harry's lap where I had now migrated I rested my head on his collarbone and fiddled with his cross pendant which hung splendidly in between his swallow tattoos.
"I guess I should start from the beginning," I sighed, nestling further into his warm body. The house was rather silent only the occasional distant sound of conversation could be heard but other than that the house was peaceful. The only people in hearing distance of our conversation being me, and Harry himself.
"My parents have always been the perfect couple, both blonde haired and blue eyed, wealthy business people with a big house and plenty of socialites. They were envied among the neighbourhood and had a respectable reputation. Their perfection grew even more when they had a child, a blonde beauty just like them, with seemingly the same interests in wealth and business and gowns." I sighed. "That was Charlotte, obviously," I muttered semi-bitterly making Harry squeeze my thigh gently.
"Two years later, they were the perfect family but for the cherry on top they wanted to have a son, to carry on the family name and business, to keep Charlotte safe and what-not, but," I said with a snort pointing at myself, "that clearly didn't go to plan. The gynaecologist for some reason didn't realise that they were going ato have a baby girl until, well, until I popped my alien shaped self out. Let's just say, they got a nasty surprise that day." Pressing a kiss to the warm skin of Harry's exposed neck I nestled my head into his collarbone again before talking. "Not only that but I had brown hair and brown eyes, unlike my family, I looked adopted!" I exclaimed with exasperation.
"When I was little I never really understood why Lottie had more toys than me, why her dolls were better than mine. Why on her birthday she had boxes and boxes of presents, whilst I barely had one, and on Christmas whenever I looked under the tree I only ever found one present labelled for me whilst the rest were labelled to her. I was young, it made me sad but I never understood why until I grew older," I sighed.
"I wasn't in any family photos, and at gatherings I was treated more like a slave than their daughter compared to Lottie who was treated like a princess. When I was about five-six was when my parents started leaving me alone at home, with a movie and pizza, whilst Charlotte went out with them. I mean, I got used to it as I got older. I got used to the neglect, I got used to getting good grades with no one to show them too, I got used to being left behind all alone. It was a routine."
"As I got older I didn't really have many friends, any chance of making real friends was thrown out of the window by Charlotte and her friends making my school life hell, and anyone I did talk too, only talked to me for Charlotte. It got real tiring actually," I spoke, my voice wobbling in the slightest. Harry turned his head slightly and planted a firm kiss to my forehead giving me the silent encouragement to keep going.
"I guess, that's why when I met Jake and he showed me some sort of interest I was completely enraptured in my craving for affection and attention, and I completely overlooked the technicalities." I felt Harry's muscles tense as he stiffened beneath me.
"Your Ex?" He asked gruffly, his jaw clenched tightly as his darkened gaze looked past me to the wall opposite. I nodded quietly.
"We were great for about twelve months, but then he started getting more forceful and rough, he was angrier and shouted more. It was my fault really, I should have known that it would be too good to be true for someone to actually like quiet old me." I said bitterly. "So, after about three years of trying to escape our relationship on my own I went to my parents for help. But, my parents had accepted Jake as their child more than they had me with his similar interests in business and wealth and property, whereas I was completely different. Never taking any interest in socialites and fancy dinners. But, I told them everything but they just. . took Jakes side and sent me back with him. I tried telling them h-he was making me miserable b-but they wouldn't listen, Harry." I pleaded quietly. My voice breaking as tears filled my eyes ready to fall any second. "I had no other choice but to leave, I had to leave. I-I wanted to be away from my parents who has treated me like dirt my entire life, and my sister who successfully made my life hell and, I especially wanted to be away from Jake. So, I flew here, randomly."
"Was this the first time you called home since?" Harry asked, his eyebrows furrowed, his breathing was shallow and I knew he was fuming on the inside. Only keeping calm from my sake.
I nodded as a tear slipped down my cheek. "They hate me," I choked. "I-I was naively hoping that by going away they w-would, I don't know, realise how much t-they loved me? Or something," I said frantically shaking my head as a small sob escaped my throat. My heart aching.
"I swear to god, if I ever come across that asshole Jake, he's going to wish he was never fucking born. I will end him, Amelia, I'll fucking destroy that son of a bitch." Harry growled, his fists clenched tightly and his teeth gritted.
"And now Dean's made it worse, b-by telling them that w-we were having an affair! Harry. ." I trailed off as thick tears slipped down my cheeks, my sobs breaking free as I cried loudly.
"Dean?" I heard Harry growl lowly.
"Shh, baby, come here." He murmured as he lifted me so I could wrap my legs around his waist as he allowed me to bury my face into his neck, clearly not minding my tears and possible snot. His large hand rubbed my back soothingly as he allowed me to cry myself dry, the feeling of relief filling me as what I had withheld and not told anyone since arriving was finally weight to share between two people, and Harry was on my side. A foreign feeling, but an amazing one.
"T-they despise me, Harry." I whimpered pitifully into his neck sniffling loudly. I heard Harry sigh heavily as he pulled me back so we could look at each other.
"Then they don't know what they're missing out on." He said softly, although hidden behind those irises was a dark anger that I could feel washing over me, it came from my story I could tell. He was holding himself calm for me and he had no idea how much that meant to me.
Note: this chapter was gonna be hella longer than this but I've taken so long so I just couldn't wait to get it out! I hope it was good, I'm pretty disappointed with it tbh but I'll probably come back and edit it but anyway xx love you always 🌸
