I'm A Dreamer

"T-that p-party wassss the most fun I-I've had in yearsssss........" Kat slurred as I parked in front of her home.

I shook my head as I put the car in park, "Jesus Kat, how much did you have to drink?"

"Like twoooo...." She replied while resting her head on the window and drawing shapes on it when her fingers.

 "Or like five." I sighed, unbuckling her belt for her.

Her front door opened and a familiar Irish lad came rushing out, stopping at the car window, "How was the party girls?"

I ran my fingers through my hair and sent him a small smile, "It was good Niall, but she went a little too hard."

I motioned to her composure and he chuckled, "I knew she'd be wasted."

"Heyyyy... aren't you that g-guy from Oneeee Direction? I love you guysss so muchhh!" She drunkinly exclaimed while examining his face with her droopy fingers.

He rolled his eyes playfully before opening the car door and picking her up bridal style, "I'll take care of her from here Sam, thanks for driving her home."

"No problem," I giggled while gazing at her now sleeping figure in his arms, "Good luck with that."

I observed as he carried Kat inside before driving off, realizing that I had a husband to get home to myself.

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"You're home late." A deep voice stated as I entered the front door, interrupting me from my thoughts.

"Did you stay up and wait for me?" I giggled as I  placed my belongings on the coffee table, turning towards the curly-haired man seated on the love seat.

He sighed and ran his fingers through his curls in a bit of annoyance, "Well, yeah. I mean, I was supposed to wait for you because you were supposed to be back at 6:30."

"6:30?" I questioned confused before everything smashed back into my memory like a brick, "Oh my gosh! The date! I'm completely forgot!"

He snorted in a sarcastic manner, "Yea, our date. You know, I was thinking of letting it slide, because you were probably held up with all your ridiculous work, but then I found out that you went to some after-party instead. I guess I understand, our marriage isn't that important."

I let out a huff and shook my head in disagreement, "Harry, you know how much this marriage means to me. I've just been so busy that every little thing has been slipping from my mind."

"You could've at least invited me, but no, I was stuck at home waiting for you like a housewife." He replied while crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes at me.

I glanced down at the floor before sitting next to him in defeat, "You're right, I'm sorry. I should've remembered you."

"I never get to see you anymore Sam, just keep that in mind." He spoke before slowly standing up and adjusting her shirt as he trudged upstairs.

I couldn't have felt worse. Harry had always managed to be there for me even when he was working diligently, so what about me? I followed upstairs before going into the bathroom and removing all the sticky make-up from my face. When I reentered the bedroom, I noticed him buried deep under the covers, facing away from me. I got in next to him, biting my lip, trying to figure out what to say before it all poured out of my mouth like a waterfall.

"I'm taking a break from my career."

"What?!" He questioned in surprise, jolting up from his spot, his bare chest exposing itself from under the covers, "Sam, look, I know how much you love what you do and-"

"I need to, Harry, I haven't even spent time with you in a while never mind my friends!"

"I forgive you Sam, just please don't do anything you're going to regret. I don't want you to give up something that you cherish that much."

I shook my head, "The movie is out, there's no more premiers to attend. I need a break, this stress is eating me alive. Come on, you were the one encouraging me to spend more time with you."

I giggled before he took my hand, giving it a squeeze, "Sam, are you really sure that you want to do this? Or is it the drink talking?"

I shot him a smug look, "Nope, I barely finished one drink. Just trust me on this, I need some time to recuperate."

He flashed me a grin before tackling me, "Oh baby! I'm so excited to spend time with you. Maybe during your break we can even make a baby."

He winked at me and I responded with a laugh, shaking my head in disbelief, "Not ready for that babe."

"I understand, but we should practice for the future tonight, eh?" He replied, his voice becoming deeper than it already was.

I smirked up at his before pulling him in to a rough yet passionate kiss. I could taste a hint of wine on his lips and I pulled away while biting my lip.

"You had a drink too, didn't you?"

He let out a low chuckle, "Well what else was I supposed to do while waiting for you to get back?"

He quickly pulled my shirt over my head and unclasped my bra, smirking down at me as he massaged my breasts. I let out a quiet moan and slipped down his sweats, leaving him in only his boxers as he did the same for me.

"It feels like it's been years since we've done this...." He stated, kissing down my neck.

I rolled my eyes at his statement, "It's only been a day Harry, stop being so horny."

He laughed before kissing down my torso, moving his fingers down to where my panties were before his mouth reached them. He was quick to pull them down with his teeth, sending me a smug look as he pulled them off of my feet and threw them across the room. He stood up and let his boxers fall to the floor as he bit his lip, his eyes never leaving mine. He crawled on top of me and quickly spread my legs, as if something he had long missed, and I figured that I was. It didn't take him long to enter me and I let my head fall back against the pillow as he bit down on my neck. After all this time, the pleasure he brings still feels new to me, like the first night we ever had sex. It's still vivid in my mind only because my pleasure sensors dispatch flashbacks into my mind.

"I fucking love you, Sam." He groaned before he spread my legs wider and thrusted in a quicker pace, his hips hitting against mine.

"I-I love you too." I stuttered between heavy breaths, running my fingers up and down his bare back.

"Harry...." I let out after a few minutes, gazing up into his eyes.

Just from the look he had received from me, he knew exactly what I was telling him.

"I know, I'm close too. Let go baby." He spoke against my ear as his pace quickened, making it harder for me to hold back.

It didn't take me long to reach my inevitable high, and I let out a loud moan as I let my fingers create a trail of scratches down his back. He reached his right after me, and I watched in awe as his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth parted. It was a sight I could never get used to seeing, and I guess that's why we were soul-mates. He remained in me for a moment as he placed a sweet kiss on my lips.

"Jesus Christ, Sam. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Time.

Noun, singular: time; plural noun: times,

1. the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole.

There's exactly 60 seconds in a minute, 60 minutes in an hour, 24 hours in a day, and 8,760 hours in a year. The amount of hours, minutes, or seconds that each human being has in their lifetime can not be further determined considering we each endure with our own hourglass, some having less sand in it than others. Everyone requests that one chance to have a long, happy, and well prevailed life. From how it's looking now, I feel as if I've finally become one of the lucky one's, and I hope to continue on that path.

Beep

Beep

Beep.

The minute my eyes opened, the bright light shining through the curtains slightly impaired my vision. The sound of the alarm clock blared through my ears as I began to feel around the nightstand for it, hitting the top of it once I had found it. A strong arm was secured snugly around my waist and a warm chest pressed against my back as light breaths tickled the back of my neck. Suddenly, Harry began to stir slightly as he too was waking up from his slumber.

It's been a year since One Direction took a break and almost a year since Harry and I have been married. They say time wasted is not time well spent. Harry and I's marriage has certainly been the opposite. Although, my life has been hectic lately with me promoting the latest film that I had a wonderful opportunity to participate in, Harry and I still try to find ways to have time for each other. For the past month the boys and him had gotten back to their music and recorded a new album. It was just released this weekend which has caused him to be preocuppied as well, but still not as busy as me. Other than that, he has been a wonderful husband to me and I wouldn't want to be married to anyone else, even if we did bicker sometimes. We'd always make up in the end, though, and one thing always eventually led to the other.

"Mmm, Sam." He groaned turning back towards me and placing soft kisses on my shoulder.

"Harry," I giggled trying to push him away, "I have to get up."

"But I'd much rather relive last night, wouldn't you." He persuaded while tracing shapes on to my hips with his soft fingers.

"Well I'd much rather not be late for work." I replied turning around to face him.

His hair was a mess and his eyes glistened at me with the sun from the window shining on them. He made a pout with his lips as he squinted from the light.

"But babe!" He complained pulling me closer, "I want you to stay in bed. We never get to do that a lot anymore."

I sighed, remorse filling my mind before I responded, "But this is work, Harry. I can't just skip work."

"You can for me..." he persuaded, burying his face in my shoulder so that his curls tickled my jawline.

I pushed his body away willingly before getting up and skipping towards the bathroom as he groaned in discontent. I could hear the bed squeak and his heavy footsteps heading in the other direction, most likely downstairs. I let out a sigh as I gazed at my reflection through the large bathroom mirror. This was going to be a lengthy day.

It didn't take me long to get ready, and soon the essence of bacon compelled me downstairs, where the shirtless boy stood, cooking up something on the stove.

Once I had occupied the spot next to him, he placed the spatula that was once present in his hand to the side and left a peck on my lips, "I'm making omelettes."

I hesitated for a bit as I glanced over at the clock programed onto the oven, "I don't know if I have t-"

"At least give me breakfast with you." He begged quickly, "I even threw in some bacon to evoke you."

I let a small giggle escape from between my lips and shook my head, "Alright, alright, you win. You've found my weakness, bacon."

He smirked before he turned off the stove, placing an omelette on the glass plate and adding a few pieces of bacon before handing the meal to me, "Bon appetite mademoiselle!"  

I rolled my eyes playfully as I sat down in front of the granite island, "Aren't you supposed to lose your charm more and more as you get older."

His lips formed a pout as a crease formed between his furrowed eyebrows, "I'm not old at all! I'm still in my twenties!"

"Really? Because I can see the grey hairs forming already."

He gripped his curls between his fingers anxiously before narrowing his eyes in my direction, "You're horrible."

I let out a laugh before beginning to devour my food, "How come you never cook breakfast for me?"

"Because you're never here for it." He replied with a slight guff in his voice.

"Oh yeah," I recalled before checking the time again, "Shit, I really have to go."

I stood up and he frowned brokenly, "But babe, you promised we'd eat-"

"I'm sorry," I let out while collecting my belongings, "But I'll be home early tonight, alright? We can go on a date for once!"

He let out a long groan before leaning in to peck my lips, "You're lucky I love you Samantha Styles."

I responded with a smirk before stating whilst leaving, "I know I am."

"Tonight!" He called after me.

"Tonight." I spoke, getting in to the car, letting my mind wander.

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"Hi Stranger, I haven't seen you since the Ice Age." The familiar blonde teased as she entered the dressing room after my latest press conference, her jacket slung over her shoulder casually.

"Kat," I giggled whilst shaking my head, "How the hell did you get in here?"

She let out a devious smirk, "Simple, I showed the guards our text conversation as evidence."

My eyes widened in disbelief towards her, "You showed them our texts? Kat! That's private!"

She let out a nervous giggle while twirling a strand of her hair, "Well..... let's just say the security guard knows when your time of the month is now..."

I groaned and covered my eyes with my hands. Well, some people never change I suppose.

"Anyways, I watched your press conference for your new movie and I enjoyed it." She spoke while sitting down in a chair next to mine and grabbing a soda provided on the table, taking a sip from it.

I let out a sigh, "Yea, it's been hectic. The only time I'm able to go home is during the late hours of the night."

"Hey, I understand." She spoke while tapping her fingers against the table.

"Oh yea, how's the fashion line going?"

"Well, I've gotten loads of business, so I'm hoping that I can launch some more stores."

"That's great Kat!" I cheered before resting back against the chair, "Man, remember when life was so much more easier?"

"When was it ever easy for you?" She joked before I smacked her arm.

"Oh hush, I mean when we used to just follow the boys around during tours." I stated while gazing back at her.

She smiled minusculely, "Yeah, I guess it was. I-"

"Sam," My co-star called as he popped his head in, "We're heading to the after-party."

"Alright, I'll be there!" I spoke with a small smile before turning to Kat, "Wanna join? The parties are out of this world."

"Oh, you know me so well." She giggled as we jaunted out of the room, arms linked.

I furrowed my eyebrows before letting out a sigh, "I feel like I was supposed to be somewhere tonight...."

She shrugged nonchalantly, "Probably the after party! Now let's get shaking!"

"Yea, yea, just don't get too drunk this time."

So I know that I've been basically inactive for a while.... whoops. Sorry, blame applications!!!! gayboysnpopmusic practically begged me to update!​ Anyways, I'm almost done with the first chapter for the sequel of Be My Escape (should be posted tonight) and the name is.............

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Haven!

"I don't quite know the concept of these drink sizes. I mean, tall, grande, and venti all mean large. So in translation, no matter what, you're buying a large." Louis pondered as he waited by the counter.

I shrugged nonchalantly at his statement as I steamed the latte in my hand, "I don't know, I'm not the owner."

I covered his finished beverage before handing it to him as he continued, "But I'm sure you could file my complaint."

"File one complaint to the CEO of Starbucks? I'm sure he'll be interested in meeting your needs." I replied in a sarcastic tone as I cleaned the immense machine.

Of course my boss had given me the closing shift, yet again. This time, these five hooligans decided to keep me company in doing so, considering they had nothing better to do with their livelihoods on a Friday night.

Louis took a sip of his latte and his expression shifted towards delightful, "Whoa."

"I told you she makes the best." Harry bragged while leaning against one of the tables as the others held up their caffeinated drinks in approval.

"You're certainly right, Harold, now why haven't you bought us some before?" Liam questioned as he sent him a playful glare.

"Because he's too busy being late to work, considering it's Lily serving him." Niall teased before bringing his drink to his mouth.

Harry simply rolled his eyes, "I'm not late to work."

"Are you kidding me? Paul was going to send out a search party the other day when you showed up and hour late." Zayn argued whilst taking a pulling out a seat and sitting in it.

Harry's shoulders slumped in defeat, "Okay, maybe I'm a little late."

"Harry, have I received any texts from Amy? She never showed up nor called saying that she wouldn't be here today." I asked while putting away the whipped cream containers and other ingredients.

Harry picked up my phone from the table and unlocked the screen, "Nope, sorry."

It was unlike her to just skip work like this. She may have her head in the clouds at some points, but she's always a well dedicated worker.

"Well, since you boys aren't doing much, you can wash the tables." I ordered while handing them all rags and cleaning spray.  

They let out huffs and rolled their eyes before starting their work, purposely spraying the content in each others faces beforehand. After about fifteen minutes they had finished their jobs and thrown the rags on the counters, taking a breather on the newly cleaned chairs. I took the liberty of taking out the garbage, pushing open the oil desired back door and lunged the bag in to the dumpster, surveying the dark alley. My eyes widened when something, or someone lying on the ground, came in to my vision. As I got closer, the figure became more evident, and I noticed the females blonde hair. Amy! She was sprawled out, beaten and bloody secluded next to the trash.

"Harry!" I shrieked in astonishment before kneeling down next to her mauled body.

Not even a moment passed before I heard the door smash open and swift footsteps head in my direction. Harry was sprinting over, a concerned expression on his face while the other followed behind him in utter confusion.

"Fuck." He murmured, stooping down beside her body to check the damage.

Liam kneeled across from us and put his fingers to her pulse located on her neck before analyzing her heart, "She's still breathing and her pulse is fine, she's just knocked out cold."

We all let out huffs of solace before Louis clutched her legs, "Let's haul her inside."

Harry managed to grab her shoulders while the others assisted, helping to bring her inside. I rushed in before them and set up chairs together, letting them rest her on them. Once they had cleared away from her, a certain cut had caught my attention, and I drifted forward to get a look at the striking "X" on her neck.

"G-guys." I let it, slowly signifying my pointer finger towards the marking. 

Harry let out a frustrated growl before kicking a chair next to him, "Fuck!"

"He didn't kill her....." I announced, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion before turning my gaze towards the others, "H-how come, he didn't kill her?"

Liam shrugged as he examined her, "Maybe a threat?"

"Maybe he mean't to leave her to die," Zayn explained while tapping his chin in theorization, "I mean, she's losing some blood. Heal her Liam, she isn't conscious and she probably won't remember what happened."

Liam nodded his head, biting his lip before placing his hands on her shoulders and letting his powers take their course. I inspected in perplexity as the cuts began to slowly heal one by one.

"It's actually quite painful," Niall determined from next to me, "when he heals you, because your skin has to reform itself together so quickly. The worse the cut or fracture is, the worse the pain. It's a good thing she's not cognizant for this."

I nodded my head in agreement before Liam finished his work. I examined every spot on Amy where a cut or bruise once was and turned up with nothing. It was as if nothing had occurred to her moments before.

"When she wakes up we'll tell her she slipped and hit her head, causing her to black out." Liam directed.

"Seems like a valid perception." Harry agreed, his demeanor still blatantly discouraged.

As they continued to dig deeper within the plan, a dark figure across the street grasped my intentness. His face wasn't visible, but just gazing at him caused a unconventional chill to run freely down my back. For some reason, I could feel the silhouette's attention blanketing me, making a sudden wave of discomfort to wash over me. A cry broke out through the room suddenly as Louis dropped to the floor, his stiff hands clutching his head. The veins on his temples become apparent as he shut his eyes in agony and let out another loud groan. Zayn quickly rushed over to him, leaning over him in confusion.

"Lou?" He questioned with worry sketched all over his face, "Lou, what's wrong?"

In response, he let out a miserable shriek and rolled over to his side, before Zayn grabbed his shoulders.

"Lou, can you hear me? Are you having a vision?" He panicked as the boys watched, flabbergasted.

Louis' cries began to subside moments later, and i gazed out the window to see that the figure had disappeared. As I got up to glance out the window, the boys voices could be heard clearly behind me.

"What was that all about Lou?" Harry questioned as his breathing began to slow.

"I-I don't know..... I-I"

Liam rubbed his shoulder comfortingly, "Spit it out, lad."

"It was painful," Louis sighed while running his fingers through his hair, "I saw him.... and..."

"What mate, tell us!" Harry persuaded, leaning over him.

Louis' eyes landed on mine and he cautiously lifted his finger towards my direction, "S-she was dead."

And in a flash, Harry's eyes glowed the whitest I had seen, and then died down as quickly as they could so no one could acknowledge the vulnerability he had displayed.

Yet I was the only being who had regarded.

"Belle!!" I heard someone whisper-yell while I stirred in my sleep.

"Belle!" Another voice shouted causing my eyes to flutter open as I was pulled out of my dream.

Four familiar faces were gathered around my bed causing me to sit up in shock.

"What- What are you guys doing in here?" I questioned tiredly while narrowing my eyes at them, "And what time is it?"

"11:00," Louis replied, "And we're taking you shopping!"

I let out a yawn before responding, "Why?"

"Because we looked through your clothes and noticed that you barely had any."

"WHAT?" I cried out surprised.

"It was only to organize your closet, I swear! We only wanted to help." Liam explained while fiddling with his fingers.

Well, I guess that is a good reason, but I still don't appreciate people going through my things. I understand that they're only trying to make me feel welcome. There was still something about this place that didn't feel like home.

"It's alright, I'm just not used to this I guess." I admitted while chuckling to myself.

"It's quite alright." Zayn replied understandingly.

"And you guys don't have to get me clothes. I'm good with what I have." I assured them biting my lip.

Louis let out an exasperated gasp, "Of course we do!"

"But-"

"Shhh!" Niall cut me off while placing his finger over my lips, "Now get ready, we'll be waiting downstairs."

Before I could protest they all rushed out of the room leaving me to my thoughts. Maybe this shopping trip wouldn't be so bad, I mean, I barely had any clothes. I just wondered what Harry would think about their little scheme.

I shuddered when his name crossed my mind. After all the events from yesterday, he didn't make a very good impression on me. His short temper reminded me of my father which startled me considering he could be worse. I slipped on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before grabbing my run-down sneakers and putting them on. I quietly stepped out in to the hallway and tip-toed to the steps, making sure not to disturb the so called "king" of the household.

"Where do you think you're going?" The familiar voice questioned cutting me off from my speculation.

I turned to see Harry in front of his door with his arms crossed over his chest in disapproval. Today he was less disclosed, wearing a navy blue t-shirt and black skinny jeans, revealing his markings a pale skin. I tried to formulate words to say but because of his aggressive demeanor I remained silent with my mouth hanging.

"She's going shopping with us." Louis replied for me as he exited his room, shutting the door behind him, before turning to Harry, "Is that a problem?"

Harry tensed up and sent a glare towards Louis before I finally proposed an unsettling idea, "Y-you can c-come with us if you want to."

His attention turned towards me and his features softened, eyeing me up and down before sighing, "No thanks, I hate public areas."

With that he stormed down the hall towards the room located at the end of it, the one he specifically told me not to go in to, and slammed the door leaving Louis and I flabbergasted.

"Ignore him," Louis told me, "He prefers to isolate himself a lot."

I rubbed the back of my head and looked back at the door he disappeared behind, "I feel the same way a lot of times."

I snapped my head back towards Louis again and he sent me a small smile, "Then maybe you two can relate after all." 

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There was a substantial amount of buzz occurring at the mall as we entered. The area was filled with mainly women rushing to catch a sale on their favored item while some men trailed behind them carrying their recent purchases. There were the frequent groups of teenagers hanging out in the corners, making trouble, and acquiring the clothing of their needs as well. I accompanied Louis, Zayn, Niall, and Liam as they searched through many sections until we had found a decent store, Topshop. They lead me inside and I gaped at the amount of clothing sitting around me on their shelves and racks. The boys disbanded in to different sections leaving me to look for myself.

I had a few reasonably costing flannel shirts picked out when they returned with piled of clothes in their grasps. I looked at them wide-eyed before they dragged me to the register.7

"Don't worry, we checked your sizes. Now well just buy all these." Liam explained while dropping the clothes on to the counter.

I furrowed my eyebrows and shook my head, "Guys, this is too much! This much cost a fortune!"

"I feel as if you sometimes forget that we are in a world famous boy band." Louis teased  while patting my back.

"Don't worry, we don't mind paying for you."  Zayn assured me as the cashier arrived at the desk and glanced between us and the numerous amounts of clothing.

Finally, about fifteen minutes later considering all the clothes the worker had to scan, we drove away from the mall. The car was filled with chit-chatter as the boys were cracking jokes at each other and trying their best to cheer me up. It sort of worked, I mean, I was laughing along with them. I guess their smiles are just contagious even on the worst days. The car suddenly swerved as we pulled in to a McDonald's drive thru and stopped in front of the microphone.

"Hi, yes, we'd like to have one of everything on the menu. No, this is not a prank." Louis ordered as my eyes widened.

"Everything on the menu?" I mumbled towards Niall in shock.

He chuckled and shook his head before replying, "Trust me, you do not know how much food our stomachs can take in."

The woman at the window handed Louis about twelve bags of food while he distributed them out to each of us. Once he finished paying, he parked the car in the isolated part of the parking lot and we dug in to our meals. Surprisingly, after a few fry fights, they managed to finish all of the food. For the first time in a long while I felt as if my stomach was going to burst from the amount of food it contained.

"It's getting late, we better get home before Harry has a fit because she's been gone long." Liam suggested before letting out a sigh of discomfort.

Louis nodded his head before starting the car again and pulling out of the parking lot. A pouty expression remained on my face as I gazed out the window.

"What's up Belle?" Zayn questioned with a raised eyebrow.

I shook my head before my eyes landed on the rest of their curious expressions, "I just don't want to go back there."

 Niall let out a chuckle before rubbing my shoulder, "Don't worry, you'll warm up to him after a while."

I huffed at his comment, my side bangs flying upwards with my breath before quickly resting back down against my forehead, "Yea, warm up to a cruel and heartless man who snatched me away from my home and imprisoned me in his castle as if I was a stray."

The rest of the boys remained silent, as if no words could enlighten my sentence because it was as true as a sentence engraved on to stone, "What happened to him anyways? Why does he look like that?"

Louis sighed as he turned the car on to our street, biting his lip as if he was urging to let everything out of his mouth, "It's not in our place to tell you Belle. Maybe he'll tell you when he's ready."

I nodded my head and watched as we pulled up to the gate, Louis saying his name in to the speaker before the gates opened, the enormous estate once again coming in to view as we drove up the narrow driveway.

"He's not going to be happy, but hopefully he isn't snappy." Liam spoke as we all piled out of the SUV.

I didn't want to have to bear seeing him again, not because of his appearance, but because of his horrid demeanor. I didn't know how I was supposed to survive being encased in this castle-like abode while he pestered me about every single situation. I huffed as Liam unlocked the door and we entered the dim room. Right as Zayn shut the door behind us the lights flickered on and a miffed Harry stood on top of the stairwell, face stern and arms crossed.

"Where were you guys? You've been out all day!" He scolded while storming down the steps.

"Like you've ever cared about where we've fled before. Don't worry, Belle is fine." Louis replied with a scoff.

Harry rolled his eyes and leaned against the beige-colored wall with his arms crossed again, "You guys missed supper."

Niall threw his bag on to the wooden table by the door and ruffled his hair in annoyance, "Don't worry, we got our own food."

I could see a flash of pure anger crossed Harry's eyes before it quickly dimmed, him shaking his head and heaving a breath, "Whatever, just go."

The boys then descending in to different directions reluctantly, and I cautiously followed.

As I walked by Harry I overheard him mutter, "I swear, no one listens in this household."

I turned abruptly to him with a furious countenance, "Nobody needs to listen to you, you don't own us."

He narrowed his eyes in my direction, "Do you know who you're talking to?"

I let out a sarcastic cackle before running my fingers through my tousled hair and shaking my head, "Yea, you're a child-like man that has no other purpose than to be miserable towards others."

With that, I retreated to my room, leaving the  downcast boy to suffer in his usual situation of desolation.