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tinyboxxtink · 3 years ago

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"....So I Married A Monster" *Part 9*

Chapter 8

Chapter 10

[I imagine this is him being a 'dad', lol]

Sorry this took so long ya'll. I love you.

I did my best!

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“Ma’am, you really need to calm down--” A nurse pulled you back into the bed while you continued to scream and cry.

“No, I need to know where they’re taking that man!” You screamed as you wriggled from her grasp.

“Most likely to surgery, ma’am,” The doctor explained. “He did just get a GSW to the chest--”

“Oh God,” You wanted to vomit. “But the-- the man who just left, he--” You suddenly had an epiphany of where Billy was headed.

“You have to get officers to 5237 Lakeview Shore Drive,” You said in a panicked voice. “He’s going to grab my children,”

“Aren’t they his children as well, ma’am?” The nurse gave you a look.

“He has NO right to them!” You gave her an exasperated look. “And seriously? You think a man who just murdered two--” No, you couldn’t think that way. Rafael was still alive, he had to be.

“Shot, two men,” You corrected yourself. “Deserves children?!”

“No, ma’am,” She shook her head. “Sorry, ma’am. He was just so kind and charming the last time he was--”

“Jesus Christ, are you really that starved for affection that a psychopath flirting with you is the highlight of your career, idiot?” You sneered at the girl who couldn’t have been more than 19. Just a candy striper-- of course Billy would go for her.

“Alright, Addie-- out,” The doctor pointed towards the door. “Make yourself useful and call 911,”

“But there’s already--”

“OUT,” The doctor barked once more. Addie rolled her eyes and stomped out of the room.

“I’m sorry ma’am,” He apologized, patting your shoulder. “You need to stay calm, we’ve stopped your bleeding and stitched you up, but if you become hysterical you could rip them out,”

“I just watched my ex-husband shoot the love of my life and then storm out of here to go kidnap my children, and you expect me not to get hysterical?”

“At least try, ma’am--” He pleaded with you.

“If you call me ma’am one more time I swear to God--” You growled.

“I’m sorry, Miss Y/N,” He corrected himself.

“Doctor you’ve just sewn up my literal anus, I think we’re on a first name basis,” You rolled your eyes.

“Right,” He chuckled nervously. “Listen if you promise to at least attempt to stay calm, I will go check on your boyfriend, alright?”

“Fine,” You sighed.

“Alright then,” The doctor gestured to two male nurses. sending them to find out information on Rafael.

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Rafael was indeed being rushed into an operating room, his chest bleeding profusely. It had missed his aorta, but just barely. One wrong movement by a scalpel and he’d die right on that table.

“...He’s lost a lot of blood already, doctor,” One nurse warned.

“Put him on bypass, I need more time to cauterize this wound!” The doctor barked as he sweat through his surgical scrubs.

“Yes sir,” The nurse nodded to someone who brought forward a machine and began hooking it up to Rafael.

“Alright people, we don’t have a lot of time,” He looked around the room.

"Pray for a miracle,"

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At Your House

Lewis rushed into your house, trying to think of what to do. He’d need to get the girls and run-- it wouldn’t be easy. He’d need a good excuse. God, what would be a good excuse?

Lewis first went to Maggie’s room, gently waking her up.

“Mags? Maggie, wake up baby,” He cooed.

“What’s wrong dad?” Maggie asked while still half asleep.

“We-- we need to go,” He told her.

“Right now?” She turned her head to the side like a confused puppy.

“Yes, right now baby,” He began to grab her things and shoving them into her backpack. “Mommy’s in trouble,”

“In trouble?!” Maggie suddenly shot straight up in her bed.

“It’s fine, I’m sure she’ll be fine,” Lewis tried to keep her calm. “I just don’t want that bad man to get ahold of you and Kylie,”

“He has her?!” Maggie suddenly had panic in her voice.

“Maggie calm down, okay sweetie?” Lewis put his hands on her face. “We can’t let Kylie know, okay? So we’re going to tell her…”

“We’re going to the beach!” Maggie suddenly finished his thought. She was a great liar, quick on her feet. Just a chip off the ol’ Lewis block.

“Great idea baby!” He nodded while she pulled a jacket over her pj’s.

“And-- And we can go to the beach house, the one we used to go to?” She made that adorable little puppy dog face he couldn’t resist. He didn’t exactly “own” that beach house, but whatever his baby wanted, she got.

“Yes, yes of course Mags. Whatever you want sweetie,” He kissed the top of her head before they went into Kylie’s room.

“Kylie, wake up,” Maggie shook her awake while Billy began packing her a bag.

“Where are we going?” Kylie asked sleepily.

“We’re going to the beach baby,” Billy told her as he finished with her suitcase.

“In the middle of the night?” Kylie rubbed her eyes while Maggie helped her put some clothes on.

“Well, we want to be there as fast as we can!” Maggie continued to spin her web of lies, just like her daddy.

“Where’s mommy?” Kylie rubbed her eyes while Billy slipped her shoes on and they headed to the car.

“She’s uh…” He looked at Maggie.

“She’s still a little sick, so she’s going to meet us there later,” Maggie told her while giving her dad a thumbs up. He could cry in pride right now if he wasn’t worried about the cops finding them before he could escape.

“Okay,” Kylie just went along with the story, no questions asked.

Billy went to your key ring and grabbed your keys to your SUV, shooing the girls out into the car. He did a quick look around to make sure he had everything. Well, he had everything that mattered. His girls.

He glared around the room for a moment, pissed off that you had taken away your chances at happiness in this place. It would have been a great life; just him, you and the girls. No cops, no dumbass ADA, just you and him.

Well, soon enough it would be. He was sure Barba was dying right now, if not already dead. Then once he was out of the picture, you’d have no choice but to come back to him. He had the girls. He had your car. He had your happiness.

And soon, he would have you.

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At The Hospital

The nurses had been forced to knock you out with some morphine when you began to get hysterical over not knowing what was going on with Rafael and your girls. So here you were, waking up groggy and disoriented in a regular hospital room. Soon enough you were alert and back on the anxiety train. You pushed on the CALL NURSE button rapidly until an older woman in green scrubs came rushing in.

“Y’Know that button is for actual emergencies,” She crossed her arms once she noticed you were fine.

“This IS an emergency,” You crossed your arms right back at her. “I asked to hear about my family, and all you people did was knock me out. That has to break some sort of law,”

“Really and what law would that be?” She raised an eyebrow.

“I...don’t know, but I’m sure my boyfriend could find one,” You huffed.

“Highly unlikely ma’am,” She shook her head.

“Why?” Your eyes went wide. “Why wouldn’t he? Is it because he’s dead? Brain dead? Paralyzed and unable to speak?!”

“No honey,” She rolled her eyes at your dramatics. “It’s just an insane notion,”

“...Whatever,” You muttered while she checked your IV’s and stats. “So are you going to tell me how he is? Or are you just here to shoot me up with more morphine?”

“Well, that depends,” She said while inputting your information in her iPad. “Can you keep calm, make sure you don’t rupture any of your stitches?”

“....Not with that tone I can’t,” You didn’t like it one bit. “But I think I deserve to know what’s being done about my children at the very least,”

“Well…” The nurse looked at the door nervously. “See, sweetie here’s the thing--” She walked over and made sure the door was fully closed.

“Oh God,” Your voice trembled.

“It seems your ex-husband has...taken them” She grimaced.

“Oh god,” You repeated. “Oh GOD,” You were going to be sick.

The heart monitor and machines began to beep as your blood pressure skyrocketed, bells and whistles went off as you started to have a panic attack. The nurse instantly started turning all of them off, not wanting to alert anyone of what she had done by telling you.

“Okay okay but LOOK, honey--” She grabbed you by your shoulders, forcing you to take a breath and look at her.

“....If I bring you someone, will you promise to calm down?” She asked.

You weren’t entirely sure you could make that promise, but if it was Rafael she was going to bring you, you’d say anything she wanted to hear.

“Yes,” You nodded vigorously. The nurse nodded back and walked to the side of your bed that had a curtain separating you and another patient. When she pulled it back, you saw Rafael laying in a hospital bed hooked up to wires and tubes, a breathing apparatus on his face. She pushed the bed over so that it was touching yours, almost like it was one big king bed for the two of you.

“Oh my god…” You whispered, barely able to hold it together. “Can I--?”

“Be gentle,” She warned you. You nodded softly before very cautiously stroking the side of his face, whispering to him.

“Baby, I’m here…” You pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I’m here and I’m okay, so you have to be okay, okay?”

“How bad is it?” You looked up to the nurse.

“Well he made it through surgery,” She gestured to his still living body. “That’s always a good sign,”

“Give it to me straight...Marla,” You read her name tag.

“It was touch and go for a while, I won’t lie to you,” She sighed. “But...he’s been stable long enough I convinced them to let me bring him here to you,”

“....Thank you,” You gave her a small smile.

“If it were my Jonas in that bed, I’d never want him out of my sight either,” She smiled at you.

“Nurse Nightingale,” A doctor popped his head in. “Your husband is on line 1,”

“Speak of the devil,” She chuckled, heading towards the door. “I’ll be back to check on you later, I’ll-- see what I can find out about your children,”

“God…” You shook your head and muttered under your breath again.

“I’m sure they’re fine honey. They’re with their daddy at least, right?”

“True,” You nodded with another small relieved smile. If there was one thing you could bet money on, it was that Billy would take care of the girls. He was using them as collateral for sure, but he wouldn’t hurt them.

Would he?

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Meanwhile

Hours and hours had passed. Billy had made it to the Hamptons with the girls. Luckily for him the people he was ‘borrowing’ the house from still hadn’t made an appearance. Given that it was the beginning of fall and the season was over, he was pretty sure he wouldn’t have to kill anyone to keep them staying there a secret.

The girls were in the living room watching Moana while Billy scrolled through his phone at the latest news blurbs and trending things on Twitter. Obviously “William Lewis” was out in the open again-- shit. People would be looking for him now. But nobody knew where they were-- they’d never find them. Right? He couldn’t go back to prison, not after the hell he went through to get out. He would never go back again, no matter what. Nothing was going to stand in his way, or slow him down. He intently watched Maggie and Kylie-- they were laughing and eating cereal. Maggie could hold her own for sure, but Kylie was just a tot. Could she handle being shuffled around the state? The country?

He seriously began to ponder if the girls were slowing him down.

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peachywise · 6 years ago

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nullify part 2

an umbrella academy fanfiction // klaus hargreeves x reader

- part ii: the broken alarm clock || ⋆ part i ⋆ part iii ⋆ part iv ⋆ part v ⋆ part vi ⋆ more parts to be released

- synopsis: You've heard of people having rude awakenings before, but you'd never actually experienced one yourself. That was until Klaus Hargreeves broke into your apartment, banging pots and breaking your clocks. This idiot just can't seem to go away.

- notes: wow, okay thanks for all the love so far on this guys!! I hope you enjoy part two. originally this had a lot more but it got a bit too long, so I cut it in half. part three will be up pretty soon. let me know if you want on the tag list. tw in this one for swearing, fire, and mild violence.

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Dreams have a funny way of making unconscious fears rear their god-forsaken heads in all too terrifying ways.

You’d been plagued by a particular nightmare for years, ever since you were a kid. It used to occur every night when things had been particularly bad, making your already so cruel waking days extend longer with sleep that should have been a type of escape. Now it only happened when you felt exhausted or anxious. Sometimes both. Okay, mostly both. You should have taken some comfort in the familiarity of the dream given the particular instability of your life, but alas, it was what it was.

And it was complete and utter horse shit.

It always started the same. You woke up in your childhood bedroom cluttered with crayon drawings and clothes scattered about, everything caught on fire like juvenile kindling. Your flannel pajama pants—the ones with the ugly looking green bunnies you thought were hilarious— had just caught a bit of the flame, burning away the fabric and charring and licking the skin of your leg, bubbling and making an awful smell. You barely managed to smack it out with your pillow before forcing your too adolescent and unstable force field up.

This was when the dream would begin to differ. Sometimes different things or people trailed into the room, watching you as you watched them, the house crumbling down to burning decay and ash while you sat crying in your little bubble, sweating and straining to keep it up and full. Sometimes they talked. Other times they didn’t. As you got older, anger tended to mix in with the panic and desperation you’d felt in the situation, aimed at whatever or whoever you believed had caused the flames.

Tonight, this dream's starring opponent stood all too close to you while you struggled and wailed. Reginald Hargreeves towered over your cowered figure, but your gaze wasn’t on him. No, your eyes fixated on the uniform-clad Five and the Cheshire grinning, kohl-lined eyed Klaus behind him who greeted you with an irritatingly ironic, “hey, hot stuff.”

Odd. You’d never felt both terrified and annoyed in these dreams before.

“It’s time for you to wake up.”

Well, that was new too.

“W-what?” You sputtered out, slightly loosening the death grip tight around your legs, eyes searching Klaus as his voice ringed louder and clearer than the haze and blaze of the fire.

“Come on, wake up!” Klaus yelled again, pushing Reginald away as he stepped up closer to your bubble, close enough to burst it.

And then your eyes cracked open, and your nightmare followed you into consciousness as one of your larger pots was placed so close to your face that you nearly smacked into it on time to the wooden spoon Klaus was already rhythmically slapping it with, hollering repeatedly as he did, “wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up!”

No one could blame you for your knee jerk reaction. Any sane person would have reached over for their alarm clock and hit the person who broke into their apartment over the head like you just did now. No one would also blame you for screaming. Your brain hadn’t even registered yet that it was Klaus who loomed over you. It was a fucking jarring way to wake up, for Christ’s sake.

Klaus immediately dropped the pot and spoon to grab his head, yelling out an overdramatic, “ow!” Too bad the pot landed with a hard thud on your stomach, causing the air to rush out of you and a groggy groan to leave your still panicked body in unharmonized synchronization with his howl of pain.

The now broken alarm clock which stopped ticking in your hand probably would have let out a cry of pain too if it could. But it was dead. Klaus was going to be too in a moment.

“Look what you did!” You shouted, throwing the sheets off your body as you scrambled off your mattress, nearly tripping on your feet as you did. Shoving the clock in his face, you continued with, “you broke my clock!” using your other hand to subtly clear the sleep out of your eyes.

“I broke your clock? You broke my head!” Klaus bellowed back, gripping his forehead in a way you thought was just a little too theatrical.

Shoving his arm, your face furrowed in an aggravated frown as you grumbled out an exasperated, “and you broke into my apartment. I win. What’s next, want to break my sink as well? Go ahead, you’d be doing me a favour. It’s the only way the landlords going to come look at my shitty plumbing.”

“Oh, of course, pleasure to be of service,” sarcasm dripped from his tone, similarly to how the blood dripped on your clean carpet from the cut in his head when he removed his hand to give an equally as sardonic curtsey your way.

Great.

Turning to grab a handful of the Kleenex from your bedside table, you hurriedly reached up and pressed it to his head to stop any further damage befalling your security deposit. “stop bleeding on my stuff,” you swore. “Come on, let’s go to my bathroom.”

“First you hit me, and then want a morning triste in the bathroom?” Klaus tisked. “My my. You’re a little wildcat, aren’t you? I like it.”

You tried to ignore the fact he just followed up that comment with a growling noise like he was one of those creepy men in old 70’s movies, but you couldn’t. Instead, you decided not to take the moral high ground and flicked his cut over where you still had the Kleenex pressed. A pathetic exclamation of “hey!” brought a smug smile to your face.

“Come on, sit down. Let me see if I have anything to clean that up with,” you muttered, ushering him to sit on the lid of your closed toilet seat, grabbing his hand and putting it on the Kleenex-gauzed wound before bending down to rummage through the cabinet under the sink. “Want to tell me how you got in and why you’re here in the first place?” Sudden dread coursed through you as images of what else he could have broken flashed in your mind. Turning back around with wide eyes, you implored, “please tell me my front door isn’t hanging off its hinges.”

“Well you certainly think highly of me,” he uttered back, sniffling loudly as he slouched forward, eyes momentarily flashing behind you before quickly glancing your way again. “Your door is perfectly intact. But you really should lock the window on your fire escape. There are some nasty creatures out there. If you don’t watch out the boogeyman might get ya.”

Of course, he fucking climbed through the window. You bet he didn’t even try the door first, knocking or breaking in. His first instinct was to just climb up and—

Wait.

“I keep that unlocked because the ladder up to the fire escape is broken and I’m on the third floor. Did you bring your own ladder just to get in here? Forget the boogeyman, I’ve got a real life psycho sitting on my toilet. Did you happen to bring a knife too? Let me just get in the shower really fast and you can fulfill your Norman Bates fantasy. ”

“I mean, if you’re offering to get in the shower,” Klaus started, but before you could whack him on his wound again, it seemed like an invisible force slapped him upside the head, jerking him forward as he gave what was now his third cry of pain in under ten minutes. You were so shocked that you fell back on your butt, eyes frantically searching for whatever had made your thoughts turn into action. This wasn’t your power, right? You couldn’t do that. You didn’t want that. You would have a panic attack if—

“Christ on a cracker, Ben! It was only a joke! Death has made you so sensitive.”

Oh thank God, it was just a ghost.

Klaus sneered as his eyes glanced up at what was seemingly air in front of him as he had a conversation with his… invisible? Yeah, sure. Let’s go with his ‘invisible’ brother. “I am just being my perfectly charming self.” He paused, face reacting to whatever Ben must have said as he made the most melodramatic eye roll you had ever laid witness too. It was a little impressive, actually. Not that’d you mention it. No, you just watched the sideshow in front of you play on in jarred, mildly entertained, fascinated silence.

“I am not scaring ‘em off—” another pause, another exasperated shake of his head. “You don’t think I know that? I know we need them. If I go back there alone, our baby assassins going to shoot my balls off!”

Baby assassin? What, is like the new tickle me Elmo? If he was trying to ease Ben’s concerns, he was doing a terrible job of increasing yours while he did it.

As Klaus continued yelling, rambling on certain obscenities in the direction of your wallpaper peeled wall, you sat back up and turned back to your cabinet, pushing various bottle beside until you found the peroxide and cotton pads. Standing back up, you walked over to Klaus and swatted your hand in front of him, hoping to diffuse whatever argument had since gotten boring and headache inducing in your mind.

“As much as I’ve enjoyed this episode of Caspar the slap-happy ghost versus his dipshit brother, can you guys shut up long enough for me to clean this cut and get you the hell out of my apartment?”

Klaus immediately closed his mouth as both eyebrows shot up. Glancing over your shoulder one last time, he stage whispered to ghost boy, “they’re so touchy.”

Reaching over, you took the Kleenex from his hand to toss it in the trash, noting how the cut had stopped bleeding. Grabbing his chin, you wordlessly tilted his face up, angling it slightly towards the bathroom’s fluorescent light, leaning in closer to inspect it.

“Looks superficial. It’s fine” you stated, letting go of his face as you twisted the cap off the peroxide bottle, tilting it to soak one of the cotton pads.

“Well which is it, am I superficial or am I fine?” He quipped back, a lazy smile curving his lips.

Deadpanning, you replied, “you’re a pain,” before unceremoniously pressing the cotton pad to the cut maybe a bit too hard. Klaus once again winced in pain as he inhaled a sharp intake of breath, jerking his head away.

Well, make that four cries of pain now in under ten minutes. If it happened one more time, you wondered if you’d get a prize.

“Such cute pajamas for someone so utterly devilish,” he jibed, reaching out a hand to absently pluck the sleeve of your brightly blue coloured flannel. You slapped his hand away and he pouted like a child scorned. Oh, boo hoo.

Pressing the cotton pad back to his forehead, a little softer this time, Klaus visibly relaxed as you cleaned the wound. “You never answered my questions. Seriously, how did you get up that fire escape?”

“Well, if you haven’t figured it out yet, my darling brother has recently acquired the art of physical touch. I climbed on to his shoulders.”

Pausing, your eyes bugged out a bit as you turned your gaze to his. You never thought about that being possible. You’d always just been worried about one robber. Fuckin’ idiot. “I should really lock that window, huh?” Klaus snorted in affirmation.

As you finished clearing the blood from his pale skin, you leaned slightly back to inspect that it looked fine. “I don’t have a Band-Aid, but I think you’ll survive.”

Klaus held up a finger, an amused look flashing in his eyes as he used his other hand to dig through too-tight leather pants pocket. Standing up as he pulled a band-aid wrapper out, you watched as he made his way over to the mirror above your sink, ripping it open and putting on a very pink, and very floral, Hello Kitty Band-Aid.

Twirling back around, he raised both hands up and motioned towards his new accessory, asking, “what do you think?”

You were quiet for a moment, then you nodded. “I think that makes sense.” Klaus grinned.

As both of you made your way back out of your bathroom and into your shoe box sized slightly messy bedroom, you crossed your arms over your chest and leaned back against the wall. Klaus made himself feel at home as he poked around the various knick knacks. “Seriously, why are you here Klaus?”

“Have you suffered a bout of amnesia since last night?” He questioned, turning a sideways glance your way before he continued on his little expedition of your things. “I’m here to bring you to meet the rest of our happy family. Five thought you would be more willing to come with me than him.”

“And here I was thinking he had some semblance of intelligence,” you muttered, pushing yourself off your wall to go nudge him out of the way when he moved to go open one of your drawers. Why would Five think you’d be more willing to go with homeless Mick Jagger? You’d only met him once. You’d only met both of them once, in fact.

“Well you’re not exactly kicking and screaming to get me out of your apartment now, are you?” Klaus almost purred, brushing a hand across your shoulder as he swirled behind you, beginning his snooping once again. “In fact, it seems like someone was all too willing to play nurse to a cut I easily could have cleaned myself.” Picking up a picture frame from your bedside table, an odd look crossed his face before you snatched it from his hands, setting it face down. Now you were getting irritated. Whether it was with him, or yourself given the unnerving truth of his statement, you didn’t exactly want to delve into it at the moment.

“You bled on my carpet. I couldn’t trust that you wouldn’t bleed on the rest of my things before you managed to do a shitty patch job,” you replied easily back, averting your gaze from his as you took a few steps away.

Klaus made an elusive ‘hmm’ noise in the back of his throat. And then he flopped on to your bed, leaning back against the headboard as he grabbed your fuzzy white blanket, wrapping it around his shoulders and throwing it over his head like a cloak, curling into it as he contentedly smiled, “cozy.”

You picked up your pillow and tossed it at his face.

“Look, you guys can’t just barge into my life and expect me to go along with whatever this is. I’ve spent a good part of my life trying to stay out your way praying I never meet your dear old dad. Now if you’ll excuse me, today’s my day off and I intend to spend it quietly alone in my empty apartment.”

“Our dad? This had nothing to do with him,” he said, sitting up straighter as he dropped the blanket off his head, studying your face with a slight tilt to his head. Looking at him in silence, you rolled your hand in a ‘come on’ to signify for him to continue and stop being so freaking elusive.

“We need your help to stop the end of the world.” Then he threw his arms up with jazz hands, excitedly saying, “isn’t that so much fun?

Huh.

Chewing on your bottom lip, you gave a curt nod before twisting around, picking your phone off your receiver as you began dialing a number.

“Who are you calling?”

“The cops.”

Boy, was he also the Flash? You had never seen someone move so fast in your life. Ripping the phone from your hand, he slammed it back down on the base then gripped both your shoulders, pushing you away from it as he completely crowded himself in your personal space. Slight alarm skittering across his eyes. “Come on, is that really necessary? I’m not playing around.”

“Why should I believe you? Trust you?” you shot back, shrugging off his grip as you folded your arms around yourself. “As fun as you are to banter with, this is fucking crazy! You guys knew what I could do. You guys knew where I worked, where I live, what my name is! Now you say you need my help saving the world? Calling the cops seems like the natural progression of how this interaction should go on my side.” Jesus, where you hyperventilating? Where was that phone? You had to get that phone.

Klaus crouched lower to your height, arms stretched out like he was trying to calm a wild deer. Bitch. “Okay sweetheart, you need to calm down for just a second,” he soothed, and you couldn’t help but exhale a short, unamused laugh. “You know us, you know what we do. Or at least what we did. The Umbrella Academy isn’t some mastermind organization, we were just a group of kids brought together by a man with a god complex who so desperately tried to mold us into those bullshit cliché, good Samaritan superheroes. We’re fucked up, but we wouldn’t just come after an innocent like you for no reason. You have free will in this, okay? All I’m doing is asking, not telling you to come. Just let me take you to everyone. Five can explain this all better than I can.” He took your continued silence as an opportunity to continue his point, adding in, “you can even bring your clock as a weapon if it makes you feel more comfortable. You’re a real danger with that thing.”

As much as you hated to admit it, he was pretty convincing. If they had wanted to hurt you, if they had wanted to use you, you had no doubt they would have forced it upon you by now. From what you had learned, it seemed nearly all of them had been estranged from their dad for a while now. Vanya’s book had been pretty enlightening on the horrors that had occurred in that house, at least from her view point. So if Reginald was the one pulling their strings, then he was pulling their strings unbeknownst to them.

It also didn’t help that your curiosity was piqued. You always loved a good mystery.

“Alright,” you conceded, letting your arms fall back down to your sides. Klaus let out a long breath of air and happily grasped his hands in front of him, jokingly singing as he did, “Darling, you’ve made me the happiest man in the world!”

“Under one condition.”

“Oh, I was so close,” he sulked immediately under his breath, dropping his hands.

“You have to promise me that I can leave. Like no strings attached, I can drop off mid-conversation and slam the door on my way out, type of leave. I’m only there to hear what he has to say, ask some questions, and that’s it. I haven’t decided to help you guys.”

Raising his hand out, he gave you a knowing smile as he extended his pinky finger. “I promise,” he droned. Heaving a sigh, you lifted your hand to wrap your pinky around his in a child-like binding promise. He was lucky he had such sincere eyes.

Letting go, you took a tiny step back as you cleared your throat, feeling uncomfortable with the odd tension you now wanted so desperately to melt. “Well, get out. You and Ben. Let me change and then you can take me to your master, or whatever.”

“My master?” Klaus gasped, as you herded him over the threshold of your door. “Five is a child. I am clearly more superior.”

Giving a tight smile, you quirked your eyebrow up. “You sure about that? I got the impression yesterday that you’re more like his fun loving, but pitifully dim witted henchmen,” you replied, then swung the door shut in his face before he could have the last word.

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Chapter 25

A/N: First of all, I am sorry for not updating sooner, but this is a really big chapter and I wanted to take the time to do it justice! It is quite lengthy so enjoy! As always, I love hearing from you and appreciate each and every one of you! Thank you for going along on this journey with me

“Hey gorgeous.” Harry wrapped his arms around Addy’s small frame engulfing her into a warm hug.

“Mmmm. You always give the best hugs Harry.” Addy squeezed his muscular body tight burying her head into the confines of his chest. Having to spend an extra morning at work today pushing to get an exhibit done for the opening next week had caused her stress levels to sky rocket leaving her emotionally and physically drained. The moment she saw Harry, every little stressor immediately dissipated and she felt a sense of relief course through her.

Kissing her forehead she lifted her head, her green eyes staring up at him. “Kiss me again…” She smiled up at Harry.

Cupping her cheek he took a moment to get lost in her eyes, searching them deeper. Taking in how the colored speckles in her eyes showed his reflection. Smoothening the flesh beneath his finger he sighed. “The things you make me do…” He leaned in with a grin and firmly grasped her lips with his.

Addy snacked her arm around his neck, playing with the tufts of ginger hair as their lips moved against one another’s. Gently tugging on him letting him know she wanted more so Harry deepened the kiss. Tangling his fingers in Addy’s long brunette hair he pressed his lips harder against them, wanting to taste every single inch.

Sensing Harry’s other hand trailing down the side of her body she let out a squeal as he bent down to pick her up never breaking his lips off of hers. Addy instantly wrapped her legs around him firmly.

Harry carried her blindly to the bedroom and lowered her gently on top of his bed. Hovering over Addy he brushed her hair to the side to gain access to her sweet spot on her neck. Cupping Harry’s cheek she moaned feeling him attack her neck with a flood of kisses.

Breaking her out of her hazy mind she heard Harry’s phone go off, but he continued to ignore it. After it rang for the second time she reached for it on the bedside table.

“Leave it. I can call them back.” Harry mumbled against her neck.

“It’s your grandmother Harry…” Addy glanced at the screen. His eyes popped up in concern. She never called him, let alone twice. Knowing it may be urgent he sat up in regret.

“I better take it babe. Don’t move I will be right back.” He pressed his lips quickly on hers before leaving the room.

Rolling on to her side Addy could hear remnants of Harry’s conversation in the distance. Feeling an overwhelming sense of exhaustion, her heavy eyelids were closing, struggling to stay open.

A few minutes later Harry hung up the phone and ran back to Addy wanting to finish off what they had started. “Addy you better be at least half naked by now!” He yelled out with a smile at the anticipation.

His loud footsteps halted as soon as he saw Addy on his bed. His girlfriend was lying on her side, eyes closed and fast asleep. A crooked smile tugged at the corner of his lips, she looked quite peaceful in that moment. Not wanting to disturb her Harry gently covered her with a blanket and turned off the lights.

Opening her eyes she felt disorientated for a moment. Not entirely sure where she was or how she had fallen asleep. Sitting up in bed she felt a blanket slide down her arm. Taking a quick glance around the room she soon realized where she was. Groaning, she knew Harry would never let her hear the end of this.

Tossing the blanket off of her she tip toed out of his room seeing no sign of Harry she walked around the corner with the same result. Noticing that his office door was closed she reached for the handle and opened it slowly seeing the prince sitting at his desk with his back turned from her.

Quietly walking into the room she wrapped her arms around him from behind pressing her lips to his cheek seeing him smile silently in return. His hand gripped her arm and started to stroke it gently as he stayed concentrated on what he was reading.

“Have a good sleep?” His deep voice asked her.

“Mmmhmm. Sorry…” Her voice still groggy.

“No need to apologize. You obviously needed it Addy.” Gently tugging on her arm Addy rounded the chair and sat down in his lap pulling her legs up to lay across him. Resting her head down softly onto his shoulder she started reading the memo on his computer.

“Barbados?” She questioned him curiously.

Harry nodded his head yes. “I am going there on a tour at the end of September. My grandmother was supposed to go, but has asked me to go as her representative. I couldn’t say no.”

“That’s why she was calling you? Everything is ok then?” Harry could hear the worry laced in her voice.

“Yes. Everything is fine babe.”

“Wait isn’t your birthday in a few weeks? What do you want to do?” Addy snuggled into him for warmth feeling a slight chill.

“Nothing honestly. The press will be looking for me. I don’t want you to have to deal with them yet Addy.” Around his birthday it was like the media were in over drive trying to get pictures of the prince partying it up on his birthday. They were literally everywhere to the point where he dreaded it. All he wanted was to spend it with Addy and a few close friends and that would be enough for him.

“Can I plan something?” Feeling Harry’s body stiffen at her question she added, “something low key and small?”

“Babe you don’t need to. It’s just a birthday.” Harry did not want Addy to feel obligated to do anything for him.

“Hey! It’s your birthday and I want to do it for you!” Harry released a groan finally agreeing that she could plan something.

“Speaking of birthdays… we should start getting ready for Melissa’s tonight.” Addy jumped out of his lap and convinced him to come take a shower with her, which took little convincing to close his laptop and follow her to the bathroom.

“You didn’t need to get her anything you know.” Harry held her hand leading her up the path to the Percy family country house.

“It’s from both of us. You are on the card too. Besides, it’s her birthday Harry!” Adalyn smiled looking to the ground as she stepped carefully in her heels. “God it feels like it has been forever since I have seen Mel and Tom!”

Addy took a quick glance to the prince noticing his silent demeanor. Squeezing his hand firmly she got his attention pulling him from whatever thought he had been focusing on.

“You alright babe?” Addy rubbed her hand against the contours of his muscular arm.

“Yeah.” His tone was short, but not in an angry way like he wanted to avoid a discussion about it. Hearing a deep sigh leave his chest she let him work through his thoughts not sure what to say to make it better, Addy stayed quiet.

Making their way inside they were instantly surrounded by Harry’s friends, many of which Addy had not met yet. All eyes were on them as Harry introduced Addy to more people in his ‘inner circle.’ Suddenly feeling overwhelmed from meeting so many people Addy slipped away from Harry needing to find space to breathe. Finding a space outside on the patio she took a brief moment to collect herself.

No matter how many times she had met people from Harry’s inner circle, it still overwhelmed her, making her feel out of place to the point where she didn’t feel like she belonged. Addy was not used to the lavish lifestyle that Harry and his friends lived from day to day. She grew up with the basics and learned from a young age to not take things for granted and to work hard for everything you have.

At this moment she just didn’t feel uncomfortable in her own skin. Looking down at the fabric of her teal dress, one that Harry had specifically bought her for this party she internally cringed. It wasn’t the fact that she did not enjoy hanging out and

developing relationships with his friends, it was more so the stares that people gave her and the glances they stole when they thought she wasn’t looking. Addy had even over heard someone say, ‘who is that brunette with Harry, she certainly doesn’t seem his type.’ She knew her quick departure would have them talking, but she did not care at that point.

“Addy?” A familiar voice broke through her thoughts making her search for the source of the intrusion. Making eye contact with her friend Lindsie, Addy immediately felt a sense of relief wash through her. A familiar face, made her worries wash away.

“Lindsie!” She was pulled into a warm hug. It had been ages since she had seen her friend mainly due to the fact that Lindsie had been traveling everywhere for her work as of late. Of course she would be here, Lindsie was typically found amongst people of hierarchy.

“What are you doing here?! I wasn’t expecting you to be here!” Lindsie happily squealed nearly spilling her drink on Adalyn.

“There you are!” Harry came walking outside towards Addy seeing Lindsie hanging off of his girlfriend. Addy had remembered that there was some history, some bad blood between the two, but had never delved into that with Harry. Seeing his smile fade as soon as Harry realized Lindsie was here made her heart thud in her chest, panicking about what he was going to say.

“Sorry. I needed some air.” Speaking in a whisper she quietly confessed.

“Wait?!” Lindsie blurted out. “You are here with him?” She pointed her finger at Harry in suspicion.

Closing her eyes Addy knew she couldn’t deny it. “Yes. I am here with Harry.” Feeling an arm wrap around her protectively, her green eyes fluttered open to see the prince staring at her friend.

“Nice one Addy!” Lindsie laughed it off not believing what she was seeing. “You do know how to pull a good joke off!” She took a sip of her drink.

Addy shyly glanced to the ground, avoiding Harry’s blue-eyed stare. “It’s. It’s not a joke Lindsie.” Stumbling with her words she managed to spit it out. “Though many people here probably think that…” Addy mumbled in a low whisper not knowing that Harry caught the quiet comment.

His eyes narrowed in concern, tuning out the words that were spewing out of Lindsie’s drunken mind. Addy wouldn’t even look at him. Her green eyes stayed stagnant, glued to the ground. His features softened as he realized why Addy had spoken those words. She was uncomfortable here, feeling out of place amongst these people. He could tell by the way she held herself; she looked as if she wanted to hide herself away from everyone. Hearing Lindsie babble on about Addy, making fun of her for thinking there was something between them, he had heard enough.

“Lindsie shut it.” His tone was hard and demanding making Addy’s head turn sharply towards the prince. “Addy is my girlfriend. Simple as that and the only joke around here is you.” With that the prince grabbed Addy’s hand and led her inside without another word leaving Lindsie in a state of shock as she saw their joined hands.

Harry led Addy through the guests searching for a quiet place to talk to Addy. Finding an unlocked door, Harry whisked the brunette inside closing it tightly behind them. His blue eyes watched her carefully seeing her confusion come to light.

“What?” Addy crossed her arms defensively. Harry knew what she was doing, she was going to close him off and pretend that nothing was wrong.

“Don’t do it Addy.” He stepped closer towards her shaking his head lightly. “Don’t shut down on me.” Harry coaxed her while he called her out.

Furrowing her brow Addy glared at the prince for his accusations. “I am not.” She stubbornly tried to stand her ground, but with each step Harry took she felt the wall she was building crumble brick by brick.

“Though many people here probably think that?” Harry reiterated making her aware of the fact that he heard what she had said in a whisper.

Addy gave in.

Her arms dropped down to her side in surrender. “That’s not what I meant Harry…” She looked away from him ashamed that he had heard her say that. It was only her mind speaking out loud.

“Talk to me.” He wrapped his arms around her tense body. Addy immediately relaxed into the confines of the prince’s arms. His hugs were always the best and instantly eased her mind.

“I feel out of place… sometimes.” He had guessed right. Remaining silent he listened to her every word.

“I am not used to all of this. I feel like everyone is staring at me wondering why I am here, like I don’t fit in. Wondering why I am with you…” Addy released a deep sigh before peaking up Harry. “In this dress you bought for me. I love it I really do Harry, but it…” She didn’t want to hurt his feelings but she had to say it. “It was too much. I mean it’s probably more than my months rent.” Addy released a nervous giggle ending with a sigh.

“I am not like them Henry.”

Harry’s eyes darted down towards his girlfriend. “Addy. That is exactly what I am with you. You aren’t them! I can’t say I understand, but people are always going to gossip and say those things about everyone Addy.” Harry paused catching her head in his hands as she tried to look away again. He wanted her to hear these next words.

“I don’t give a shit what they think. I am here with you because I want to be and wouldn’t have it any other way. You need to tell me when you feel overwhelmed like this because I can’t always read your mind Addy.” Taking a silent moment he searched in the depths of her green eyes for a sign that she really heard his words.

“As for the dress… you never let me get you anything Addy. You look amazing in it and you deserve feel as beautiful as you are.” Harry leant down placing a soft kiss on her lips instantly taking her worries away.

“Let’s focus on having fun. Try and get to know them… they want to know you too. Even though some of them can be catty bitches I won’t let them treat you poorly.” He spoke between gently attacking her face with a series of kisses eliciting a light giggle from Addy.

“Ok ok!” She pushed him away with a smile. “Thank you Harry.” Standing up on her tippy toes she placed her lips one more time against his tugging at them softly.

Patting his chest she turned on her heel to walk out the door. Not hearing footsteps behind her, Addy glanced back over her shoulder seeing Harry clearly checking her out.

“You coming? Or just admiring the view?” Addy barked a laugh. Licking his lips he gave her his answer.

“Damn you look sexy. I did good.” He ran up behind her and groped her ass firmly earning a playful swat from the brunette.

“Behave prince.” She muttered lowly.

Opening the door Harry immediately wrapped his arm around Addy’s shoulder making it quite clear to his friends that they were here together. Taking a breath she knew she needed to at least make an effort. Sitting down beside a few of the people she had just met she apologized for her absence and began conversing with them.

Sensing that someone was watching her she looked away from Caroline and Astird and saw the prince staring at her from across the room with a big smile plastered on his face. Winking at Addy she rolled her eyes before turning back to the conversation.

Lindsie’s POV

Taking a sip of her drink she watched them.

Harry and Addy.

Two names she never thought she would speak of together. A friend of hers and Prince Harry, together? How? How could Harry have met her? Why didn’t Addy tell her about it?

Seeing Harry’s arm around Addy gave her body chills of frustration. She was supposed to be the friend with status, not Addy. She didn’t deserve to even be here amongst these people; the blue bloods and upper class of the English society.

A bubbling anger made of pure rage and jealousy kept coming to the surface threatening to over pour her body and make her lash out. Her so-called friend did not even say a word about them dating. Addy was supposed to be one of her closest friends, having known each other since childhood.

Lindsie only spent time with Addy because of their parent’s connection. She had to admit that Addy was different than the majority of her friends and enjoyed spending time with her to tell her of the extravagant parties she went to or her lavish vacations on islands and yachts. Someone to brag about to, someone who was lower than herself, a charity case of a friend that made her feel superior.

Watching them closely she could see the connection between them was real. The way Harry would gaze at Addy when she wasn’t looking or the silent conversation they had just shared as if they were the only ones in the room. Harry leant down to place a kiss on Addy’s forehead, a gesture that no doubt she was not the only one who caught.

Harry and Addy were together.

A fact that Addy had left her out of for months. Standing up she made her way to the couple.

Harry glanced up seeing a figure coming towards them. It was Lindsie and she had an expression that made Harry think that she was on a mission. Groaning in disgust, Harry’s body stiffened alerting Addy to his change in behaviour.

After their talk, she agreed to try and come out of her shell more and make an effort for Harry. As the night when one, she found herself second-guessing her previous thoughts. The majority of his friends were good people and not as stuck up as she had suspected them of being. The glares eventually subsided throughout the night making her feel more comfortable and relaxed allowing her to open up more, or maybe it was the alcohol giving her liquid courage not to care anymore.

Harry’s body stiffened beside her causing her to turn her attention towards him as he groaned. Addy could she the repulsiveness circling in his eyes as he glared towards something ahead of them. Aligning her view with his she saw Lindsie walking with purpose towards her.

Her stomach flipped in her chest making her feel uneasy about what was about to happen. To be honest, Addy had completely forgotten about Lindsie and their earlier conversation. Her mind was begging silently for there not to be a confrontation in front of all of these people about the fact that Addy never said a word to Lindsie about her dating Harry. Addy never did it to make Lindsie feel less of worth, but she knew once Lindsie knew, everyone would know including her family. Lindsie had never been able to keep a secret even if her life depended on it.

Lindsie pulled up a chair sitting in front of the couple offering them a fake smile before angling her head at Addy. Closing her eyes for a brief second, Addy knew what was about to happen. She promised herself not to give in and react.

“I just cannot wrap my mind around it Addy…” Lindsie pretended to ponder. “How the hell are you two together?” She yelled out loud enough for people to hear. Glancing around the room Lindsie could see the eyes of people turning their heads in her direction. That was exactly what she had wanted. An audience.

Addy felt Harry shift in his seat to stand up from the sofa. Placing her hand firmly on his knee she squeezed it hard, a silent plea to not give into Lindsie. All Lindsie was hoping for was a reaction from the couple. Addy was not going to give her that.

“Did you two meet at the polo match I invited you too? Does the credit all go to me for this bizarre pairing?” Lindsie laughed in their face. Harry’s lips pressed into a hard line at her questions. How could Addy be so calm after hearing those accusations?

The music had stopped. All eyes were on them now. Addy could see Mel and Tom staring at them unsure of what to do to handle the situation. This was Mel’s party. The last thing Addy wanted was to ruin it for her.

Lindsie fed off of Addy’s silence seeing her squirm uncomfortably in her spot next to the prince. Addy’s hand was placed hard on Harry’s knee like she was holding him down. She wanted everyone to see Addy lose it and she knew exactly what to say to get under her skin.

“You know you do not belong here.”

Harry’s body stood up in a bout of rage. His fists were balled up in anger. No one deserved to be talked to like this. He could no longer stand to listen to this woman speak like that to Addy. This bitch was talking dirt to his girlfriend and there was no way no matter how hard Addy silently told him not to do anything he had to stand up for Addy. It was his job to as her boyfriend to protect her. He just thought he would never have to do it from a supposed friend of hers.

“Lindsie back the fuck off and leave us alone.”

Feeling a small hand wrap around his wrist he glanced to his side. Addy’s green eyes were begging him to sit down, but he couldn’t. There was no way he was going to let Lindsie talk to Addy like that.

“Why don’t you allow your girlfriend to speak Harry? Or do you not allow her to?”

His eyes found Ethan at the other side of the room. “Wrangle this bitch in or I will do it myself.” Harry spat out in anger giving the blonde a stare down letting Lindsie know he would not tolerate it anymore. Ethan came from behind and tried to pull Lindsie away from them but she was putting up a fight making her look even more ridiculous.

Pushing her boyfriend away she stared at Addy. “Really Adalyn? Got nothing to say? Or is it because you know it’s true?” Lindsie continued to push grasping at anything to illicit a reaction from her.

“No.” Addy broke her silence not able to remain quiet any longer she stood up face to face with a person she could no longer recognize as a friend that was once hers. Standing close to Harry she gripped his hand for comfort.

Taking a brief glance up at Harry she whispered to him. “Don’t step in…” Clenching his teeth he shook his head no. Addy offered him an endearing smile letting Harry know she appreciated what he had done for her but this was her friend, her fight not Harry’s. If she did not stand up for herself she would look like even more of a fool.

“Don’t.” She begged him one last time. Turning to Lindsie she looked straight into her eyes.

“I can speak for myself. I was just not giving into this bullshit of yours and the game you are trying to play here Lindsie especially at Mel’s party.” Addy’s heart was pounding in her chest, but she had to stand up for herself, there was no other way around it. Feeling everyone’s eyes on her Addy knew she would be judged for every single word she would say. Taking in breaths she tried her best to be as civil as possible despite the incredulous words that were flying out of her friends mouth.

“I cannot believe you would come here and say those things to me Lindsie. You are my friend. A friend would not have said those things… ever. I have never done anything to treat you the way you have just treated me. To make me feel so unwelcomed here when everyone else has done the opposite. People I have only met mere hours ago were more kinder to me than you are being now.” Her voice was strong, her words eluding a sense of confidence.

“Look at what you have done to me?!” Lindsie nearly screamed in Addy’s face. Not taking a step back Addy was not going to stoop to Lindsie’s level no matter what she did to provoke her.

“What have I done to you?” Addy tossed her arms up shrugging her shoulders. “Besides be there for you whenever you need me?”

The room fell to a deafening silence; everyone waiting to hear Lindsie’s reply. It was clear to everyone there that Lindsie was trying to start something with Addy. Whether it was jealousy or her drunken state, everyone was on Addy’s side believing that she deserved none of this.

Hearing scattered whispers amongst the gathering crowd Addy waited in silence.

“You are with him!” Lindsie pointed towards Harry. “You don’t belong here. I am here. This is my group, not yours!”

Addy rolled her eyes. If Lindsie said that one more time she really was going to punch her in the face. Her nose looked a little crooked anyway. She might even thank Addy for giving her a free nose job.

“Does it ever get old being so spoiled and pretentious Lindsie? Why can’t you be happy for someone ever? Are you even capable of it? Or does everything need to be about Lindsie Tanner? Because by all means all the attention is on you now acting like an idiot all because you cannot be happy for me…a friend of yours.” Addy trailed off having nothing more to say. Shaking her head at Lindsie she was disappointed it had come to this; that her friend had stooped this low to attack her in such a setting.

“You know I don’t like to fight in front of people like this so if you want to talk to me we can go talk like the adults we are. If not…” Addy shrugged again. “Then I am sorry but I am not going to ruin Mel’s party any longer or waste my breath on your ridiculous and embarrassing behaviour. I know you are better than this.”

Lindsie was left speechless. How dare her ‘friend’ call her out like that in front of a group like this? She had been nothing, but there for Addy. She had given her so many things she would have never experienced had it been for her and now she was acting ungrateful all because she thought she was not better than her.

“Everyone agrees with me Addy. You don’t belong here.” Lindsie placed her hand on her hip popping it out. Trying to get the people back on here side and join in, but everyone remained silent.

Harry was getting tired of hearing this. Unable to hold back any longer he stood up taller, placing his hand on Addy’s lower back in a protective stance.

“If you don’t leave now. I will carry you out of here by your fake blonde hair and drag you out of here myself.” Harry’s voice sent a chill down Adalyn’s spine.

Lindsie glanced around the room receiving glares from everyone. Her plan didn’t work. She was hoping everyone would agree with her and make Addy feel like she truly didn’t belong here. That way Harry would have no choice but to end it with Addy, and ending her building status along with it.

“Lindsie… just go home please. We can forget this all happened.” Addy begged of her. Not matter what Lindsie had said to her Addy tried her best to salvage whatever was left of their friendship.

“Lindsie!” Mel hollered from behind her. “Get the fuck out of my house you bitch!” Melissa came up from behind her. “You do not treat Addy that way. She belongs here more than you do! NOW GET OUT!” Mel pointed towards the door. A few of the woman that Addy had meet earlier that night came to Addy’s defense telling Lindsie to leave as well.

Her heart was breaking for her friend; she never wanted to see her treated like this. Her eyes were darting around at the words people were saying to Lindsie. Addy had not even noticed Harry gripping her hand firmly.

Addy watched Ethan grab Lindsie by the hand to lead her outside. Harry wrapped his arms around Addy protectively being thankful that it was all done with. He could not believe Lindsie, but at least Addy had seen her true colors. Feeling a force push him away from her he glanced down to see Addy stepping out of his reach.

“Addy?” He questioned her seeing the distraught look on her face.

“She’s my friend Harry…” Addy took a step backward, her eyes pleading with him to not follow her. “I can’t let her leave like that…” Harry watched Addy chase after them before he too was running out of the door in her tracks. Was she really chasing after someone to make sure she was ok after everything she had done to Addy?

“Lindsie!” Addy called out trying to run as fast as she could in her heels. Kicking them off she made it to them just in time before they opened the door to the vehicle.

“I am sorry…” Adalyn grabbed and hugged her friend. She felt guilty about everything she had said. Feeling a set of arms wrap around her she felt relieved. “I am sorry too Addy. I just don’t understand why… and I was mad you didn’t tell me.”

Harry caught the tail end of Lindsie’s words. Seeing Addy hugging Lindsie made his blood boil again. Locking eyes with the blonde he watched as a devilish grin formed on Lindsie’s conniving lips. His breathing became faster seeing that she was playing into Addy’s sympathy for her. All of this was an act for a much greater plan.

“I know you didn’t mean it all.” Lindsie winked at the prince causing him to clench his teeth wanting to snatch Addy from within Lindsie’s grasp. After what she had pulled Addy should never have given her a second thought. “I hope you can forgive me.”

Addy broke away from the hug nodding her head silently. Glancing back behind her Addy saw Harry clearly upset at what he had witnessed. Addy had no idea why his hatred for Lindsie was so strong. She knew that she had to get to the bottom of it sooner rather than later and understand Harry’s side of things.

Lindsie calmly walked up to the prince with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Goodnight prince.” She smiled a crooked grin. Whispering so only Harry could hear her she said… “an eye for an eye Harry. An eye for an eye.” Heeding a warning to Harry.

“If you do anything to her… I swear to god Lindsie.” Harry made that a promise to her. With that Lindsie smiled and walked away. Seeing her finally leave made his body regain its state of calm.

Addy slowly stepped towards the prince turning his cheek to look away from the vehicle that had disappeared down the road. “Thank you for standing up for me.” Addy placed a soft kiss on his cheek thanking him.

It was hard for Harry to stay mad at her for following them out here. He knew she meant well, but Addy’s mind was clouded not thinking clearly. She had no idea what power she had given Lindsie. If only he could make Addy see Lindsie for whom she really was.

“Can we go home?” Addy snuggled her body into him. His anger subsided feeling her warmth surround Harry.

“Yeah. I am done for the night.” Harry’s voice was still hard. Taking a step towards the party he was pulled back by a small hand.

Meeting her eyes she held the prince’s gaze. “Please try and understand Harry. I have known her for a long time and I know she can be difficult…”

“Addy.” Harry brushed a piece of hair away from her eyes. “No one deserves to be treated like that. Especially by a friend and I won’t ever understand when it comes to Lindsie Tanner.” With that the prince turned and grabbed Addy’s hand in a hurry leading her inside to say goodbye to their friends.

Pushing back the covers Addy crawled into the bed beside Harry. Shimmying her body close to him Harry lifted his arm up so she could snuggle up to him. Resting her head on his shoulder she rubbed her toes against the bottom of his feet knowing that Harry was ticklish there.

“Quit that!” Harry chuckled. His hand ran smoothly up and down her back in a steady pace. “Addy….” He warned her sensing her toe running up and down his leg.

“Why? Don’t you like it?” Addy giggled still feeling the effects of the alcohol she had consumed.

“You are goof.” Harry pressed Addy’s body tighter against his.

“Will you spoon with this goof your highness?” Addy rubbed the tip of her nose against his smiling widely at the fact they were finally alone without any peering eyes watching their every move. She relished in the alone time she got with Harry where they could do anything they want and not worry.

“Turn around. I’m the big spoon.” He saw the pout forming on her upturned lips.

“You are always the big spoon… plus I like to look at you as long as I can before I fall asleep….” Her eyelids batted heavily struggling to stay awake. Harry had angled his body on his side allowing her to do what she asked. His arm circled around her frame, holding her in his arms to allow her to do just that.

Silence fell between them and all that could be hear was their steady breathing that had become synced. All that Harry could think of was how sexy Addy looked wearing his shirt. A smile crept up on his lips spreading wide as he watched Addy batting her eyes hard trying to stay awake.

“Go to sleep Addy….” He whispered before placing a goodnight kiss to her lips.

Addy fought hard not wanting to close her eyes and not see the prince. She could spend hours and hours searching the depths of his blue eyes or taking in every contour of his body, tracing it slowly with gentle touches trying to commit it to her memory, scared that she would eventually wake up from this dream.

Her eyes lids fluttered shut, succumbing to sleep. Harry was wide-awake thinking of the events of the night. His mind playing it over and over wondering if he had done right by Addy.

Harry knew that one thing was true. Addy did belong here. Right here beside him, in his arms.

His eyes fluttered open and then quickly shut trying to block out the morning sun from a bright intrusion. Stretching his legs out he gently nudged a warm body that was lying next to him. Immediately knowing that Addy was beside him brought a wide smile to his lips.

They had woken up in the middle of the night after Harry had another one of his terrible dreams. Addy had found him staring out the window mindlessly, trapped in the prison of his own mind. She coaxed him back to bed where one thing led to another as their bodies entwined having sex.

Forcing his eyes to open he was greeted with a beautiful sight. Addy was facing him, her head resting on his outstretched arm beneath her. He didn’t dare move to wake her from her seemingly peaceful slumber. Her mouth was slightly parted, breathing in a steady breath as her chest rose and fell easily.

He began to wonder how they both had gotten here; their journey with each other thus far. How he had left her for Afghanistan at the start of their relationship uncertain of what he would come back to. He was grateful for Addy, he knew at least that. There was a piece inside of him that wished that they could stay like this forever.

Quiet. Peaceful. Together.

Hearing his phone vibrate against the wooden frame of his bedside table Harry slowly reached behind him and yanked it off the charger. His eyes grew wide seeing that he had numerous calls from his private secretary Ed, his family, his friends, even Luther. His heart thumping in his chest, filling the empty spaces with worry.

17 missed calls.

Unlocking his phone quickly he read a message from Ed.

‘We need to talk. NOW.’

Edward had sent him a link to a news article to which Harry hurriedly opened.

His heart sank in his chest reading the words…

Is Prince Harry, England’s Most Eligible Bachelor, Off the Market?

Prince Harry, the third in line to the British throne, has reportedly been in a relationship with the beautiful brunette curator, Adalyn Mackenzie, since before Harry’s deployment to Afghanistan….

It was finally out. The whole world knew.

Harry scrolled through the article reading it through tightly pressed lips. Seeing a picture of him and Addy together from last night made the anger from deep within boil to the surface. Someone had taken it when they weren’t looking, an intimate moment shared between the two. A private moment that the world now had seen.

Someone had leaked it.

Someone had betrayed them.

He did not have the heart to wake Adalyn up, knowing that her world would now forever be changed the moment he would see her green eyes open. Placing his phone down he ignored the constant buzzing eventually turning his phone off. He gently brought Addy closer to him, careful not to wake her. Wrapping his arms around her in protectively praying that she would not wake up to this madness.

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I have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder...

I know what you’re thinking. I must be really clean right? I’m germaphobic. I will say that I’m clean but any more than a so called “normal” person. I do like things in a certain order. For example, my closet is organized to my specific liking but there’s so much more to Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Not all of us fear germs and are what you like to call neat freaks. It is fair to say that some do. I know there are other like myself who do compulsively clean but for me that side only really comes out at work. So here, I’m going to break down the truth about how my brain works for you. It’s much more than the stereotypes you’ve come to believe.

OBSESSIVE

For someone with OCD this is a word we are familiar with. We understand it more than the average person. So, here’s how it works. You’re going on about your day as normal when suddenly your mind shows you something that disturbs you. For example, sometimes when I enter a building I imagine my fingers being crushed in the door I’m walking through or when I’m cutting open boxes at work a flash image of slicing my hand open enters my mind. These pictures are called intrusive thoughts and I have to live with them daily. I’m sure the two I just mention don’t see that serious to you but that’s because of a few reasons.

First, those were some of the milder ones. I’ve had more disturbing ones, like my mom running over her dog. It never happened but I thought it would. Second, It’s not a one-time thing. The image or thought continues to show in your mind and the more you ignore it, the more persistent it becomes. It becomes something you start to fear. Once your mind creates this scenario there is no getting rid of it. It demands that you pay attention to it and you have no choice but to comply.

People who don’t fully understand always offer the advice ‘Just don’t think about it.’ That’s not as simple as it sounds and trust me if I could just not think about it I would but that isn’t an option for someone like me. I bet you’re still wondering where the word obsessive comes into play and it’s here. Basically this is all fear based. Your brain convinces you that this terrible thing will happen and you believe it whole heartily. Most of the time it’s something totally ridiculous, like the sun falling out of the sky and killing you. This isn’t actually one of my fears but you get the idea. You start to obsess over this thought until it becomes the only think you are able to think about. This leads to one of two things, a full blown panic attack or a compulsion. Neither thing is good.

COMPLUSIVE

Here’s where the cleaning stereotype comes into play. It’s not uncommon for someone to have a cleaning compulsion. I admit that on multiple occasions I’ve cleaned my entire apartment from top to bottom. Like the day I took everything out of the fridge, shelves and all, to clean it but not everyone has this exact compulsion. Mine tends to lean more towards organization. I know what you’re thinking and you’re wrong. Cleaning and organization are similar but they are not the same. For example, for Christmas my aunt gave me a bunch of her books. I spent twenty minutes trying to line them up exactly the way I needed them to be. Sometimes my brain says if it’s not perfect it’s wrong and it’ll will continue to bother you until you’ve fixed it. Another great example was dinner last night. I couldn’t eat my meal until the plate was exactly in the middle of the place mat and the fork and knife were even on each side of the plate. I also had to separate the food into perfect sections. Everything is a routine and everything has an order. There’s just no way around it. The thing about compulsions is, we don’t necessarily want to do them but we have to. Your brain tells you if you don’t line the books up straight something bad will happen. It all ties into your fears.

Compulsions happen because it distracts your mind from the thing you are afraid of. If you’re focusing all your attention on deep cleaning behind the oven or locking and unlocking the door eleven times, you aren’t thinking about what you’re scared will happen. That’s why these habits and rituals become vital to our daily lives. I can honestly tell you that I have some compulsions that I don’t fully understand. For example, I have the extreme need to change my socks at least four times a day and I’m terrified of placing my barefoot on the floor. I also must have a rubber band around my wrist at all times. Why you ask. I have no idea. There is just a voice in my head that says I have to. This voice convinces me that something terrible will happen if I don’t have one. I once had a boss you told me I couldn’t wear them and had to take them off. I responded by saying no. Just the mere thought of taking them off made me feeling panicked, so I wasn’t going to actually do it.

The thing is we are completely aware that these routines are ridiculous. We wish just as much as you do that we didn’t have to perform them but the urge to do so it too strong to fight. As much as we hate it, we would much rather just perform the task and move on from it, then try to battle it. Fighting it just leads to a panic attack which is extremely unpleasant.

PANIC ATTACKS

For someone who has never experienced this, consider yourself lucky because it is hell. Your hands shake, your muscles tighten, you’re in tears and you can’t breathe. It literally feels like you’re suffocating at times. This is what happens, you get your intrusive thought, then your brain tells you what compulsion to do but you don’t do it. Instead you try to force the image to go away, which never usually works. This starts the panic throughout your body. Once you’ve reached that point there is no stopping it. No compulsion will make this go away because now you’ve sent your mind on a downward spiral. You feel every muscle in your body tense up and your breathing quickens to the point that you feel like your chest is caving in. It can literally feel like you’re dying and most of the time we actually think that is happening. I usually end up in the fetal position, bawling like an idiot and feeling like the world is crashing down around me.

There are only a couple solutions when you’ve reached this state. You can either take antianxiety medication or suffer through it. Medication is a good quick fix but, at least in my case, those meds make me feel groggy. Suffering through it is brutal but possible. Anxiety doesn’t last forever. It will eventually peak and then go down. It’s getting there, that is the problem.

The worst thing about anxiety, whether it is caused by OCD or some other anxiety disorder, is there isn’t always a reason for it happening. Sometimes panic attacks come out of nowhere. The worst thing you can do when dealing with someone going through this is ask them what’s wrong. There isn’t always a reason, which can actually make the attack worse. Once a random attack happens you start to panic more, simply because you don’t understand where it’s coming from. Then you’re panicking because you’re panicking. It makes no sense I know but it happens. The more you push on someone that there must be a reason, the more panicked they will become. Instead, help them feel secure. Tell them they are safe and that you’re there. Help them slow down their breathing. Those things are crucial.

For someone with OCD, the panic could be caused but a sudden loss of control. I have specific routines that I preform every day. When they aren’t performed in the right order or I miss something I’m thrown off. It causes an easiness I can’t shake. I become agitated and stressed. Control is a big part of OCD. We tend to micromanage every aspect of our lives and when it doesn’t go the way we planned it, we fall apart. Everything becomes increasingly overwhelming and we can’t handle it. I will say though there is a perk to being like this. I can time manage beautifully. Time management has a lot to do with having game plan, which I am a big fan of. Sometimes routines are helpful but most of the time for someone like myself, it starts to control your life.

These are the daily struggles I have and hopefully now you understand that being clean doesn’t make someone OCD. So next time you say ‘I’m so OCD because I like my towels folded a certain way.’ Remember that’s not what OCD is. To be perfectly honest here, I do like my towels folded a specific way but unlike you if folded the wrong way it causes an uneasy/panic type feeling. I’m sure you just readjust them and move on. I will fold and refold until the feeling goes away. It’s not something you can just shove off. It’s so much more than that. Don’t judge us when we count things or avoid cracks in the sidewalks. Don’t tell us we are being stupid. We know it’s stupid but that doesn’t change the fact that we have to do it. Don’t tell us that it’s no big deal because to us it’s earth shattering.

It took me a while to get here but I’m no longer ashamed of my illness. I’ve learned that it’s just a part of who I am. I’m not the only one and there is help out there. Fortunately for me I have amazing family and friends who support me. I’ve explained this to multiple people that I know and they see my OCD differently. For those people who have taken the time to listen to us and try to actually understand, kudos to you. We need more people like you in the world.

For those people who laugh and respond by saying ‘I understand. I’m so OCD about (whatever it is that you’re particular about)’ You are not OCD. You don’t understand. Trust me, you don’t want the thoughts that I have and you honestly have no clue what you’re talking about. If you actually experienced what goes on in my head, you would wonder how I live through it every day. It’s difficult but I manage. It’s something you learn to handle over time, with the help of therapy, your support system, and/or medication.

For those of you still suffering through this and trying yourself to understand please know you are not alone. There are lots of us and we understand.

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