11. chapter 11
"There's so much
shit that your father took to the grave with him, Harry." Bobby was now twirling a pen between his fingers with ease, his eyes focused on the object. "But luckily, I was close enough with the man to know some things.Your father trusted me with his life, son. You just need to know that."
I nodded unconsciously, my mind still a bit buzzed.
The Enforcers killed my father.
"Your father loved you, Harry.
So much," he sighed. I could feel him staring at me, waiting for me to respond with something. But, I
couldn't. I didn't. "You probably don't believe me right now, but everything he did was to protect you. He always put you first, Harry."
I scoffed. "Bullshit," I spat. "All Darien did was care about himself." I gritted my teeth at the sound of my father's name leaving my lips. "He was a selfish man. A man who was ungrateful for everything that life had given him."
"After Anne died Harry," Bobby continued, despite my remark. My heart dropped at the sound of my mom's name. I shuddered. "He was lost. So lost," he said, staring into my eyes. He shook his head in disbelief. "Your father was absolutely lost without her." I met his eyes. "They created you-
a phenomenon in the Extra society."
"Wait," I sighed. "There's
more of us out there?"
Bobby simply nodded. "Your father kept this away from you as well. He didn't want you to worry about it. It was for your safety, Harry. The less you knew...the better."
My mind is reeling with thoughts right now. Father didn't tell me anything. He kept everything as a secret from me.
"What do you mean by a
Bobby swallowed nervously. He averted my gaze.
He wasn't going to tell me what he meant. I knew it. I could feel it.
"I can always find out, Bobby," I threatened. "I can go and ask the Enforcers myself."
He busted out into a fit of laughter. "You are stupid, my boy! If you do something as stupid as that, you will be on every Extras hitlist! Do you understand me?"
His eyes were wide. His fists clenched. A light red flush over his face. "Yes," I responded.
Bobby reached underneath his desk and threw a newspaper in my direction. I caught it in both of my hands and read the headline:
Billionaire Harry Styles Wanted for Illegal Activities
I shook my head in denial before throwing the newspaper back on his desk. "Illegal activities?"
"The Enforcers can feed the human race as much shit as they want to. It's all lies...absolute
"Your father never wanted to tell you what was different about you Harry. But, I guess I'll have to tell you since he's gone now," he sighed, "and obviously this decision is coming back around to bite you in the ass."
Bobby raised his hand up in the air, silencing me. "Let me finish, son." He clasped his hands in front of him and inhaled deeply. "This is important." He ran his hand across his stubbled chin and sighed. "Your mother and father were both Extras. Some of the most powerful ones I have ever met." I watched as his memories with my parents flashed in front of his eyes. "Anne and Darian had abilities which most of us were not lucky enough to possess." He swallowed. "I always used to tease them about how powerful their child would be if they ever had one. But, it was only a
joke." His tone was much serious now. "A
I crossed my legs in front of me and watched Bobby tentatively. "We all knew that it was illegal for a child to be born from two Extras. The Enforcers long ago had witnessed such a situation." His attention averted elsewhere in the room. "The child became too powerful. His powers ultimately consumed him. They ate him alive...to the point where he committed suicide." Bobby sighed, and let out a shaky breath. "That's ancient history for our race."
He brought his attention back towards me. "But anyways despite all the warnings and stories passed along in the Extra society...your parents had a child together. And that child was y-you. It was you Harry.
"That is why the Enforcers want you dead," Bobby continued. "Have you ever realized how powerful you are in comparison to others?" I shook my head. Bobby chuckled a little. "When you were a child, I used to work with you sometimes on teaching you how to control your powers. You were six when we started, and you nearly burnt down this very house with your pyrokinesis ability," he smiled. "That's when I knew that you were different, Harry," he said solemnly. "Too bad the Enforcers don't enjoy
My mind is running in circles right now. Why didn't my father tell me any of this? Why did he think this was not important? I'm wanted by the Enforcers because of something I had no control over.
"You are a threat, Harry. A threat to the entire world," Bobby confessed to me. "Your father was a threat as well...he knew this. This is why he made the ultimate sacrifice. For a long period of time, your father was trying to commit suicide, Harry."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My throat started to become dry, and my eyes were burning...stinging with tears.
"Because of what the Enforcers believed him to be?"
"Sadly," Bobby confirmed. "Your father was eating himself alive because of the life he gave you. He wanted nothing but the best for you Harry...which is why he promised to hand himself over to the Enforcers if they would let you live as much of a normal life as possible, and never return back to England. When you first left for the States, the Enforcers did not consider you to be that much of a threat. You had little knowledge about your abilities and much more back then. But, that day you returned to England...," he trailed off. "How did you get there in the first place, son?"
"Liv," I replied honestly. "She's like us. She's an Extra."
"With teleporting abilities?" I nodded. "Did you see Luke?" he spoke through gritted teeth. I nodded again. "He's a sick and twisted man, just like his father."
"Who is his father?"
"Lionel Clinton, leader of the Extra government."
"Oh," I replied back short.
"But, back to your father," Bobby continued. He shut his eyes. "For all these years, you have thought your father committed suicide. But, he didn't."
Everything was lies.
Lies. Lies. Lies.
I clenched my fists. "Your father began to invest in all of the wrong magic. He tried to become involved with dark magic because he knew it was suicide. It would heighten his abilities, which he knew the Enforcers did not want to happen. He also never wanted to let the Enforcers even have the chance to kill him. He would never be killed by the hands of the enemy."
My father was never afraid or terrified to smite anyone. He was never afraid to challenge anyone.
"He knew the Enforcers would feel threatened. Now, your father was not only irritating the Enforcers, he was also causing them to wait at a standstill as well because he created you, Harry." Bobby pointed at me and I swallowed slowly. "An abomination in their eyes," he continued. " A wonderful blessing to your father and mother."
My eyes began to fill with tears. I was an abomination...b-but yet my father still protected me. After all these years, I never knew that he cared for me. He never expressed that to me at least.
"Harry, you are a phenomenal young man with amazing talents," Bobby spoke sincerely. "Everytime I look at you, I can see my childhood friend, my best-friend. You look just like him. You have the same presence as him and everything."
I stared at Bobby as his face flushed as thoughts aboug my father raced across his mind. I'm not the only person my father has affected. In that moment, I realized that he meant so much to people.
"Your father gave me hope Harry." Bobby's eyes were slightly red now, as he began to reminesce. He wiped the side of his scruffy jaw with his hand. "I thought that maybe...just maybe your father would have shown the Enforcers on how unharmful you would be to society. You aren't the only offspring from two Extras to ever live. There's more of you guys out there. In fact..."
Bobby stared into space and clenched his jaw as his mind went elsewhere. His mind went blank. "Bobby?" I asked curiously, my eyebrow slightly raised.
He wanted to tell me something. I could tell. But, he bit his tongue to refrain from doing so. "Nevermind," he spoke. He let out a breathy sigh and propped his elbows underneath his head. "I think that's enough for today, Harry," he spoke nonchalantly. "Dinner should be ready by now. Greg should be done cooking."
"Oh, okay," I responded. I took this as my cue to leave and I rose up from the chair slowly. Wiping my face with the palm of my hand, I sighed. I looked over at Bobby who was twirling a pen in his fingers again, ignoring my presence. I walked out of the doorway and shut the door behind me. I waited a few seconds at the door, feeling immediately refreshed. Fresh air filled my lungs, and an amazing amount of pressure was lifted off my chest.
Once I started walking down the hallway, I didn't think of anything. My mind was blank. Just like Bobby's. But, as I was walking I swore I heard the sound of things hitting the wall...some yelling...some crying.
Bobby was torn apart now...and I didn't even know how I felt at all.
Harry walked back into the room and sat down on the bed next to me. I was scrolling through different apps on my phone, and I glanced up. His eyes were low. His face sullen, a look of...I don't even know strewn across his face.
"Hey," I said, placing my hand on top of his thigh. "What's wrong?"
He looked up at me through his hooded eyes, his long eyelashes. "Nothing."
I sighed in discontent. "Harr-"
"Don't Harry me," he snapped before letting out a shaky breath. A red flush was washed over his cheeks. "Just drop it." I quickly removed my hand away from his lap and crossed my arms over my chest. "Please," he added, much more laid back.
"Okay," I smiled back the best I could. I sighed again. Harry glanced over at me.
"C'mon Liv," he spoke. "Greg has dinner ready."
He stood up from the bed and offered me his hand. I took it and raised myself off the bed. We walked out of the room, hand in hand. I looked over at Harry who was nervously looking ahead.
What the hell happened?
He looks like he's seen a ghost or something. His cheeks are flushed, his skin a little pale.
I squeezed his hand comfortingly, causing him to glance over at me quickly. This is again one of those times when I could read his mind.
We walked down the stairs, and turned the corner to enter the dining room. It was pretty basic. Wooden tables, wooden chairs, plates placed neatly on individual placemats. Niall was sitting at the table, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "There you guys are!" He had a contagious bright smile on his lips, that I couldn't help but mimic. The corners of my lips pulled up into a smile. "You all should be lucky that you got in here before the food was on the table. I'm a hungry and growing man."
I laughed. "I thought everyone was done growing by the time they were 18, Niall!"
"Welp, that's not the case for me. I got 6 more years because I'm special," he responded, his eyebrow cocked upwards.
Niall's eyes shifted over to Harry, who was standing silently beside me. Our fingers were still interlaced. "H?" Niall asked. Harry glanced over at Niall and swallowed. "I'm fine, Niall," he said, as he pulled a chair out from underneath the table.
As Harry was sitting down, Niall looked over at me.
"What's wrong with him," he mouthed.
"I don't know," I replied while shrugging my shoulders.
Harry rested his elbow on the table, and let out a hefty sigh. To save us from the awkward silence, a man walked in from the kitchen. This must be Greg.
I watched as Greg walked in with two pans stacked on top of each other. He looked just like Niall, but an older version of him. He has dark brown hair instead of blonde hair like Niall's. But, he had the same crystal blue eyes and contagious smile just like his younger brother.
He sat the pans on the table and looked over at me. "So this is the infamous Liv Knight," he smirked. He glanced over at his brother and laughed. "You didn't tell me she was so pretty, Niall." Harry cleared his throat which caused me to look over at him. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down in his throat as he swallowed slowly, his jaw clenched. "Calm down, Harry," Greg said jokingly. "I know she's yours. No need to get all pissy."
I'm all his...
"Where's Dad?" Greg asked Niall as he pulled out a chair from underneath the table. He sat down in the chair.
"I dunno," Niall responded. I pulled out a chair from the table as well, and sat down slowly. "Probably in his office again. You know how the man is."
I wanted to meet this Bobby guy. Obviously, him and Harry had an interesting conversation as he does not want to speak to anyone anymore.
Not even me.
"So Liv," Greg spoke as he uncovered the pans in the middle of the table. In one pan was about a dozen rolls and in the other was a big pan of baked spaghetti. Niall's eyes lit up with delight and I laughed. "where are you from?"
"New York." Niall already grabbed the pan of spaghetti and began to scoop out a big piece of it.
"Oh. Well how'd you meet this one over here?" He pointed at Harry, who was staring blankly at the white plate in front of him. I cleared my throat a little. Did I really want to tell the complete truth? Or?
"Well, we're both Extras," I responded. I decided to tell them
part of what happened. "So we kinda got to know each other because of that." "Ah," Greg mumbled. "Well Niall and I are not Extras as you know...because my mom and Niall's mom were like our father."
I nodded. "Interesting," I said before twirling some spaghetti around my fork and placing it in my mouth.
God, this was so good.
"What are your abilities, Liv?" Niall asked while practically inhaling some more spaghetti. He smiled nervously as a dab of pasta sauce was on the corner of his mouth. He quickly wiped it away before clearing his throat.
"I'm a telepath, like every other Extra." Bobby nodded while twirling spaghetti around his fork. "And I am a teleporter."
"Niceeee," Niall said while slurping a spaghetti noodle into his mouth. I smiled. "So you can go wherever you want?"
Harry groaned in annoyance as his face was resting in his hand on his propped up elbow. An unamused look was spread across his face. I kicked his leg underneath the table, causing his eyes to widen. "
Ouch," he grumbled before glancing over at me with a deep scowl spread across his lips. I brought my attention back over to Niall. "Pretty much," I say while shrugging my shoulders. "No biggie."
"No biggie," Niall mocked me before falling into a fit of laughter. "If I could do something like that, I would think I was the greatest person on this planet."
I smiled nervously. "Well," I began. "Everything isn't as great as it seems." I sniffled a little. "Besides, I like to think of myself as just like everyone else. I'm no different. I'm just like you, Niall."
He scoffed in disagreement. "Whatever you say Liv..."
The rest of the dinner went by smoothly. There were lots of silent moments, where the only thing you could hear was the sound of our forks twirling on our plates. Harry barely touched his plate, a stoic look on his face the entire time.
Harry scooted his chair back away from the table and stood up rather quickly. "Excuse me," he grumbled, not even bothering to look up. He walked out of the room, leaving Niall, Greg and I still sitting at the table.
"Uhmm...I apologize for him," I told Greg and Niall. "S-Sorry I just have no idea what's wrong with him tonight."
Niall smiled a little. "It's fine, Liv. But, there's definitely something wrong with him. I know my best friend."
I nodded. "I'm going to check up on him," I said while getting up from my chair and pushing it underneath the table. "Thank you so much for dinner, Greg. It was lovely."
"Anything for our guests," he said accompanied by a charming smile.
And with that, I left the room and ran up the staircase. Before I could turn the corner on the second floor, I bumped into a tall figure. "Sor-" I looked up, only to meet a pair of blue eyes. The man was wearing a striped dress shirt, which was slightly unbuttoned now. Khaki colored slacks. The man looked like an even older version of Niall. Do all of the Horan men look alike?!
"Wait," I spit out. "Are you Bobby?"
His lips pulled up into a small smile. "You must be Liv," he responded. "Nice to meet you. Yes, I am Bobby...Mr. Horan."
"Nice to meet you too...
uh...Mr. Horan." I smiled nervously as he backed away from me a bit.
"Where are you off to?"
I raked my fingers through my hair. "Oh, I'm just off to find Harry. He left dinner and I wanted to see what was wro-"
"I think he's fine. He just needs a moment to himself that's all."
I raised my eyebrow. "Do you have anything to do with what's going on right now?"
His eyes locked with mine. "It's Harry's decision to tell you what's going on. Not mine," he responded rather stiffly. He cleared his throat and folded his arms across his chest.
More secrets? Really?
I swallowed the newly formed lump in my throat and sighed. "I still want to go and check up on him though, so excuse me." I walked around Mr. Horan and I began to walk down the hallway. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked and I shivered. Well, that was weird.
Weird as hell.
I made it back down to my room where I turned the door knob and pushed the door open. The lights were off, a small amount of moonlight shining through the curtains of the window.
I found Harry sitting on the edge of my bed. Sadness was surrounding him, his shadow almost daunting. His head was resting in between his legs, his curly hair falling in front of his face.
I shut the door behind me and his attention shot up. He glanced over at me and began staring at a wall, his face flushed. His green eyes slightly red.
I walked towards him and sat down on the edge of the bed. Our thighs touched each other, a moment of silence passing between us.
"Harry," I cooed, while sitting next to him. "I'm sorry." I wrapped my arm around his waist and rested my chin on his shoulder. He immediately stiffened.
"Sorry for what?"
Glancing down, I cleared my throat. "I don't know," I replied in all honesty. "I just want you to know that I'm here for you...I always will be."
He began to relax a little. Harry rested his head on top of mine and I could feel his chest rising and falling. I looked up at him, only to see tears rolling down his cheeks.
My heart broke into a million pieces as I watched a tear roll down his cheek and hit his dress shirt. Small sniffles escaped him and I felt my eyes begin to fill with tears. I knew better than to say anything in that moment. He needed this.
He was in pain. So, I let him have his moment. And I let him cry on my shoulder because at this very moment, I knew that we only had each other to look after. It was just us.
"I'm so sorry." The words fell out of my mouth again. I couldn't help it. I genuinely sad for this man. He's lost everything...his life...everything.
Well so did you, Liv.
I know. But, my life burned right away in that fire a few years ago. My parents and brother took all the life I had to the grave with them. Harry still has a chance to live a life.
A wonderful life.
I thought back to earlier when I saw the butterfly tattoo drawn intricately across his tanned chest.
I placed my hand over his torso and I heard him inahle deeply. "What did
this tattoo mean?"
He sniffled. "I don't know," he rasped out. "I just felt the need to get it."
"Do you want to know what I think it means?" I shifted a little so I could look directly into his eyes. His pained eyes. "I think it means that you plan on flying away someday...escaping from all this
bullshit." I grabbed ahold of his hands. "Does it give you hope, Harry?"
He nodded a little. "But, do you want to know what else gives me hope Olivia?" Harry squeezed my hands and placed them on his lap. He glanced down. "
A smile spread across my lips. "Why me?"
"Because...like I said there's something different about you. And I think you have begun to change me...in a good way..."
And with that, Harry looked up at me. My fingers slightly grazed across his cheek and he closed his eyes. "You're amazing, you know that?" I pressed a chaste kiss to his lips and pulled away, resting my forehead on his own.
"I might actually believe you one day when you say that, Liv."
I exhaled. "I hope so too, Harry...I really hope so."