Hero

"Mummy, where are you going?" The small, seven year old asked from her position on the couch, two slices of cheese pizza sat on the table and a half finished Coke can as said mum rushed around fixing her hair. The little girl's lips quivered as she watched her older sister Charlotte getting her coat on, not understanding why she was being left behind again.

"Come on girls, the Richards will already be there. We cannot be late. This business deal is very important." Her father said fixing his tie as he scooped up Charlotte and headed out not casting a second glance at the lonely child sat on the couch with tears welling in her wide innocent eyes.

"Bye, Amelia. Make sure you don't make a mess. Meredith will take you to school tomorrow." Her mother called from the large hallway, before the three of them left. Charlotte waving smugly at Amelia before they all closed the front door leaving Amelia alone to watch her SpongeBob and eat the overpriced cheese pizza. Alone. As always.

A quiet sniffle echoed through the empty house as little Amelia wondered why she couldn't be more like Charlotte and why her parents couldn't love her like they loved Lottie.

I sat up in the bed rubbing my eyes tiredly after the sad flashback I had of when I was younger. I groaned, I could almost taste the horrid cheese on the pizza. I sighed heavily, memories resurfacing of my family and my life at home before I came here even after all my attempts to bury them in the sand. I groaned lowly, the absolute last thing I wanted to do was to phone home but I knew I needed to. I needed to know what Dean was doing in New York working with a villain and how that came about. Were him and Charlotte even a thing anymore?

Reaching over after a moments hesitation I gently shook Harry's clothed shoulder. When we originally went to sleep my back was pressed against his front loosely with a casual arm slung around my waist however after my repeated flashbacks I tossed and turned a lot making Harry move away in his sleep. He now lay with his face buried in the pillow.

A low grainy groan rumbled through his chest as he turned over, eyes squinted with sleep however he still managed to turn his head and glare at me.

"I swear to god, if you don't have a fucking valid reason for waking me up, the funeral directory number is on my desk." He dead panned, his voice sounding deeper than usual and extra husky. It warmed at my insides as I tried to fight my grin at his solemn words.

"I want to call my family. . But I'm. . Scared. ." I trailed off as I sat there with crossed legs staring at his scrunched up face. He grunted before lazily lifting himself up onto one hand to gaze at me more softer than before.

"What's to be scared of, baby?" He asked.

I sighed, shrugging my shoulders.
"It's. . Complicated? I guess. I just haven't spoken to them since I spontaneously left," I mumbled fiddling with my fingers as I peeked up at him to see him looking at me with a concentrated face.

"Call them. You'll be fine, I know you will." He spoke with such confidence that a slow smile spread across my face, my cheeks flushing pink slightly at his vote of confidence that I really needed right about now. He didn't know how amazing he was.

"Okay, I will." I said nodding my head with a bright smile aimed at Harry. "Thanks, Harry." I said shyly. He gave me a small lift of his lips before his deadpann expression returned full force.

"Now, was it necessary to wake me at the asscrack of dawn just for that. Couldn't it have waited till a less ungodly hour?" He scoffed although I knew he was only being half serious. I tried to fight my grin as he flopped back down-- face first into his pillow.

"It's eight Harry." I said with a small scoff.

"Fucking, precisely. Now let me sleep, woman."

"Ass." I muttered turning over and also lying down deciding that he was right, it was a little early.

"It's too early for sweet talk, Amelia." I just scoffed in response and swatted his shoulder making him chuckle quietly and tug me towards him, allowing me to rest my head on his chest.

I grinned pressing a kiss to his chest before I settled down and let the quietness of the room envelop me.

*

I sat cross legged on top of the island counter with my phone sat in front of me as I chewed on my lip anxiously not finding the courage within me to actually pick it up and call the people that mistreated me my entire life. What I hated is that all my years spent there all I ever wanted was to gain their approval in something, however I never did manage too.

Harry was off, tracking Gigi and the other two that he had sent to Louis' base so the house was fairly quiet allowing me the perfect time to sort this mess out. I needed to know what Dean was doing here, he'd clearly proved that he was a dangerous man and I needed to know wether Charlotte was okay or not, I mean, God knows what he might've put her through. She was never nice to me or ever treated me with any respect however she was still my sibling. My only other sibling in the entire world and as much as I dislike her, I wouldn't want her to be hurt.

With a heaving sigh I picked up the mobile and dialled the familiar number as I awaited a response with baited breath, my heart pounding erratically in my chest as I felt my mouth dry with anticipation.

Ring Ring.
Ring Ring.
Ring Ri--

"Hello, Mrs Cambridge speaking, how may I be of assistance?"  The familiar voice of my mother spoke, the answer to the phone being the same answer that I had always heard her give when I was still around. My heart gave a pang.

"Hello?"

"Um. . Hi, Mum. ." I trailed off I unsurely not sure what to say or how to say it. I was still hurt over her betrayal and disbelief towards the abuse I received from Jake and I'm more than sure that she probably finds me a complete nuisance for running away from my problems and probably for embarrassing her among her fellow business partners and nosy neighbours.
"I-it's me, Amelia. ."

"Amelia?. . "  I held my breath as silence lapsed between us after she realised who was on the phone, I bit my lip, my mind already tortured since last night of possible reactions from her. She was going to be angry I knew that. But somewhere deep down-- a stupid part of me was hoping that maybe after my abrupt exit, she may have realised that she. . I don't know, loved me? Missed me?

"How dare you call this house again you insufferable child! Do you even realise what embarrassment me and your father had to face? And don't even get me started on poor, poor, Jake. You conniving little girl." She hissed venomously after seeming to find her tongue. I winced at the harsh words, feeling a lump growing in the back of my throat as I swallowed thickly. So, she was still siding with Jake.

I sniffled quietly.

"No, mum, I-I didn't want to leave, you have to understand. . I had no choice, Jake he-he. ."

"No!" She snapped shutting me up immediately as I bit my cheek as my eyes stung with oncoming tears. She was still the same, never letting me explain myself ever since I was a child. Never allowing me to fit in. Always blaming me, over the neighbours kids. Whenever there was an argument between me and another child, I was always blamed. My own mother never even took my side, she allowed me to get scolded my frightening ladies with designer purses after their children had hit me, or called me nasty names. Never ever believing that I could be the innocent one, I was always at fault. No matter the situation.

Charlotte received bad grades, I apparently distracted her too much. So of course, I got the following punishment.

Dad tripped over Charlottes toys, the toys suddenly became mine and I should've tidied.

Mum's dinner party's went wrong when I didn't help, it was because of that. If they went wrong when I did help, it was because of that.

It was exhausting.

"I will not hear a word against that sweet, sweet, boy you ungrateful brat, we gave you everything, he gave you everything and how do you repay us? With humiliation amongst business partners and neighbours for being associated to the runaway child-- and for heavens sake! Stop calling me mum, you will now address me as Mrs Cambridge." She snarled making me whimper under my breath as the tears that I tried hard to hold in one by one trickled down my cheeks, leaving wet trails as I sniffed.

A cold laugh erupted on the other end.

"Let me guess? You're crying! God, if it wasn't for the humiliation I would say you did us a favour by running away." She laughed scornfully as I hastily wiped my face with the sleeve of my sweater that was so large it went past my fingertips. My chest ached at her hurtful words and I could feel the pained sobs waiting to be released but I had to hold on, I had to complete the objective of the phone call.

"Where's. ." My voice broke from my silent crying making me clear my throat and try again. "Where's Lottie?" I asked quietly as tears trickled down my cheeks unable to stop. My voice was getting thicker and my eyes were beginning to become irritated.

"I don't believe that is any of your concern, now if you'll excuse me, we are going out for a family meal." She replied nastily emphasising the fact that they were going out as a family as she knew all I'd ever wanted was to be accepted into their tight little unit and to be able to go out with them and enjoy myself. My chest ached but I felt a comforting warmth wash over me making me raise my eyes to the empty doorway as Harry appeared around the corner. His eyebrows were furrowed and jaw clenched into a familiar expression of irritation.  Another tear trailed down my cheek as Harry observed it, his jaw clenching tighter and his irritated expression quickly transforming to furious.

I looked away.

"Okay, Mu-. . Er, Mrs Cambridge, I just need to now whether Dean and Lottie are still together or not. ." I sniffled wiping my face with my now damp sweater sleeve, cringing at how calling my mother by her full name sounded-- god what must Harry be thinking.

"Oh wouldn't you like to know. Was sabotaging your own relationship not enough that you had to sabotage your sisters as well? And do not call her Lottie!" My mother hissed making my eyes widen. So, they weren't together then. I closed my eyes in relief but then they snapped open as I caught on to her full sentence. Me? What the hell did I do.

"S-sabotage?. . What?. . " I stammered unable to wrap my head around anything that she was saying as Harry watched on with a frown.

"Oh don't act stupid you pathetic little girl! Dean told us all about your little rendezvous' behind Lottie's back," She scoffed. "You always were jealous of your sister." With that she hung up leaving me with my mouth wide open with renewed tears threatening to spill as I was robbed of any chance of explaining myself to my own mother who now hated me more than ever. How. . Could Dean lie about such things to my own family? He knew that we were always on rocky terms but. . He's gone and made it ten times worse. A sob broke through my mouth as my face crumpled completely, any self control slipping out of the window as I heard Harry mutter a curse.

He reached over prying the phone from my hand and setting it on the counter before he tugged me gently towards the edge of the counter, my newfound height making us nearly even as he pressed his large hand against my back and encouraged me towards his chest. I sobbed loudly wrapping my arms around his neck as I nuzzled his collarbone.

"Shh, sweetheart. Calm down, it's alright," he cooed pressing a kiss to my hair as he rubbed my lower back with his large hand. I fisted the back of his shirt as I cried.

"N-no it's not!" I exclaimed in agony, finally breaking down after months of holding myself together and ignoring the fact that my family may be angry at me. They've always disliked me, but this-this is another level. They now despise me, they think I ruined my sisters relationship. How could Dean do that to me?

Harry silently comforted me until my tears slowed and my sobs turned to sniffles and the occasional hiccup. I pushed back slightly, my hands resting on his large biceps, my hands only covering a small portion of them.

Lifting the bottom of his T-Shirt up he began to mop my face dry with it, clearly not bothered with getting his shirt wet as he dried my tears with the soft material, a small triangle of taut stomach on display before he dropped it down again.

"What happened, baby, Hm?" He asked slowly as if talking to a wounded child. I hiccuped and pouted my lips softly at him silently asking for a kiss as he chuckled and complied, pecking me softly as he rolled his eyes playfully. I played with the edge of his shirt as I thought over my answer to his question, coming to the conclusion that I may as well start from the beginning.

I sighed reaching up to press a kiss to his jawline and then his lips, however he seemed to catch on to my stalling techniques and gently pushed me away with a stern raise of his brow.

"Stop stalling, baby." He said with a glare making me frown as I stared at him. I sniffled gathering myself together to fill him in to what really happened back home, the real reason why I was currently sat here in New York City, the reason why I never mentioned my family, the reason why I never got, nor made any phone calls home or to supposed friends who missed me. I know he'd noticed all these but he had refrained from questioning me, I guess with everything going on there was never a chance to, but there was now. . I guess.

Note:
Hi this was supposed to be up two days ago oops

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