Chapitre 2: Chapter 2 - Unexpected Trouble
My life is a shitshow. It's 1am. I'm outside my house in the freezing cold. Sat on my own and losing the will to live. I'll run you through how the hell i got here...
I was staying at my Dad's for the night, with my younger half-siblings. One of them felt ill, so their wicked, son-of-a-cunt mother came to pick them up. I think from her nickname, you've guessed that my opinion on this woman is pretty poor. My Dad asked me to be civil and say hi, but i swear whenever i see this monster another side of me comes out and i can't control it; so i obviously didn't say hi. Long story short, we had the motherfucker of all arguments. So i walked home, and now i'm here. However, because i'm such a fuck up, my fuck up self forgot me key, so i can't let myself into my own house, and there's no way on earth i'm going back to the son-of-a-cunt's hellhole.
So i'm flicking through my blurred phone screen, thinking what weirdo is going to be up at 2am. Eureka! I see it. I see 'Your C'.
I press ring and hope for the best. But turns out i don't know what the best outcome is. After thinking and overthinking everything i should say, he picks up-
C - "Who's this?"
HJ - "Hi, erm.. Christopher it's Harper from the gig last week"
C - "Hey sweet what's up, you okay?"
HJ - "I need your help Christopher, where are y-"
C - "Give me you location, I'm coming to get you."
HJ- "Okay J i'll send it over now"
C - "Ill be there as soon as i can, hold on."
I look up from my self pity and see a black BMW pull up outside my house, a strong leg covered in a black buckle boot kicks the door open, and his face emerges.
Instant peace enters me, i felt safe. Christopher was here.
I get up and run into the car, crying from happiness, and fear. He cocoons me with his arms and pulls me into his chest. Softly stroking my head and letting out 'shhhh', I slowly come round and start to relax. I sit up in the passenger seat and he wipes my last tear away whilst taking off his jacket and shrouded me.
He said "baby who's done this to you".
I replied "It's a long story Christopher, please just take me back to yours, please"
With the blaring heat and Christopher's big jacket shrouding over me, I fell asleep, I must be exhausted with all this fucking crying because of that son-of-a-cunt.
Christopher's P.O.V
I'm gonna find out who's done this, and when i do, i'm protecting her from them at all costs, i don't give a shit who it is.
Harper's P.O.V
When we arrive he gets out the car and opens my door, i keep my eyes shut although i awake from the sheer exhaustion I'm feeling. He slides one arm behind my back and one under my legs and carries me inside, tiptoeing up the stairs and trying his hardest not to wake me, bless him. He lies me down on the queen size bed and gets a shirt out the wardrobe and carefully dresses me in it, he then ties my hair back and lies my head back, pulling the duvet over me. I hear the extractor fan come on as he goes in the bathroom, as it goes off again i feel a draft of cold air hit my back, as a warm chest covers it back up. I feel Christopher's heartbeat on my back as he starts to run his fingers up my arm and through my hair. Pure fucking bliss.
From the sense that someone's watching me, i open my eyes and see the delicious man himself sat before me. How the fuck have i gone from feeling like the shittiest person in the world, to feeling like the fucking luckiest. Well i mean, thankyou son-of-a-cunt, i've had one of the best nights because of you.
Christopher says in his raspy voice, "Morning Harper, did you get to sleep okay?" while pushing his bed hair out of his face.
I replied "like a baby, thankyou so so much Christopher you've treated me so well"
He tells me to stay in bed while he goes and makes me breakfast, he comes back up with tea and toast and says
"this is what you Brits like right?"
i laughed "yeah Christopher, this is what we like"
We sit in bed - he's topless and i'm wearing his fucking shirt, i need a defibrillater - and he asks me the dreaded question of what the fucking fuck happened last night. I told him EVERYTHING, a timeline of my shitshow from 2011 to 2021. You know what, he was the most understanding person i think i've ever told, and do you know why? Because my son-of-a-cunt is just like Christopher's son-of-a-bitch ex-girlfriend. Turns out we know of the same species.
As i'm getting dressed, he tells me if i EVER need a place to stay then i'm always welcome wherever he is, and that i've got his number if i ever need to ring him, night or day. I thank him again for everything he's done and we get back into his car and drops me off. I spend the whole entire car journey staring aimlessly into every part of him, i probably look like a creep but when will i get the opportunity again you know? you need to grasp these things with both hands, even if it is just slightly illegal.
I think my luck is just starting to change.
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