Seventeen Forever - PoynterJudd - 5/6
Title: Seventeen Forever
Author: Olivia
Part: 5/6
Rating: 15+
Pairing: PoynterJudd
Genre: Fluff and a bit of Adventure. A very Alternate Universe.
Summary: Two boys become friends and fall in love. Is it right to destroy one’s life if it means being together forever, or should you just let them go? Is there even a right thing to do?
Warning: A few swear words every now and then. Abuse and death are themes in this story.
Disclaimer: Do not own Harry, Dougie or anyone else. This has never happened, nor am I insinuating it has.
Prompt: Disney Challenge, i chose Tuck Everlasting; the movie was based on the novel of the same name written by Natalie Babbitt.
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“Dougie” his grandmother yelled shooting a deathly glare at him, trying to force him into action. “Get away from him”
“Harry?” Dougie turned his head up to me. His eyes watery and lip pouted, utter confusion spread across his face. “What’s going on?”
I held on to the confused boys hand tighter, trying to comfort him. “I don’t understand,” I whispered to him, trying not to alarm the angry woman. “How does she know?”
“Know what?” Dougie whispered back, still as confused as ever. His ignorance obviously radiating from his form as he shifted his eyesight between me and his grandmother.
“Don’t move,” she yelled before slamming to door, presumably calling the police.
“You told her about me, didn’t you?” I accused, his blue eyes instantly boring into mine as he vocally denied, and that’s when it clicked.
I should have recognised his eyes, they were the spitting image of a girl I had come across seventy years ago in town. She must have been his grandmother. Of course she recognised me, its not often you see someone completely unchanged over such a time span.
“I promise I didn’t tell her anything,” he whined, his pout turning the corners of those familiar blue eyes downwards.
“It’s okay” I hushed, running my hands through his untidy lock, “I know it wasn’t you” I mumbled, my head caught up in the day I had met his grandmother.
It was a warm spring day; the day the town market was usually took place in the city centre. Everyone would wear his or her Sunday best, however, this Sunday was different, it was the end of the war, and everyone was celebrating. The town held festivities, merry music flowed much like the cider. The young children played games in the town centre, while the elders told the parents fables about their own childhood.
I stood on the outskirts of town, hiding behind a tree while watching the celebrations as they unfolded. I wasn’t allowed in the town, my father fearful that getting too friendly would mean we would have to leave all that sooner. I watched the children, they ran around constantly kicking up dust and ruining their clothes, but no one seemed to notice or care. Everything looked perfect.
Suddenly a young girl, of only 5 fell down. Her tears were falling through her dust-covered face and her cries intensified as she noticed blood staining her pink dress. I ran over immediately to her, I was the only one who noticed her fall and I cleaned up her wound, reassuring her the dress was not ruined. Her eyes were the clearest blue I had seen, she gave me a grin as way of thankyou, and returned playing with the children.
She was the only person in the village that knew about me. Out of all the people I could have befriended, it had to be her grandson.
The door suddenly slammed, pulling me out of my daze, an old man limped from the doorframe, his cane waved around in the air as he drunken slurs tumbled from his lips.
Dougie gasped, this obviously wouldn’t turn out well for either of us. That’s when I pulled his hand and began running into the woods.
“Harry, stop” he cried as his legs unwillingly followed mine through the virescent maze. “He’s going to hit me” his voice cracked, but I kept running. “Please, let’s go back okay? We can talk this through”
“We cant,” I mumbled, steering us through the windy trail through the spring and along towards my home.
“Harry listen to me” Dougie struggled trying to pull his hand out of my strong grip.
“Fuck’s sake” I snapped back, throwing his weaker body into a tree trunk. “I have to fucking leave,” I yelled, as he smaller body flinched, his arms raised to protect his face.
I sighed, utter disgust over-washing my body. I was just as bad as his grandfather; it’s strange how when you want nothing but to protect someone, you ultimately end up hurting them.
“Sorry,” I muttered, forcing this arm down and wrapping my body around his. “I’m so sorry, I just-” I sighed, running my lips through his oily hair. “I don’t want to leave you”
“Then don’t” he reasoned, mumbling into my chest. “You can take me with you”
“I wish I could, but you belong here,” I said releasing his body, only to have him cling tighter to me. “Doug, please” I said trying to push his smaller body away from mine. “I have to tell my dad. I have to get going”
He reluctantly pulled away and we continued walking at a fast pace towards the house.
I opened the door, calling out my father’s name immediately. He stood in the doorway, staring at both Dougie and I.
“They know” I spoke, moving my arms around Dougie, trying to protect him from the anger I expected to explode any moment.
“How long do we have?” he muttered, wringing his hands, his eyes distant, obviously thinking our options through.
“Five minutes?” I guessed, not wanting to admit the next part. “They called the authorities. They should be here soon”
“Five minutes, then we’re gone” he said strictly, turning out of the room. “Grab what you can,” he yelled in another room, the sound of a draws opening and being slammed close interrupted his orders. I moved Dougie’s body towards my own room, locking the door securely behind me.
Dougie watched as I searched through my draws, the small vial sat exactly were I had left it years ago. I picked it up and placed it in Dougie’s hands. I held them for a while, trying to think of how to phrase what I was going to say next.
“I need you to do something” I started, my voice breaking on the second word, a shaky breath fleeting from Dougie’s lips as he nodded. “When you turn seventeen. I want you to drink this,” I muttered, tears welling in my eyes. “It’s the spring’s water. Drink it, and I’ll come back for you, yeah?” I continued breaking down; his eyes also began to heavily leak.
“Please don’t do this,” he cried, his pout heavily creasing his face as he tried to keep it together. “Don’t leave me with them,” he begged fully breaking down into my arms, his broken and fragile body retreating into itself.
“I wont, not for long, anyway.” I uttered, comforting his broken sobs falling over the dull echo of sirens in the background.
“Harry, we need to go. Now.” my dad yelled, the front door creaking open as he left.
“I guess this is it” I sighed, moving my hand underneath his chin and moving it upwards, forcing him to look me in the eyes. “Wait for me” I told him, moving my lips gently to his, a bittersweet kiss that didn’t last long enough as our tear’s mixed together and our lips frozen, too scared to let go.
My name was called again, this time the wails of the siren were louder and soon to be near.
“Goodbye” I whispered our lips lingering on each other as I moved away, running out of the doorway.
“Don’t leave me” I heard Dougie cry as I ran towards my father. “Please don’t leave,” he continued sobbing.
“Harry, leave him” my father hissed, grabbing my arms and dragging me away.
I looked back and watch Dougie’s broken form cry on the gravel. His body curled up and his head buried into his knees. I watched how the police car finally arrived. They picked up the broken boy and took him away, his sobbing still echoing in my mind.
I wish I took him with me.
Author: Olivia
Part: 5/6
Rating: 15+
Pairing: PoynterJudd
Genre: Fluff and a bit of Adventure. A very Alternate Universe.
Summary: Two boys become friends and fall in love. Is it right to destroy one’s life if it means being together forever, or should you just let them go? Is there even a right thing to do?
Warning: A few swear words every now and then. Abuse and death are themes in this story.
Disclaimer: Do not own Harry, Dougie or anyone else. This has never happened, nor am I insinuating it has.
Prompt: Disney Challenge, i chose Tuck Everlasting; the movie was based on the novel of the same name written by Natalie Babbitt.
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six
“Dougie” his grandmother yelled shooting a deathly glare at him, trying to force him into action. “Get away from him”
“Harry?” Dougie turned his head up to me. His eyes watery and lip pouted, utter confusion spread across his face. “What’s going on?”
I held on to the confused boys hand tighter, trying to comfort him. “I don’t understand,” I whispered to him, trying not to alarm the angry woman. “How does she know?”
“Know what?” Dougie whispered back, still as confused as ever. His ignorance obviously radiating from his form as he shifted his eyesight between me and his grandmother.
“Don’t move,” she yelled before slamming to door, presumably calling the police.
“You told her about me, didn’t you?” I accused, his blue eyes instantly boring into mine as he vocally denied, and that’s when it clicked.
I should have recognised his eyes, they were the spitting image of a girl I had come across seventy years ago in town. She must have been his grandmother. Of course she recognised me, its not often you see someone completely unchanged over such a time span.
“I promise I didn’t tell her anything,” he whined, his pout turning the corners of those familiar blue eyes downwards.
“It’s okay” I hushed, running my hands through his untidy lock, “I know it wasn’t you” I mumbled, my head caught up in the day I had met his grandmother.
It was a warm spring day; the day the town market was usually took place in the city centre. Everyone would wear his or her Sunday best, however, this Sunday was different, it was the end of the war, and everyone was celebrating. The town held festivities, merry music flowed much like the cider. The young children played games in the town centre, while the elders told the parents fables about their own childhood.
I stood on the outskirts of town, hiding behind a tree while watching the celebrations as they unfolded. I wasn’t allowed in the town, my father fearful that getting too friendly would mean we would have to leave all that sooner. I watched the children, they ran around constantly kicking up dust and ruining their clothes, but no one seemed to notice or care. Everything looked perfect.
Suddenly a young girl, of only 5 fell down. Her tears were falling through her dust-covered face and her cries intensified as she noticed blood staining her pink dress. I ran over immediately to her, I was the only one who noticed her fall and I cleaned up her wound, reassuring her the dress was not ruined. Her eyes were the clearest blue I had seen, she gave me a grin as way of thankyou, and returned playing with the children.
She was the only person in the village that knew about me. Out of all the people I could have befriended, it had to be her grandson.
The door suddenly slammed, pulling me out of my daze, an old man limped from the doorframe, his cane waved around in the air as he drunken slurs tumbled from his lips.
Dougie gasped, this obviously wouldn’t turn out well for either of us. That’s when I pulled his hand and began running into the woods.
“Harry, stop” he cried as his legs unwillingly followed mine through the virescent maze. “He’s going to hit me” his voice cracked, but I kept running. “Please, let’s go back okay? We can talk this through”
“We cant,” I mumbled, steering us through the windy trail through the spring and along towards my home.
“Harry listen to me” Dougie struggled trying to pull his hand out of my strong grip.
“Fuck’s sake” I snapped back, throwing his weaker body into a tree trunk. “I have to fucking leave,” I yelled, as he smaller body flinched, his arms raised to protect his face.
I sighed, utter disgust over-washing my body. I was just as bad as his grandfather; it’s strange how when you want nothing but to protect someone, you ultimately end up hurting them.
“Sorry,” I muttered, forcing this arm down and wrapping my body around his. “I’m so sorry, I just-” I sighed, running my lips through his oily hair. “I don’t want to leave you”
“Then don’t” he reasoned, mumbling into my chest. “You can take me with you”
“I wish I could, but you belong here,” I said releasing his body, only to have him cling tighter to me. “Doug, please” I said trying to push his smaller body away from mine. “I have to tell my dad. I have to get going”
He reluctantly pulled away and we continued walking at a fast pace towards the house.
I opened the door, calling out my father’s name immediately. He stood in the doorway, staring at both Dougie and I.
“They know” I spoke, moving my arms around Dougie, trying to protect him from the anger I expected to explode any moment.
“How long do we have?” he muttered, wringing his hands, his eyes distant, obviously thinking our options through.
“Five minutes?” I guessed, not wanting to admit the next part. “They called the authorities. They should be here soon”
“Five minutes, then we’re gone” he said strictly, turning out of the room. “Grab what you can,” he yelled in another room, the sound of a draws opening and being slammed close interrupted his orders. I moved Dougie’s body towards my own room, locking the door securely behind me.
Dougie watched as I searched through my draws, the small vial sat exactly were I had left it years ago. I picked it up and placed it in Dougie’s hands. I held them for a while, trying to think of how to phrase what I was going to say next.
“I need you to do something” I started, my voice breaking on the second word, a shaky breath fleeting from Dougie’s lips as he nodded. “When you turn seventeen. I want you to drink this,” I muttered, tears welling in my eyes. “It’s the spring’s water. Drink it, and I’ll come back for you, yeah?” I continued breaking down; his eyes also began to heavily leak.
“Please don’t do this,” he cried, his pout heavily creasing his face as he tried to keep it together. “Don’t leave me with them,” he begged fully breaking down into my arms, his broken and fragile body retreating into itself.
“I wont, not for long, anyway.” I uttered, comforting his broken sobs falling over the dull echo of sirens in the background.
“Harry, we need to go. Now.” my dad yelled, the front door creaking open as he left.
“I guess this is it” I sighed, moving my hand underneath his chin and moving it upwards, forcing him to look me in the eyes. “Wait for me” I told him, moving my lips gently to his, a bittersweet kiss that didn’t last long enough as our tear’s mixed together and our lips frozen, too scared to let go.
My name was called again, this time the wails of the siren were louder and soon to be near.
“Goodbye” I whispered our lips lingering on each other as I moved away, running out of the doorway.
“Don’t leave me” I heard Dougie cry as I ran towards my father. “Please don’t leave,” he continued sobbing.
“Harry, leave him” my father hissed, grabbing my arms and dragging me away.
I looked back and watch Dougie’s broken form cry on the gravel. His body curled up and his head buried into his knees. I watched how the police car finally arrived. They picked up the broken boy and took him away, his sobbing still echoing in my mind.
I wish I took him with me.