Seventeen Forever - PoynterJudd - 6/6
Title: Seventeen Forever
Author: Olivia
Part: 6/6
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.
Author's Note: Thank-you to anyone who has read.
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six
I walked towards the familiar home, through the woods, which I almost didn’t recognise. So much had changed over these last few years. There was a lot of new shrubbery, there were so many new animals frolicking in the grass around me and it seemed like things somehow managed to change, evolve.
I followed the old trail further into the woods, the deep virescent forest welcoming me as I wondered through the thick branches. I took the only path I knew, etched deep into my memory as I recalled the path several times a day. I didn’t want to forget, it wasn’t an option. The branches started thinning and soon I was sanding in front of the small cottage that once belonged to Dougie’s grandparents.
I stood outside the old house, the same cracks decorating the fading exterior nervously shaking. I had always presumed that Dougie would have chosen immortality, a somewhat dull life with me over mortality.
My dad walked to my side, his soft hand placed on my shoulder and small whispers reassuring me that I needed to know. Because waiting, waiting was excruciating painful, and what was ten times worse than waiting was not knowing. I could barley function with my thoughts constantly on Dougie, someone who needs my protection from the harsh realities of this world. How would he be coping without my protection?
I walked up the gravel pathway, the crunching below me warning the occupants of the house of my arrival. As I neared the door an aging woman opened the door, she was no younger than fifty but was dressed like a woman much older than herself would.
“Can I help you?” she asked, pulling a shawl over her worn body. Her silvery hair sparkled in the morning light, reminding me of the glow of Dougie’s delicate skin.
“I’m looking for Douglas Poynter?” I asked doubtful; that he would be living at the same house if he were in fact frozen at seventeen. Her face quickly shrivelled up as her eyebrows knitted together, a great look of what could only be described as scepticism washed over her features.
“You’re Harry Judd, aren’t you?” she asked, her features still contorted into a scowl.
“Y-yes. Yes” I exclaimed, my heart fluttering in my chest, almost exploding from the adrenaline coursing through my veins. This was it. What I waited 50 long years for. To see my Dougie again, to hear his voice to hold him, I wanted it all. My body yearned for his innocent self because I needed him, to care him.
“He’s by the spring,” she said feeling a sudden rush of relief wash over me. She knew who I was, Dougie had told her about me. We were going to live happily ever after, and we were never going to change.
I ran towards the forest, not bothering to thank the woman. My mind was contemplating our reunion and other pointless elements I loved about that boy, because I really do love him. I love his smile, and his laugh the way it builds up a constant pressure in my chest, that feels like it’s going to explode within me. I love the way he knows me, he understands me and can comfort me without a single word passing through his plump lips. I love the way he needs me, like I need him. I am the protector, he is the protected, and we know how it’s meant to be. But most of all, I love how I feel alive when I am around him, truly alive. I feel like he’s the one, like fate drew us together, no matter how clichéd it sounds.
I jumped over a stray log, as the grass and unchanging forest became almost picturesque as I slowed to a walk. My breathing was ragged, and I quickly took deep breaths to try and calm myself.
This was it.
I moved through a bush, entering the spring. Everything was exactly the same as the last time I ran through here. My eyes immediately shot to the engraving ever so present on the pristine tree.
I walked over to the willow tree, my fingers delicately placing with the harsh angles of the wood chipped away so many years ago. I traced his name, every damaged curve of the wood splintering my fingers.
I let out a harsh breath, ready to find Dougie as I turned to look over the entrance; just like I had the first day I met him, my thoughts lingering over his small form, his angelic smile, those beautiful eyes. He would only be five years older, but I hoped puberty had agreed with him. Chuckling to myself I moved my face into the tree trunk, trying to muffle my laughter, but it didn’t come out.
No.
It was just a quick flash, the dewy grass perfectly surrounding the stone.
No. No. No.
Tears instantly began leaking from my eyes, this couldn’t be happening. It had to be a delusion.
I took a shaky step towards the marble, each breath tearing at the lining of my throat. It was like walking underwater, the constant pressure of something pushing down on me, each breath impossible, each step pushing against my will. I didn’t need to go any closer to read the statue.
In Memory of Douglas Poynter
I collapsed in front of the gravestone, a feeble cry falling from my lips. My Dougie was gone. I was supposed to protect him, I was supposed to be there for him, but I was foolish.
“Harry” I heard my dad call out before the crunching of his footsteps on the ground before I felt his hand along my back.
“Harry, I’m sorry” he cooed, kneeling down and pulling my broken frame into his. I cried softly into the crook of his neck, grasping his black shirt, desperate to feel some warmth that was just gone since I discovered the grave.
“How” I demanded, tearing away from the tight embrace to study the stone. I need to know why he didn’t drink the water, I loved him.
I love him.
I never got to tell him that.
“His grandfather,” Dad muttered, his hands running through my hair, comforting my broken form. “When the police took him back. His grandfather-“ he continued, but I couldn’t take it.
I crumbled into the ground, my body lying atop of Dougie’s My fingers played with the grass while I buried my head deep into the soil.
“Just leave” I muttered, my father taking the hint and leaving me to my misery.
I don’t how long it took my sobs to stop. My tears stopped a while ago, but my heart was still so filled with grief. I played with the grass atop his grave once again, wishing that I had taken him with me all those years ago.
“Hey baby” I whispered, my lips on the ground as I spoke to him. “I miss you” I whispered, kissing the ground. “It’s been a long time” I sighed.
I moved my hand out, grasping a handful of the grass and pretending that it was Dougie. I moved my ear against the ground, as if listening to his reply.
“I had a dog for a while” I mused, thinking of the pet I had found on the street. “I named him after you. He was tiny, and his eyes were blue, like yours. He would always want to sleep in my bed. He always got his way” I chuckled, thinking of that small dog. “I couldn’t say no to those eyes” I muttered, falling into a silence as we used to.
The sun began to set and the eerie hum of crickets rang out as I hugged the ground beneath me.
“I love you” I mumbled, as my eyelids drooped against my will. “And I’m never going to leave you” I kissed the ground beneath me, and allowed slumber to claim me.
Author: Olivia
Part: 6/6
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.
Author's Note: Thank-you to anyone who has read.
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six
I walked towards the familiar home, through the woods, which I almost didn’t recognise. So much had changed over these last few years. There was a lot of new shrubbery, there were so many new animals frolicking in the grass around me and it seemed like things somehow managed to change, evolve.
I followed the old trail further into the woods, the deep virescent forest welcoming me as I wondered through the thick branches. I took the only path I knew, etched deep into my memory as I recalled the path several times a day. I didn’t want to forget, it wasn’t an option. The branches started thinning and soon I was sanding in front of the small cottage that once belonged to Dougie’s grandparents.
I stood outside the old house, the same cracks decorating the fading exterior nervously shaking. I had always presumed that Dougie would have chosen immortality, a somewhat dull life with me over mortality.
My dad walked to my side, his soft hand placed on my shoulder and small whispers reassuring me that I needed to know. Because waiting, waiting was excruciating painful, and what was ten times worse than waiting was not knowing. I could barley function with my thoughts constantly on Dougie, someone who needs my protection from the harsh realities of this world. How would he be coping without my protection?
I walked up the gravel pathway, the crunching below me warning the occupants of the house of my arrival. As I neared the door an aging woman opened the door, she was no younger than fifty but was dressed like a woman much older than herself would.
“Can I help you?” she asked, pulling a shawl over her worn body. Her silvery hair sparkled in the morning light, reminding me of the glow of Dougie’s delicate skin.
“I’m looking for Douglas Poynter?” I asked doubtful; that he would be living at the same house if he were in fact frozen at seventeen. Her face quickly shrivelled up as her eyebrows knitted together, a great look of what could only be described as scepticism washed over her features.
“You’re Harry Judd, aren’t you?” she asked, her features still contorted into a scowl.
“Y-yes. Yes” I exclaimed, my heart fluttering in my chest, almost exploding from the adrenaline coursing through my veins. This was it. What I waited 50 long years for. To see my Dougie again, to hear his voice to hold him, I wanted it all. My body yearned for his innocent self because I needed him, to care him.
“He’s by the spring,” she said feeling a sudden rush of relief wash over me. She knew who I was, Dougie had told her about me. We were going to live happily ever after, and we were never going to change.
I ran towards the forest, not bothering to thank the woman. My mind was contemplating our reunion and other pointless elements I loved about that boy, because I really do love him. I love his smile, and his laugh the way it builds up a constant pressure in my chest, that feels like it’s going to explode within me. I love the way he knows me, he understands me and can comfort me without a single word passing through his plump lips. I love the way he needs me, like I need him. I am the protector, he is the protected, and we know how it’s meant to be. But most of all, I love how I feel alive when I am around him, truly alive. I feel like he’s the one, like fate drew us together, no matter how clichéd it sounds.
I jumped over a stray log, as the grass and unchanging forest became almost picturesque as I slowed to a walk. My breathing was ragged, and I quickly took deep breaths to try and calm myself.
This was it.
I moved through a bush, entering the spring. Everything was exactly the same as the last time I ran through here. My eyes immediately shot to the engraving ever so present on the pristine tree.
I walked over to the willow tree, my fingers delicately placing with the harsh angles of the wood chipped away so many years ago. I traced his name, every damaged curve of the wood splintering my fingers.
I let out a harsh breath, ready to find Dougie as I turned to look over the entrance; just like I had the first day I met him, my thoughts lingering over his small form, his angelic smile, those beautiful eyes. He would only be five years older, but I hoped puberty had agreed with him. Chuckling to myself I moved my face into the tree trunk, trying to muffle my laughter, but it didn’t come out.
No.
It was just a quick flash, the dewy grass perfectly surrounding the stone.
No. No. No.
Tears instantly began leaking from my eyes, this couldn’t be happening. It had to be a delusion.
I took a shaky step towards the marble, each breath tearing at the lining of my throat. It was like walking underwater, the constant pressure of something pushing down on me, each breath impossible, each step pushing against my will. I didn’t need to go any closer to read the statue.
In Memory of Douglas Poynter
I collapsed in front of the gravestone, a feeble cry falling from my lips. My Dougie was gone. I was supposed to protect him, I was supposed to be there for him, but I was foolish.
“Harry” I heard my dad call out before the crunching of his footsteps on the ground before I felt his hand along my back.
“Harry, I’m sorry” he cooed, kneeling down and pulling my broken frame into his. I cried softly into the crook of his neck, grasping his black shirt, desperate to feel some warmth that was just gone since I discovered the grave.
“How” I demanded, tearing away from the tight embrace to study the stone. I need to know why he didn’t drink the water, I loved him.
I love him.
I never got to tell him that.
“His grandfather,” Dad muttered, his hands running through my hair, comforting my broken form. “When the police took him back. His grandfather-“ he continued, but I couldn’t take it.
I crumbled into the ground, my body lying atop of Dougie’s My fingers played with the grass while I buried my head deep into the soil.
“Just leave” I muttered, my father taking the hint and leaving me to my misery.
I don’t how long it took my sobs to stop. My tears stopped a while ago, but my heart was still so filled with grief. I played with the grass atop his grave once again, wishing that I had taken him with me all those years ago.
“Hey baby” I whispered, my lips on the ground as I spoke to him. “I miss you” I whispered, kissing the ground. “It’s been a long time” I sighed.
I moved my hand out, grasping a handful of the grass and pretending that it was Dougie. I moved my ear against the ground, as if listening to his reply.
“I had a dog for a while” I mused, thinking of the pet I had found on the street. “I named him after you. He was tiny, and his eyes were blue, like yours. He would always want to sleep in my bed. He always got his way” I chuckled, thinking of that small dog. “I couldn’t say no to those eyes” I muttered, falling into a silence as we used to.
The sun began to set and the eerie hum of crickets rang out as I hugged the ground beneath me.
“I love you” I mumbled, as my eyelids drooped against my will. “And I’m never going to leave you” I kissed the ground beneath me, and allowed slumber to claim me.