Horrow got increasingly uncomfortable as the night went on. "Are you alright?" He asked, once they sat down at park bench, 'Rowan' having pulled him into his lap.
"Just a little nervous, that all." 'Rowan' said,
" For what? the wedding?" He asked relaxing a bit
Wedding? ….they're getting married….we're getting married… 'Rowan grinned and nodded "mhm, yep, thats why, you know how stressful weddings are."
It was finally 8 and Rowan started heading home, humming cheerfully to himself at the prospect of seeing Harrow.
"they seem stressful, yeah."
'rowan' smirked and leaned in close "though I'm fully confidant for our wedding night nuptials," he purred "we could start them earlier…"
Harrow blushed hard, starting to shake "I- d-don't think I'm ready…." He stuttered
(HdjsjjsDISGUSTAN)
Rowan walked up to their apartment and grinned, opening the door. “Hey! I- oh..” his face fell, not seeing Harrow inside. He sighed and dropped his stuff at the door. He’s probably just out with friends or something..
(XDXD Yu's hate him!)
"But you will be, very soon…" 'rowan murmered, leaning in closer to harrow's neck.
Harrow wimpered softly and tried to pull away "Rowan, I know I said I would but not yet, please." He whispered
"Hmm, please…beg for me.." 'rowan' continued , sucking on Harrows neck
Harrow go Ally managed to get away, breathing hard "I don't know what's gotten into you but this isn't like you." he shoved his hands into his pockets and headed back to his own apartment
Rowan decided to go out and get some food for them once Harrow got home. He walked downstairs, a little bounce in his step. He gasped quietly once he noticed Harrow walking close by. He ran up behind him and wrapped his arms around his fiancé, kissing the back of his head. “Hey!” He giggled.
Harrow flinched and shook him off "I said no, Rowan." He steeled his features to keep from crying, not understanding what had gotten into the other. Was he like Zander? Waiting until he was bound to him to make his move? He choked down a sob at the thought and walked a little faster to his apartment
Rowan frowned, looking after Harrow. “Wait, Harrow. I-I don’t get it. What did I do?” He asked, catching up to Harrow and reaching out towards him. He hesitated and decided to not touch him.
Harrow turned around to look at him "you know how I feel about that type of stuff, I told you we can after the wedding but not before and you go and try to do it anyways! And asking me to beg? Promising all those things like that?" He shook his head in disbelief, "I would have never thought of you that way, ever." He looked Rowan in the eye for a few seconds before turning and starting to walk again
Rowan stared after him in disbelief. Everything seemed fine before I went to work… “Harrow what are you talking about?” He asked quietly, thinking back to before he left. Had he gone too far? Did he hint at something unknowingly while they were together? “Do you not want to get married anymore? Was it too soon?”
He stopped and turned again, pulling the collar of his shirt down a bit to show harrow the bruised spot where 'rowan' had bit and kissed him, black and blue with spots of red where he had bitten a little too hard and had broken the skin "this." He whispered. "This ist't like you." He hugged himself and looked away when he asked about the wedding "i-i don't know anymore…"
Rowan stared in horror at the spot on Harrows skin, his eyes meeting Harrows for a moment. “Who did that to you?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper. “Cause I didn’t. Harrow I got off work like fifteen minutes ago..” He felt his eyes fill with tears. He doesn’t want to get married anymore?
He shook his head "liar, you're acting as if the whole thing an hour ago didn't happen. You texted me. you said you got out of work early and you …." he bit his lip hard and shut his eyes. "I thought you were different…" he turned and walked to his apartment, not looking back at Rowan.
Zander watched from afar, the potion having worn off by now "if I can't have you, neither can he." he said to himself, walking back towards the park, thinking of harrow and how much he would have enjoyed more of him.
Rowan whimpered softly, tears beginning to roll down his face. “Harrow…I didn’t..” He choked back a sob. “Please come back..”
He turned around once Harrow had left, reaching into his pocket for his phone. It’s in my bag back at the apartment…
He didn’t know what to do. He stumbled over to a nearby bench and set his face in his hands, letting out sobs. I'm sorry Harrow…I don’t know what to do..
Once home he flopped onto his bed and sobbed. He missed him, he hated him, he loved him yet wanted him as far away from his as possible. He glanced at his phone and saw that there was a new message
"Where'd you go? we weren't done yet ;p"
He stared in disbelief and deleted the number but not before texting back "leave me alone"
He went through his contacts to delete Rowan's old number but hesitated. He opened the texting page "what did I draw in the morning?" He then found the recently deleted number and texted the same thing
(hah just to clarify, Rowan's phone is in his bag at the apartment, he just thought that, didn't text it)
(oh sorry, i thought he texted that, hold up, I'll fix my response)
(It's okay!)
Once home he flopped onto his bed and sobbed. He missed him, he hated him, he loved him yet wanted him as far away from his as possible. He glanced at his phone and saw that there was a new message
"Where'd you go? we weren't done yet ;p"
He stared in disbelief and deleted the number but not before texting back "leave me alone"
He went through his contacts to delete Rowan's old number but hesitated. He opened the texting page "what did I draw in the morning?" He then found the recently deleted number and texted the same thing
Rowan's phone dinged inside his bag.
Rowan stood up shakily. Harrow didn't want anything to do with him. His parents didn't want anything to do with him. He couldn't go back to their apartment, assuming Harrow was there and would probably kick him out the second he stepped foot inside. What did I do? He thought over and over again, beginning to walk down the sidewalk. He didn't know where he was going but if Harrow wanted him to leave, that's what he would do.
Harrow paced his room until he couldn't take waiting anymore. He had received a message from the mystery number but not Rowan.
"me on your-"
He deleted the number before reading the rest, shuddering from the thought. He headed out of his own apartment to find Rowan
Rowan had kept walking in the same direction, eyes trained on the ground. He would probably get mugged at this point if he wasn't careful. Not that I care.. He thought, images of Harrow playing through his mind, the bruise on his skin, the look of hatred in his eyes. Does he really think that low of me? Should I be going after whoever did that to him?
Harrow scanned the streets for Rowan, heading to his job to ask around before heading out again and going to the park. where are you…please, where are you? He stopped short when he saw Zander walking a few yards away, focusing on his phone. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that he was wearing the same black jacket as 'Rowan' the night before. He tilted his head curiously as he saw light catch the air around Zander, seeing that it sparkled pinkish.
(i love angst :)
"Take his wallet."
"Pull him over there. He won't get found anytime soon."
Rowan swam in and out of consciousness, his head pounding. He groaned and felt warm blood trickling down his face. What's going on? Where am I? He tried to get up but cried out quietly as pain shot through his body. Something was wrong. There was blood seeping through his shirt. He curled his knees to his chest and slowly felt his eyes close again. Harrow..please..
"you have him with you? Good, good. Somewhere no one will find him, right? Yes keep him alive a little longer. Just until the wedding." Zander looked around the area for anyone before walking off in the direction of the treeline. Harrow followed silently, wondering what he could have meant. Wedding? Keep who where?
Rowan could feel himself weakening after every second. I can’t die here.. He thought, taking every ounce of strength he had and opening his eyes. He was facing a wall, but it was silent in the alley. Whoever had done this to him might still be here. His vision went blurry, heart barely beating. I’m sorry Harrow..
Harrow had followed Zander to the other side of town though what seemed to be a shortcut through the woods. He hid in an ally way while Zander talked with another man, something about killing someone off arter a wedding. Harrow checked the ally way while the two talked to make sure there was an exit in case he was caught. He saw a dark figure in the back. His heart raced as he took a cautious step fowards "he-hello?" He whispered
Rowan twitched awake. He let out a soft whimper and gasped quietly at the pain in his side. If I’m going to die here..please stay by my side Harrow.. he couldn’t move, the pain paralyzing him to the ground.
He stifled a gasp as he saw it was Rowan. "Ro?" He whispered, running to his side and crouching down. He looked at the wounds in his side, nothing too deep but we'll place to cause the most pain. He glanced around desperatly. "I'm sorry my love, so so sorry," he repeated over and over again
Rowan was shaking now, a pool of blood had formed under his stomach. He shifted his eyes up to Harrow, reaching a trembling hand towards him. He felt himself starting to go numb. His mouth twitched up in a smile. “Y-you..you..f-found me..” he choked out.
"always will my love," he pressed into his hand and looped his arms under his shoulder "come on, you're not dying on me my dearest." He said, leading him to the front of the ally way