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HAZEL'S POV

??? :My name is Alex Anderson. Nice to meet you Hazel

He took out his hand as if asking for my hand. I put my palm in his which he held gently and kissed the back of my hand. Quite shocked by his actions I widened my eyes. My brother glares at Mr. Anderson

Mr. Anderson: And nice to meet you too Harry.

My brother nods at what he had said.

Father: Hazel, I hope you get along with Alex here since the both of you are gonna get married.

Both my brother and my eyes widen at what our father has just said.

Harry: Excuse me?!

He asked a bit offended

Harry:Not to be rude but father I think I deserved to know this before hand.

Father: I think so not. You don't even bother with the family business. So I don't see a reason why I should tell you about this.

Harry: But she is still my baby sister.

Father: She isn't a baby, she is 18.

Harry: But-

Before he can continue I hold his hand and lock my eyes with him begging him to stop. He sighed and turn around to face me. Alex stood there with an amused face.

Father: Now I would like to go and meet Alex's father, we still have some business to finish.

Hazel: Understood father.

Just before he left he turned around to give my brother a warning look to not create trouble. I sigh and look at Alex and then to my brother Harry. Harry was glaring at Alex as Alex just sipped his glass of red wine that I just noticed in his hand.

Hazel: So...

Both men raised an eyebrow at me. I look at Alex then I start speaking.

Hazel: Since both of us are getting married-

Harry: What?! Your just gonna let that old geezer do everything he wants?!

He speaks almost shouting. I look around there are a few eyes on us. Not wanting to gain too much attention I grab my brother's hand and dragging him out while giving Alex a signal to follow me.

-Outside-

Harry: For crying out loud! Hazel how could you let that, that bastard do this to you?!

Hazel: That "Bastard" is our father.

Harry: Father my foot. He's literally controlling your life. And now he's controlling your future too?! What about how you feel? Don't you have someone you like too?

Hazel:I know your concerned but, this is better than having to deal with fake plastic Barbie dolls. And No I don't have anyone I like.Most of them are just A**holes.

Harry: Young lady you do not curse.

He said sternly.

Hazel: And it's non of your concern if I curse or freaking suicide.

I reply gritting my teeth. My brother's eyes widen along with Alex's.

Alex: What do you mean suicide? Don't think like that!

Hazel: Stay out of this..

Alex:No I won't. Your my future wife and I won't let anything happen to you!

I scoff

Hazel: As if

I roll my eyes.

END OF HAZEL'S POV

HARRY'S POV

I stood there frozen as Alex and Hazel argued. "Suicide"? Why would she think of that? Has life for her been that bad? Why did I not notice her pain? Am I that bad of a brother?

As I was lost in my thoughts Hazel and Alex stop arguing since the notices my quietness.

Hazel: Harry? Harry? Harry?! HARRY!!

She shouts gaining my attention. I turn to her.

Harry: Yeah?

Hazel: What's wrong?

Harry: Nothing.

Hazel: Ok

Harry: Hazel...

She looks up to me as she's a head shorter than me.

Harry: Uhm.. I'm sorry. I may not have been the best brother for you and-

Before I could continue she puts her tiny hands on my waist hugging me. After a long time I felt the feeling of love and comfort. I realized even if our mother is not here, I still have Hazel the younger version of our mom. I smile as I felt a tear drop down my chin and into her head.

Hazel: Why are you crying brother?

"Brother".. She hasn't called me that after our mom's death. I cry harder. She tear up seeing my tears.

Harry: No don't cry.

I smile a little through my tears.

Hazel: I won't stop crying until you tell me the reason for your tears.

I chuckle.

Harry: Ok, ok, Now stop crying or your makeup will be ruined.

She giggled.

Harry: I just remembered about out mom....

Her smile dropped.

Harry: And how you look so much like her. She smile sadly, most probably thinking about our mom's death. Alex look at me with concern.

END OF HARRY'S POV