Harsh Words and Soft Hands
Pleaseeee this was supposed to be a quick little blurb for an alphabet request 😩 Ahh well... it is what it is 🙃 Enjoy my little Piers hoes! Also, it's probably not edited very well :)
By the time I finally walked through the apartment door I had a better sense of what the yelling voices were fighting over. By the looks of it, Marnie and Piers had already been going at it for a while before I even walked onto our street. The argument wasn’t over something new. It was the same one the two had been having for the last two weeks. Like any other young girl bursting onto the dating scene, Marnie met someone new and exciting. At first, Piers had been fairly excited about it, his baby sister almost 18 had met a girl she connected with. The later the two girls stayed out, however, is where Piers began to become increasingly bothersome to the teenager. It all came to a head when Marnie come home at the ripe hour of 3 am the night before. Piers had paced the whole apartment, dread clawing up the back of his throat. His little sister never stayed out that late, at least without telling him anyway.
“For fuck’s sake Marnie! What if you’d been attacked by some wild pokemon on your walk home” The vice-like grip Piers had on his hair told me all I needed to know. The sibling fight was about to blow up in everyone’s faces.
“It’s not as if I was walking home alone!” Marnie pointed a finger at her bag on the table, “I have a whole team of dependable pokemon right there.”
Sensing the two walking closer to the edge I stepped between them. Placing a hand on Piers’ back I tried to soothe my boyfriend the best I could. “Hey, why don’t we all take a breather? Take a walk or grab a glass of water.” I reached for his hand to gently guide him into the kitchen, “Calm down a little.”
Grabbing her bag and darting for the door Marnie jabbed at her brother, “You heard them, Piers. Go do something else and lay off me for once in your life!” With lightning reflexes, Piers had already blocked the door before the young girl could make her escape.
“Shove off Piers! I’m done talking about this!” Marnie retorted while pulling out a pair of headphones to block Piers off the only way she now could.
Within seconds Piers had quickly become red in the face from anger. It wasn’t very often that Piers got angry like this. Hell, it was even less often that the siblings even fought! ‘I’m your brother and I know what’s best,” Piers gritted, “If you’re gonna act like some stuck-up brat of a trainer then you can consider yourself grounded!”
“You’re joking?” Marnie laughed “You can’t be serious!” I’ve always known Piers to be slightly more overprotective of Marnie than what was necessary. In fact, me and Marnie even talked about it during one of our girl's nights. It all came down to the fact that Marnie was all Piers had for the longest time. He practically raised her once their parents essentially abandoned them. So I knew he wasn’t being completely fair about the whole situation. Especially since he hadn't been sleeping the best the past few nights with his insomnia kicking up again.
“Marnie why don’t you go cool down in your room while I talk with your brother, ok?” giving her a small smile a gently nudged her in the direction I wanted her to go.
“You’re not even a part of the damn family! I don't know why the hell you always act like you are y/n.” The words spewed out of Piers's mouth much to the shock of everyone in the room. Eyed wide, Marnie glanced between me and Piers, knowing that a very big line had just been crossed.
Clenching my jaw I slowly turned towards the tall man still blocking the door, “On second thought, Marnie, why don't you head out and give us some privacy?” My tone dripped with the venom of a Toxicroak, “Now. Please.”
Shoving past her still angry brother, Marnie shut the door loudly behind her. “What the fuck y/n!” Piers yelled, “First you interrupt us, then you actually have the nerve to just undermine everything I told her!”
Crossing my arms across my chest I glare at my boyfriend. “So the four years we've been together still means I’m not family?” I said. “Or how about we talk about the fact you just called your sister a stuck-up brat?” I continued.
Gripping his hair once again Piers rapidly paced the room. “You know damn well that I know and do what is best for my sister,” he yelled. “Not yours!” “Piers! You haven't slept properly in days! It's making you lash out at Marnie, your team, for fuck sakes me!” I gestured around the room as if it would further prove my point. “All I was trying to do was help you from saying something to your sister like you just said to me!”
Releasing a sign I drag a hand down my face and closed my eyes. ‘Breath, just breath’ I told myself. “Whatever,” Piers mumbled, “You can find somewhere else to stay tonight. I don't even wanna look at you right now.” With his final words, Piers stormed down the hall to our shared room. Slamming the door behind him.
Blinking away tears, I stood blankly. Staring at the last spot Piers was before everything blew up. I hastily ran for the balcony before my tears flooded my face and turned to full-blown sobs. Realistically I knew that everyone, especially Piers, was tired, stressed and more likely than not hungry. None of that mattered to my brain at the moment though. I was hurt and defeated. My heart hurt for Marine and her budding relationship. My heart hurt for the strain today's argument placed on the sibling's beautiful relationship. And most of all, my heart hurt for my own relationship with the moody rockstar himself.
Taking deep breaths the best I could I sat on the small couch placed on one side of the balcony, overlooking the city below. Once I had calmed down the best I could, I pulled out my phone and called Marnie. Having known the young girl longer than I even knew Piers, I knew she’d be in a bit of a state, wanting to talk to someone about the past few hours.
“Hello?” her voice rang through the speaker, sniffles following closely behind. “Hey, Marnie! Are you alright? I just wanted to check up on you, see if you needed or wanted anything.” Hearing her sign on the other end I continued, “No matter what happens you can always, always come and talk to me ok? You know that don’t you?”
“I know y/n, I know. Piers has just been on my case so much lately! I know he doesn’t mean any of it, not really anyway, but I still hate hearing him say it.” Adjusting to sit more comfortably on the couch I quickly replied, “I known hun. He hasn’t been sleeping all that well lately,” I sighed, “I think managing both the gym and working on his music career is all becoming too much for him. He’s wearing himself too thin.”
Hearing the faint sound of rustling leaves on the other end of the phone Marine speaks up after a moment of silence. “y/n, ya know that you’re family, right?” She pauses, waiting to see if I’ll speak, “You’re family to me and to Piers, even when he's being too much of a dick to notice!” I laugh faintly after her remark, knowing very well that it's true.
We talk a few moments longer before Marine mentions that she’d finally made it to Ballonlea where she was meeting up with Grace, the girl she was seeing. After hanging up the phone I figured it would be best to wait out on the balcony for just a while longer. I wanted to give Piers all the space he needed to think things through carefully.
“I thought you left.” His words were quiet and only just audible over the noise of the city below. Turning to face the man behind the voice, I’m met with the look of a broken and sad man. With a blotchy red face and a slightly hoarse voice from crying, Piers timidly raises his tear-stained eyes to mine.
“No,” I said, “I didn’t leave. Figured you’d be ready to talk properly later so I stayed.” Gesturing for him to come sit by me he obeyed. It was awkward at first. Most post-argument conversations are. Without warning and without hasty movement, we slowly drifted together. Leaning on each other, hands intertwined, Piers spoke for the second time that evening. “You’re family, my family,’ he kissed my forehead “You’re the love of my life and I’ll be damned if I push you away.” I could hear his voice crack slightly and squeezed his hand.
“I love you Piers. Always have, always will” I mumbled. “I know we need to talk about everything and I need to apologize to Marnie, but can we just sit here? Together?” Piers sounded almost unsure of what my answer was going to be.”
Leaning up and tilting his head, I placed a soft kiss on his lips reassuring him that we’ll take all the time he needs.
