Sometimes I love Henry but most of the time I hate him/
I sighed lazily flipping through the pages of my book, my feet crossed lying at the end of my bed. My head was propped up on my head board and I kept checking the clock. It was 12 in the afternoon and Henry hadn't called, or even visited once. I had this weird tingle in the pit of my stomach and oddly I think it had to do with how boring today was. This whole fairytale thing has kept me busy for so long, I guess it felt weird just having a "normal" day.
Just as I was thinking this, all good things must come to an end.
I suddenly heard the door slam and footsteps heading towards my room. I didn't bother looking up as Henry popped his head in. I quietly kept skimming through the text of my book, as he sat on the ground right beside my bed. He rested his chin right next to my elbow and looked up at me expectantly. I bite my lip, trying to hide the smile creeping on my face, but ended up dropping the book down in annoyance as I finally letting the smile burst across my face.
"Yes Henry?" I teased turning onto my side so I could get a better view of him. He smirked at me and my curiosity spiked up as to why. All confusion melted away however when he raised his hand up and dangled my favorite purple and black striped scarf. My mouth dropped open, "I've been looking for that for weeks!"
"I know." He murmured smugly, his cheeks rising from his big smile. I quickly grabbed it out of his hands hungrily drinking it in with my eyes as I rubbed it unconsciously. "Where did you find it?" Henry sent me a frown, amusement glistening in his eyes. "I found it under my bed..." He said quizzically, s if the whole thing was confounding. My own frown formed on my lips as I looked back down at it. "Humph, I guess it will be best left a mystery."
Gratitude washed over me and I threw my arms around his neck practically dragging him onto my bed for a hug. "I love you for finding it!" I told him sincerely. He gave me a good squeeze before pulling away. His eyes suddenly trailed around my room, that look of determination clouding his vision. "What? What's wrong?" I inquired chewing my lower lip nervously. Oh god here we go again. Just by the look in his eyes I knew this would prove to be an interesting day.
"Do you hear that?" He asked softly. I untucked my legs from underneath of me as he slipped off the bed, me following close behind him. He crept over to my door and creaked it open just a tad, I pressed close next to him peeking my head out as well. My heart beat began beating erratically, when I saw Mr. Gold and Emma talking intently. I always got the same feeling around him that I got whenever Aunt Regina was picking apples, it was a very creepy and ominous feeling.
"Please. She's just a confused young woman. If you don't help than my only choice is to involve the police." Mr. Gold pleaded, I narrowed my eyes, Mr. Gold never really cared about anyone but himself. "And I don't think anyone wants this baby born in jail." From where I stood it looked like that comment was a stab to the heart for Emma and she quickly shook her head. "No of course not!" She exclaimed and I unconsciously looked over at Henry, he watched with interested and curious eyes. "So you'll help me?" Mr. Gold quipped. "I'll help her." Emma amended.
Next thing I knew Henry was losing his footing and bumped into me, making me fall innto the door and all attention draw to us. I nonchalantly put my arm around Henry to make it seem that were weren't doing anything. "Henry, Blair how are you?" Mr. Gold asks pleasantly turning to face us. He smirked at us and I couldn't help but get the feeling that he knew we were there the whole time. "We're ok.." Henry said uncertainly. Mr. Gold gave us a simple nod as he staggered out of the room, I noticed he looked extra tired today. Henry slipped out of my embrace the moment the door closed, "Do you know who that is?" He whispered excitedly. "Yeah." Emma said as if it were obvious. A frown spread on over Henry's lips, "Really? Because I'm still trying to figure it out." Me and Emma collectively sighed but Henry didn't seem to notice. "I didn't mean in the Fairytale book Henry." Emma corrected her eyes knitting together as her face portrayed intense ponderings.
I flopped on the couch, "So what did he want?" I asked with an arched eyebrow. It wasn't a moment after she headed toward the door. "He wants me to find Ashley Boyd." I shared glances with Henry and instantly hopped up following after her. "Why would Mr. Gold care about a pregnant hormonal Ashley?" I asked the obvious question while shoving my brown boots on. I let out a groan of frustration as I tried to force the other boot on but it just wasn't complying. Emma was already halfway down the stairs- her feet pounding harshly- Henry was right behind her and I was all alone. I decided to just ditch the shoe because I didn't want to be left behind.
I sprinted to catch up with Emma and was extremely out of breath by the time I caught up with them outside of Granny's. I knew my cheeks were a deep scarlet, from a combination of the nipping autumn breeze and the unplanned exercise.
The bell above us jingled and Ruby stopped throwing her head back to look at us. Her eyes scanned us, lacking the usual pleasant vibe. "You know your only wearing one shoe right?" She asked pointedly. I pulled my lower lip between my teeth and clicked my feet. "Yes it's the new fashion in London apparently, a modern Cinderella." I answered cheekily.
"Ruby I need you to tell me what's going on with Ashley." Emma asked, ignoring both mine and Ruby's statement about "modern day fashion." Ruby popped her hip out and looked us over again. "I can't talk in front of him. He's the Mayors kid." She nodded toward henry, a judgmental look marring her features- her lips were pursed. "Hey I'm on your side!" Henry shot back his voice was wrought with understandable anger. My own smile dropped when Ruby said, "And I can't talk in front of her because she tells him everything." Before I could protest, Emma was pushing both me and Henry out of Granny's. "Guys I appreciate your help I really do, but I can't help Ashley if your hanging around." She told us sincerely. I took her words to heart. Anger was flaring in me, her use of the word hanging implied that all me and Henry did was get in the way- nd that infuriated me. I did not rush out of my house with one shoe on to be shoved away like I'm an irrelevant kid- I mean I technically was a kid but still.
I felt the curl of Henry's fingers around mine, and whipped my head around to see him in an identical stance. Like most things, we were in this together.
"What you said in there about Cinderella got me thinking." He began that all to familiar gleam in his eye. He looked at me, waiting for me to get it. But let's be honest, I was too blonde for that. "She's Cinderella!" He implied. My mouth formed a perfect 'O' as I sighed, it clicking in my brain. I could almost see the clocks turning in his head. "What are you planning?" I asked nervously. He smirked at me deviously inclining his head towards Emmas car.
"Why do I feel like this whole scenario is going to make me develop claustrophobia!" I whispered, my voice strained from crouching very close with Henry. All Henry did was roll his eyes at me causing me to huff. "Note to self, stop getting into these situations with Henry." I chimed in a fake, cheerful voice. Henry rolled his eyes again as the car rocked, I gripped Henry tightly trying to maintain my balance. I heard the door slam and Emma sigh, Henry practically rammed into me when he popped up. I popped up to and pushed my frazzled hair out of my eyes. "Surprise," I muttered dryly. Her mouth fell open, then snapped shut. Then fell open again, the snapped shut. This process repeated many times before she let out a frustrated groan. "How have I not killed you guys yet? I mean seriously?!"
She finally sighed in exasperation after getting over her original shock that we were weaseling our way into another little mission. "I know right." I agreed climbing to the front and kicking Henry in the side of the head on the way. "And since I am always dragged into these things, I get to ride shot gun." I say finally settling into the front seat and straightening out my hair. "Guys I'm going to Boston you can't come with me!" She began to protest, while I just examined my nails. Why was she even gonna try? She would cave to Henry. She looked like she already did as she started the car.
"That's the thing you can't leave!" Henry protested strapping himself in. I followed suit as she began driving out of town. "You and Blair left town to find me." Emma replied smugly, as if she had won. I snorted, It was almost impossible to win an argument with Henry. The only person who managed it was me. "That's because I'm not a fairytale character and Blair is special!" He retorted. The smirk dropped from her lips and my lips turned up in the corners. "Anytime someone tries to go past the border something bad happens!" In the time it took me to blink at Henry's statement, he was proved correct. From a distance my eyes viewed Ruby's car turned over and smashed into the ground. The car came to a halt with a jerk and I clutched my seatbelt almost painfully as I was thrown forward. I could hear the fainted cries of Ashley and didn't know if I could see her without losing everything I ate that day. But then again that's why Henry was always the one dragging me into these situations.
I leaned heavily into his side as we approached behind Emma, Ashley's cries only getting louder and louder. I shuddered slightly when I took in Ashley's appearance. Sweat was dripping off her face as she clutched at her stomach, cries of pain escaping her throat as she squeezed her eyes shut. "And I repeat, I'm never having kids." Was the thing I found myself saying. Henry's hand painfully squeezed mine as he flashed me a disapproving look. I shot a glare back at him in response, as Emma rushed to help Ashley. "It's coming," Ashley breathed heavily, my vision went hazy as dizziness dropped into my stomach and pounded intensely. I was not ready to see someone give birth- my immature mind couldn't handle it.
One motivational speech on Emmas part, and a very loud car ride later we all found ourselves at the Hospital. Anxiety rammed into me starting a frenzy of tingles in my body when I heard Emma utter the words, "I wanna make a deal." To Mr. Gold no less! Before I could process any thought I was propelling myself out of my seat and about to lunge toward the two talking a little ways away. Henry clearly could sense my emotions all over the place because as I started toward them Henry locked his arms around me. He practically hauled me back to my seat and I kicked and fought all the way. "Blair just chill!" Henry exclaimed. He handed me a a bottle of that dragonfruit flavored vitamin water from the vending machine, which he knows always helps to calm me down. "Deals are bad to make with you know that!" I hissed, shooting him a wild look- I cant believe he wasn't more pressed about this.
My fingers were clenching and unclenching around the bottle as my mind zipped every which way, to every possible thing they could be talkin about. I didn't notice at all that the plastic bottle started steaming, as the pink liquid in the bottle began to bubble. "Blair!" Henry's plea made me gasp as I realized what I was doing. I quickly dropped the bottle and stared wide eyed as the green glow coming from my fingertips began to vanish. Henry was looking at me with wild eyes and truthfully, I didn't know what to say. Whatever was happening to me, was out of control. Did he think I was a monster? Does he even want to help me? Where is this magic coming from?
Before I had the answer to any of those questions Emma had sauntered back over holding her cell out to me. "It's your mother." Those three little words were enough to make me freeze up. My hand slowly reached out and took the cellphone out of her hands. I took a deep breath for the long speech that was sure to follow.
"I haven't seen you all day. All day. Do you know what that does to a mother? Not knowing where her child is ALL DAY. You know I hate how secretive you've been lately. Is it Henry? Is he doing this to you? Blair I think you really need to rethink some of the choices you've been making lately. You are all I have you've always been there and going on these missions doesn't seem like something you should be doing. It's not safe. I don't wanna lose you. I want what's best for you. I love you more than anything, and I want you to see that. I know you love Henry but sometimes you have to put your safety before your friends. We are going to have a serious discussion when we get home young lady and your punishment will be talked about. Right now I just have to say I'm extremely disappointed in you." I didn't say anything as my mom talked and found my eyes start to water after the line went dead. My mom has never said anything like that to me before. Disappointment was just a foreign language to me.
The moment the call ended with my mother my bubbling tears turned to bubbling anger. Why did Henry always drag me into these things! I whirled around to Henry and started smacking him in the chest. I heard him muttering "ow." While I told him exactly how much I hated him. I spotted Emma in the corner of my vision, her arms were crossed tensely. Part of me was glad she knew not to insert herself in this. "If I haven't mentioned it before, I. Hate. You." I growled furiously. "Blair-" He started but I cut him off pointing a threatening finger at him. "Don't you 'Blair' me. Once you start talking I will forgive you and I just can't do it anymore! You have gotten me into trouble with my mom too many times so I am done with this whole fairytale thing!" With that I spun on my heel, he was probably mad, but I didn't care as I stormed away. My mother was disappointed in me, my best friend didn't know how destructive he was being with his idiotic beliefs and all I wanted was a nap.
I tapped my foot anxiously literally trying to choke back the words I wanted to say to Henry. He gave me one last look, with his big doe eyes before slipping out of the car silently. I didn't plan on saying anything to him for along time but as it proves, plans usually work out better in my head, than they do in real life. "Hey Henry!" I found myself calling before I could stop myself, or even think about what I was doing. He turned back tensely, looking surprised that I had spoken to him. A slow smile creeped onto my face, "I'll see you tomorrow." He flashed me a grin before racing inside.
I sighed to myself. Old habits die hard. I glanced out the window but Emma on the phone made my gaze last a bit longer. I wonder who she was speaking to. I hopped out of the car wanting to distract myself from anything except my mothers wrath waiting for me. "Hey Gram is that deputy job still open?" She was saying when I inched closer. Oh, so she was talking to Gram. Emma sent me a cheeky smile before replying to Gram. "Well I was thinking some roots might not be so bad." My own smile took form as I leaned against the car brushing Emma's arm so she knew I appreciated the fact that she was hanging around for Henry.
Tingling erupted into my hands the moment I brushed Emma, shocking me and making all thoughts swipe blank. My smile was ripped from my face when I saw my reflection in a puddle. The same little flecks of green electricity were sparking off my fingers and I folded my arms across my chest willing it away.
But then again you know what they say, roots can be nasty things.
