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Safe Harbour

Chapter 5: Blue Eyes

Thursday night

Just as we arrived back at mum and dads' place, I receive a call from an old school friend. When he asks, I decide to drive back to Port Angeles to meet up with him. He'd heard through the town gossip that I was visiting and called mum and dads' home phone to catch up with me. He was the only other guy I knew in high school that was gay.

Picking up my pace I walk towards the only gay bar near Forks. As I enter I crane my head to see over the crowd, trying to spot him. A hand slapping down on my shoulder causes me to jump. "Edward!"

I turn to see his friendly face and am shocked by how much he's changed. His once boyish features have transformed into a sharp jaw, high cheekbones and a dazzlingly smile. Standing at a couple of inches taller than me, I smile. Brown eyes stare back at me as he grins. "Riley," I say before hugging him.

"It's good to see you man, been what? Ten fucking years?"

Giggles, yes giggles, fall from my lips, "Almost. Eight."

"Fuck," he laughs. Wrapping his arm around my shoulders he walks me up to the bar and we sit on some stools.

For the first hour we swap stories and achievements we've made since we finished high school. I told him how I was now a prosecutor for a law firm in Seattle, and he admitted he was also in law enforcement.

"For the last three years I've been working in New York as a detective."

"Really? Wow."

I was surprised he'd gone that route; I had figured him for more of an artistic career, since he'd always been so good at art.

"Yeah, at first I was working there for ages as a police sketch artist. But after a while I really got into the whole aspect of finding the bad guys and not just drawing them. It took me a while, but eventually I made it up the ladder."

I smile at him, "I'm proud of ya, man."

Nudging his shoulder lightly I move on to the next topic of conversation; does he have a love interest? He goes on to tell me he's had a steady boyfriend for five years and things are still perfect and strong. Luckily, just as I worried he'd ask me the same question; he suddenly has an urge for the bathroom. I tell him to go ahead and that I'll be fine.

I sit back and try to relax.

My efforts are futile when I feel another presence has taken Riley's seat. Though, since the stool on my other side is still empty I don't bother to tell them it's taken. I simply place my jacket on the other one. Instinctively knowing that it was a man, I begin to panic when I feel his eyes on me. I don't know why I'm suddenly so nervous and sweaty. I take a few gulps of my drink and realise it's now finished.

"I'll have a Vodka shot," I tell the bartender. I need something strong, something to take the edge off. I need to fucking relax. As he places it down in front of me, I grab it and swallow it down in one before ordering another beer.

A chuckle rings in my ears from beside me. "Rough night?"

His voice is deep, yet…friendly? My eyes glance to the left of me, only to widen in fear.

It's Demetri!

Although it's not.

His huge, wide shoulders and musculature frame is even bigger and more intimidating. The small smile that was on his face disappears as I stare, frozen in place with fear.

His hair is short, yet brown like his.

His eyes are blue, yet wide like his.

His lips are fuller, yet pursed like his.

I gasp quietly, I can't breathe.

-/-/-/-

*Flashback*

A year ago…

I stood frozen in fear as he walked towards me, advancing on me like a lion would to its prey.

Demetri and I had met only a month ago. Everything seems so different tonight.

I knew I shouldn't have taken the risk, but he'd told me to, last night he told me to call him.

"Why the fuck would you do that Edward? Why? I told you my situation. It's not that difficult to grasp; is it?"

I tried to take deep breaths.

"I-I know, b-but you. When we met up last night, you said you wanted me to c-call you…but…you only gave me your home number…n-no mobile. I di-didn't know…I didn't know she'd hear it." I whisper the last part.

"I had to do some major damage control you know. 'Hi! It's um… it's Edward. Just calling you, since you uh…you told me to. Anyways, call me back…if you want.'"

I cringed as he imitated my voice on his answering machine.

I knew it was risky, knowing he was in a rocky relationship with a girl no less. But at the time I called, I was very drunk after having been out with him at the pub.

As I tried to explain that, the fire in his eyes burned and he moved closer, too close. His nose an inch from mine.

"I don't give a shit if you were drunk. Don't. Ever. Call my home number. Again."

Panicking, I whimpered.

Fuck, I'm a God-damned prosecutor but I'm scared of this guy I only met last night? This shit needs to end.

I took a deep breath. "Fine. That won't be a problem. I won't call you again."

As I start to move away from him, he grabs my arm and pulls me into his chest. Just as I think he's about to kiss me, I see his hand reach for my face, before his fist collides with my cheek.

Ow!

Stumbling, and trying to gather myself, my hand holds my cheek as I look up at him in shock and fear.

I'd imagine our expressions are the same.

"I-I'm… Fuck. I- I didn't mean.. I didn't mean to… Shit. Edward…I'm so sorry. I just-just, please. Don't say that. Don't say you won't call me. I. Shit. Please." His hands reach for my face and I flinch, which causes him to gasp, before anger lights his eyes. I'm scared, I don't know if he's angry at himself or me.

Moving swiftly, he takes my face in between his hands. "I'm sorry Edward. Just. Please don't say that. I want – I need to see you again. You're…you're beautiful, and kind. Nothing like me. 'Opposites attract,' right?" he tried to laugh but it was strained.

"Please, forget I did that. It won't. Ever. Happen again. I promise."

When a warm tongue and lips meet mine, my eyes close without permission. He just feels so good…

Stroking my wet cheeks, he murmurs how much he'd like to make it up to me.

And although I let him, I worry it won't be the last time he'll have to make it up to me.

-/-/-/-

As I see this stranger's hand reach forward to touch me I flinch. I need to get out of here.

"Hey," he whispers. "What's wrong?"

His voice is strong, but kind unlike his.

His eyes are squinting, but gentle unlike his.

"I-mm-don't," I breathe. I can't think straight.

"Ssh…" he's so fast I couldn't make a sound. He's hugging me. Tightly but softly. Delicately; like I might break.

His lips are at my ear, he murmurs that everything will be alright. I exhale slowly.

Riley returns to find us in our embrace. He's confused.

The guy explains that I just needed a friendly hug as he grins with his white teeth and laughs lightly, letting me go. But not before he squeezes my hand reassuringly.

Just as he starts to walk off Riley watches him, "Wait, aren't you Emmett?" He asks.

Dark blue eyes, turns to face us again with a smile, "Yeah…" Does he ever not smile?

"You were in my sister's year in school. Sarah Beers? You were two up from us, which makes you…twenty eight?" he quickly calculates.

"Yeah, that's right. I remember her…and you're…Ryan, no, Riley?"

Grinning, Riley nods. "Yep, and this is here is Eddie." His hand lightly taps my shoulder.

Despite my earlier fear I grunt in irritation, "Only my sisters can call me that."

Blue eyes laughs as his head tips backwards.

"Fine, Edward." Riley says.

"Wait. Edward as in, Edward Cullen?" Blue eyes, Emmett asks.

I look at him in surprise, "Yeah, why?" Please don't be related to Demetri…please don't be related to Demetri…

It takes a second for me to realise that for him to know me through D, he would have actually needed to tell someone about me. I sighed, dejected yet relieved.

He smiles kindly and I notice his face is slightly reddening. He shakes his head softly as he stares at me. "You're si..-"

"You guys wanna get a table and sit down?" Riley interrupts.

I nod warily before we make our way to an empty one.

As though on purpose, Emmett arranges for us to sit on one side, opposite to him. I smile gratefully and he winks.

Suddenly a foreign feeling overwhelms me at the sight. I haven't felt this sensation in a couple of months. And as I reach down to pass my fingers over my Jean-clad crutch, I prove my suspicions correct. I'm semi hard.

A/N:

What colour eyes do you have?

Hazel.

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