(PARIS'S POV)

After I finished talking to Peter I packed a bag of clothes and essentials that would last for seven days. The next step was to make sure that Harry wouldn't get too mad. It was raining outside so I put on my raincoat over my purple dress, rain boots, and my purple umbrella.

After I finished getting ready I slowly walked down the stairs to the door. I was about to open the door when I heard a voice behind me. "Where do you think you're going." I turned around and saw my brother. "Harry."

(HARRY'S POV)

I was walking towards Paris's room when I overheard a phone conversation. I couldn't believe it, the friend I thought was my friend was trying to steal my little sister from me. I am very mad now. What made me even more angry was that Paris was actually agreeing to live with him. Peter must have brain washed her. I feel betrayed by Peter, who was he to take her away from me. Did he realize that she is all I have left. I went down to the bar and started drinking. I was so drunk when I heard feet walking towards the door. I looked up and saw Paris walking to the door and she had a bag packed. She was about to open the door when I decided to  speak up. "Where do you think you're going." She turned around with a look of shock and surprise. "Harry." "I asked where.....do.....you.....think.....that..... you're..... going." "I wa-." "I know where you were going. You were going to live with Peter. What did he do to you." "Harry, Peter didn't do anything to me. I jus-." "You were just going to live with him. Paris is Peter manipulating you because if he is I will do something if he is." She looked up at me. "He.. is...not .... manipulating me.......... HARRY." I was taken back by this. Paris never talked to me like that before. "Paris you are not leaving.....me..... again. Do you hear me. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME PARIS." She looked scared (scared would be an improvement word). All of a sudden she kicked me in the groan. I fell to the floor holding myself and groaning in pain. "Don't ever yell at me like that Harry. I am smart enough to know what to do in life. And for the record Peter is a nice man. He treats me like I deserved to be treated he doesn't treat me like a baby and scares me like you do." I just looked at her. Peter must have done an impressive job of manipulating her because she would never do this. "You're my brother Harry and I love you. But you need help. I'm sorry but I need this, I am going to Peters and you need help." She walked out the door into the pouring rain. I screamed in agony. "Why does this keep happening to me. Why does life not me to have Paris in my life." I screamed in pain. Oh Peter has it coming. He has it coming bad.