This Is How It Starts.

Chapter 1

Edward hummed around the room looking for a spare shirt, half of his and Harry's clothes were packed away in bags, He climbed the ladder of his childhood bunk bed, Harry had gotten the single bed across the room whilst Edward insisted on keeping the bunk bed, for sentimental reasons. He felt freely around the mattress before finding an article of clothing, a simple black tee, he threw the shirt to the lower bed before placing himself on the floor in a press-up position, doing a quick thirty push-ups with ease. From the other side of the room he heard Harry groan, feeling his eyes roll, Edward turned his head whilst on his nineteenth push-up giving Harry his best pointed look.

"Something wrong little brother?" Edward teased, controlling his breathing.

"You barely try and you're as fit as a bloody boxer! It's so stupid!" Harry huffed rolling on his back with an 'humph' and that was a clear sign something was bothering Harry and it wasn't Edwards exercise. Edward picked up the pace of his push-ups feeling a burn in his arms and lower torso. He jumped up pushing out a quick breath, as he regained his breathing he pulled the shirt on, discovering it was one of Harry's, it was much more tighter around the arms and not as loose around his waist.

"Well," Edward turned back around to his younger twin "Someones gotta keep us safe and considering I'm the oldest and " Edward stopped short, Harry was the nice one so what was he? He wasn't the mean one, he had a few friends around the village and his social skills were good. He was serious but not in a ball busting serious, well what ever he was, he was fine with it, right? "The most aggravated?" Edward frowned at his words. Harry's head popped up and his eyebrows raised in question.

"The most aggravated?" Harry asked in disbelief failing to hid the fond smirk that spread across his face.

"Well whatever I am, I've got to protect the both of us and exercise helps, but I know you're not upset about my exercise technique" he confronted moving forward to Harry's bed and flopping down besides him "So, you wanna tell me what's wrong?" Edward said, the both of them staring up at the ceiling, glow stars and planets stuck to it from their childhood.

"It's just," Harry sighed turning to look at the side of Edwards face "What if, we have the same problem we've had since we were young?" Harry said in a small voice, like he didn't want Edward to hear completely. Edward knew exactly what Harry's cryptic words meant, Harry was anxious about how Edwards behavior and temper would reflect on their next three years at university, he stayed silent Harry still had the same look on his face which meant he still needed to talk.

"What if, it gets worse. I don't mind it, truly. I know you do it because you're protecting me from other people, but" Harry's face contorted into one that looked as if he was battling with himself which if Edward would say something in retaliation, in a way he would be battling with himself but that's beside the point.

"What if, this time mum can't bail you out or I can't stop you or you get hurt?" Harry looked sad and fragile and Edward wanted to say something like "It's too early for this" but seeing his twin a little anxious and scared was by far the worse thing and he was right, it is too early for this.

"What then, Edward?" Harry looked back at his twin, the reflection of himself. Edward replied in a heart beat.

"I promise you, Harry" Edward looked at his younger self "I'll try to control it, but for now we need to get going other wise you won't get to show off the car around campus"

And just like that Edward was able to enlighten the mood.

Not always the serious one, Am I?

Harry smiled at that, it was a smile that had meaning to it, that meant that he was grateful to talk about this and get the answer he needed. His brother never failed him.