𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 - 𝘡𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

Youth

My mom taught me to be a good person. She taught me to not steal, to help elderly. She taught me to treat a girl with respect always. She held the back of my bike when I was still learning and fell without her. She always held my hand on the first day of school, until my dad told her that she was babying me too much.

The same mom that had no hesitation throwing a "sinner" out. Harry could never forget the way her lip had curled upwards and her eyes had this strange crazed look in them, it was terrifying. Harry had ran that night, he ran through the night sky, tears staining his pale cheeks reddened by the cool midnight air. He ran and ran until he felt like he couldn't breathe and his lungs hurt.

Was he a sinner?

He would never forget the way his mother said that word, not even saying but spitting it out like some form of poison. He played with the loose gravel on the sidewalk, the moon shining loudly on him and his sorrow. He gazed at the sky a little, wondering why God had made him like this. He cursed this world, the cruel world who made him this way.

"Hey, who's there," he heard a voice with a thick accent call out from the dark, he debated to respond.

"It's me," he said quietly, choking up, god he hated how weak he sounded. Looking upwards he saw the shadow of a petite man, with long hair that curled at his ears. He couldn't quite make out his face in the dark.

"Oh hello," the man said, Harry recognized that  accent to be that of Bradford. He knew little of that place, besides that the students in year five called it Bradistan. The boy took a seat next to Harry on the rough sidewalk. Harry could smell the cigarettes and a slight rose scent from him, he turned his head to the slightest. Goddamn he was gorgeous.

"Hey,"  Harry stifled out, eyes trained to the boys face. The boy seemed to shy away from Harry's gaze and turned his head.

"Why are you crying," the man asked, his eyelashes fluttering, he looks like a Disney princess Harry thought, it's in the eyes.

"Uh it's stupid got kicked out," Harry laughed it away, pretending he wasn't in tears seconds ago.

"Been there a few times," The man laughed as well, tension seemed to slip away from the atmosphere. "Why did you get kicked out?"

"Came out to my parents," Harry said truthfully although he was debating lying. The man seemed to gaze back at Harry now, fuck Harry hated how the butterflies in his stomach began to dance. "Didn't catch your name by the way?"

"Damn, tough," The man started, "I'm Zayn." Harry smiled it was a pretty name for a pretty boy, he also liked the way Zayn pronounced it Zen.