Exulansis [h.s]

Chapter 5

Harry Styles

Sun's delicate rays slowly start to settle in, after hiding from the night. The sound of chirping birds and fresh new cold morning wind is surrounding the foster care. As the heater kept beside me is slowly shutting down equating to the fact that it had run out of battery, I drop the thick wool blanket wrapped around me and walk back towards the entrance of the foster where beside the closed door a chair was always kept for me to patrol the area. It depends when I get the night shift or day shift, usually it's me or Aiden but there are a few more people who sometimes do it. I've been here for a very long time and have been arrogant and repulsive almost throughout my days spent here so John decided to 'punish' me by giving me the patrolling duty.

I don't know what they think; giving a nineteen year old a job to guard this place. Shouldn't they have proper trained people to do it? Either way, night shifts are never really a punishment for me. Why would they be? It's the only time during the whole fucking day where I can sit by myself without any disturbances and gather my thoughts. It's cold out, definitely but I would rather freeze myself to death than be inside and hear one more taunt from John. I still don't know where John has decided to send me and why. He never really needs a reason though, he does what he wants and does not care.

My attention snaps back to the heater in front of me and I kick it from the side in hopes it wouldn't die but instead it creates the sound of a loud bursting fuse as the glass covering the fiery yellow- orange light explodes and shatters. "Great." I murmur. The gates behind me suddenly open and John steps out. He's dressed in a blue collared shirt tucked in his black trousers and secured with a belt. His hair gelled and combed back. Jesus it's only six thirty in the morning.

"Well look what we have here." He snarls. His voice dripping in mockery, clearly having fun as he gets to yell again, "You can't stop destroying things, can you Styles?" He straightens his already straight posture and brings his hands in front of him, clasping them together.

"It's battery was ending so I tried to-"

"Aggressively kick it so that it starts working again?" He interrupts me and that's an exaggeration, I didn't 'aggressively' kick it. "I'll have you know that stomping on something won't recharge it, you could've easily changed it and put in new ones but then again this is why you need to be taught discipline." My face scrunches to his statement and he rolls his eyes. "Oh and that reminds me- I hope you are all packed and ready for the programme."

"I told you I'm not going and that's my final decision." I'm so sick of him bringing this up again and again like some crazy person even when I've told him no. I am going to move out soon, why can't he get that through his thick skull?

"And I've told you that you will leave today and I will drop you there myself, no further discussion" He raises his voice as he speaks and leaves, half closing the door beside him while I stand there, my hands clenched and nose flared. "And clean this mess up and be ready, till ten." John's voice calls out the door, echoing a bit signifying that he's standing in the staircase and yelling.

Without realising, I back up to the chair that was behind me, it's backrest grazing the wall and sit down, my head now meeting the wall as I stare up at the morning sky. My eyes shutter open and close slowly once or twice before they immediately snap open, wide as an idea seeps into mind making me reach into my pocket and take my phone out. Searching through my contacts, a grin escapes my lips when I find the one I was searching for. Pressing 'call' on it I wait for a few seconds before a familiar irritated voice, mostly angry at me for calling so early in the morning, speaks, "It's seven in the morning, man."

"Drew, I need a little favour."

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"Come down this instant, Styles," John's exasperated expression is much worse than his language as he yells from the ground floor.