Things I Can't

Chapter 1

Harry

I was sitting in my bedroom, my head stuck in a book, listening to rain hit the glass window with a repetitive tapping. The sound would've been annoying to any normal person, but I happened to love the rain. A lot more than sun if I'm being honest.

It was a Monday, and I had already finished with the pile of homework that was given to us to finish over the week. You could say I was an over achiever, but in all honesty I just enjoyed getting good grades. I smiled to myself and opened a book, which was frayed and torn in many places. It was one of my favorites, pride and prejudice. Yeah, you could say it was a girl novel, but I couldn't help but find myself intrigued with Elizabeth and Mr. Darcys relationship. It wasn't sugar coated like in most stereotypical teen romance books. No, pride and prejudice told the truth. The cold hard truth, and I loved it.

I was just getting to the good part of the book when the sound of obnoxiously loud music began playing from the house next door. The Tomlinson manor.

Nobody knew exactly when the feud between the Tomlinson and Styles families started, but the story states that seventy years ago, Harry's great great grandmother had been killed, murdered some may say by her best friend, Angela Tomlinson.  The two families were always at war, telling their young children that the other  is bad, and to stay away from them. They were the richest in the city, and happened to be situated right next to each other, which created mutiple problems, but for the most part they just ignored each other, occasionally wrecking havoc on the other, but hey what's the fun in having an Ememy if you never cause them any trouble?

I remember my mom telling me as a young child to stay away from the Tomlinson boy. Apparently he was my age, and of course I was curious, but I listened to her harsh instructions. To this day, I still have not once seen the boy. We were enrolled at different schools, me at Ridgewood private school, and him and Dickerson All boys academy. I knew that our families didn't get along, but that didn't stop me from wondering what the mysterious boy looked like.

Was he tall and skinny? Small and wide? Muscular? Handsome? Ugly? I pictured the boy to have freckles..I didn't know why it just seemed to fit with the last name Tomlinson.

And yes, in case you're wondering I do like boy's. I have since before I could remember. Girls just weren't..appealing to me. It wasn't anything personal towards them. Nobody knew about my sexuality though..well, besides my nanny Maria

Some might say that it's stupid for a seventeen year old boy to have a nanny, and trust me I used to want nothing to do with the plump, red haired lady but over the years the two of us became incredibly close and with my parents being gone all the time, she kept me company. She was my best friend, well my other best friend.

A knock on the door caused me to drop my book. I jumped out of my seat, running down the stairs to reveal my blonde haired, crazy friend Niall.

I'd met Niall four years ago when he ran into me in the hallway. At first the scared boy thought I would beat him up or something, but I assured him that I was not a violent person and we soon became best friends.

"Harry!" He crowed, hugging me tightly.  "It's been a long time since I saw you mate!"

"I know, like two hours is such a long time." I chuckled, rolling my eyes. He just punched my arm playfully and went into the kitchen to greet Maria.

"So." Niall said, settling down in my blue beanbag that he had claimed as his many years ago. "Any more news with the neighbors?" He motioned to the window next door where I could barely make out the shaded figure of the Tomlinson boy. I sighed and shook my head.

"Nah, my mom threatened to call the police the last time they tried to spray paint our garage."

"Go mrs. Styles!" Niall whooped, throwing his arms up in celebration.

Niall knew about the tension between our families like most people in this town. He had been there to witness a cousin on the Tomlinsons peeing in our golden fountain..yeah that had been a werid experience for both of us.

"I don't know." I shrugged. "I just kinda want to meet the family myself..who knows, they might actually be nice.."
I trailed off, staring again at the window. Niall stared at me, slack jawed and shook his head.

"Harry, if you think peeing in a fountain is good then you may have to go back to preschool to relearn your manners." He stated with a horrified expression.

"Oh just shut up." I laughed, turning on the T.V, Though my thoughts were far away, focused on what layed beyond the window next door.