Harry Styles One Shots

Rich Boy (His POV)

A/n// quick update!!! Tell meh you luf meh XD
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"Harry, honey, can you come here for a second?" My mum's soft voice called from the back patio. I sighed, but raised my sunglasses to the top of my head and got out of the pool. The girls in there pouted and whined and begged me to come back. Fucking whores. Hey, isn't that why I called them over, though?

I walked to my mum, my soaked body leaving small puddles every time my feet touched the floor. "Yes, mummy?" I'm such a mummy's boy, I hate it. I'd do anything for my mum. I probably wouldn't move out either. But then I wouldn't be paid anymore. And man do I like getting paid.

I'm Harry Styles. The son of the most famous billionaires in all of North America. I moved to Los Angeles with my mum when I was 12. I'm 21 now.

My mum stood on the wooden deck of our patio, her arms crossed over her chest. "Harry, we need to talk about your money problem." She said. "Money problem?" I gave her a what the fuck face. "You spend all of your allowance on hookers and whores and clubbing. Every. Single. Day. We may be billionaires, Harry, but you are spending hard earned money; and you don't do anything! So, from this point on, you're cut off."

"Cut off?" I almost yelled. "Yes, cut off. I will give you no more than ten thousand dollars. Once that's spent, you will not get any more. Unless you get a job of your own. Me and Kayla found a place for you to stay. Until you learn how to responsibly spend your money, you will not come back. Do you understand?" Kayla was our maid. Short little fat girl she was.

I growled at my mother in anger. "Good, you understand. Tell your whores they need to leave." My mum pointed to the pool that held six girls. With that, she walked back into the house, slamming the screen door shut.

I groaned loudly and made my way to the pool. "Girls, you have to leave."

They whined again. Can I snap their necks now? The last thing I fucking want is to hear their stupid whines. They all got out, and purposely swayed their hips, and showed off their amazing bodies. God I wanted to fuck one, but I didn't want mum to be mad at me more than she already is. "Walk faster, ladies," I heard Kayla say. I glared at her and my nose flared in anger. I hated Kayla, I swear I do.

When I was inside, I saw my mum struggling to carry a black duffle bag. I had an idea of what was in it. "M-Mum? What are you- What is that?"

"All of your gold bricks. Well not all, there's still about twenty more up there. Kayla is getting them."

"Mum, let's talk about this. Please?"

"There is nothing to talk about Harry-"

"I'll change! Mum I'll change-"

She slapped me. My head turned with great force and my eyes went wide. She... She hit me. Mum has never hit me.

"Snap out of it, Harold! You are 21 years old for Christ's sake!" She practically screamed. I didn't answer, I didn't know how. I'm still shocked that she laid her hand on me, on my face. The one spot she hates people touching. "This is only until you get your act together. Go get your things packed. Eugene is outside waiting in the car."

I stayed where I was. "Go!" I scurried upstairs, almost tripping over my feet and almost falling on the top of the stairs. I ran to my room, seeing Kayla standing there with a black duffle bag. My gold.

"Kayla, put that down." I slowly said. I tried to sound menacing, but my voice cracked and it sounded like I was begging her. "I'm sorry, Harry, but I'm not allowed to do that."

"Fucking put it down!" What came out next scared me, "Please,"

She frowned but walked out of my room with the gold in her hands anyways. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry. I have to leave all of this. I grew up being rich. I grew up in this lifestyle. I don't know how to survive without all of this. But I found myself obeying my mother and packing all of my belongings. When four suitcases were filled, I lifted three of them, no problem, and brought them downstairs. I grabbed my last suitcase and brought that downstairs as well.