Out of Style (Narry)

Chapter 1

So far, Ireland wasn't exactly what Harry was expecting. Their plane landed in London and then they had to take a ferry the rest of the way. Harry hadn't been in London in years. It actually felt a bit foreign to be back there, not that him and his mum would be staying there long. The ferry trip was nice, Harry enjoying the breeze from the water. He didn't quite care for the smell of the water but when he looked over to his mum she looked so relax and happy that Harry decided not to complain about anything.    

That was only until he saw where he was living. He felt like taller than the tiny house that was supposed to fit people inside of it. There was no yard to it, just a white concrete shed-sized flat stuck between two other small structures just like it. It definitely couldn't compare to the sky-high living that Harry had grown accustomed to in New York City. 

"This is it?" Harry asked her, unsure that his mum had clearly thought this move through. Sure, she deserved a peaceful break after the year in fashion she's had but Harry envisioned a cottage on a hillside where his mum could enjoy some fresh air instead of the crowded pollution of the city.

His mum nodded, removing her sunglasses and pushing them back through her hair. "Welcome home." She smiled at him before taking the keys from her pocket, walking up to the chipping wooden door to unlock it.

Harry made a face behind her, still not sure he was going to enjoy this time. He had no clue if his mum would either. Maybe he had no idea what she really wanted. 

"Come on in and see the place." She waved him over, pulling the handles of her luggage up so she could bring them in, the bags looking too large to fit through the doorway. 

They were lucky that they got to keep their place in New York, all of Harry's nicer things locked away until his mum was ready to move back there. It was definitely way more extravagant than whatever this was. 

Harry was taller than the door so he had to duck in just to walk into his own flat, his hand holding onto his fedora to make sure the top of the doorframe didn't knock it off. He felt like a lanky giant, a bit nervous to stand up straight in case the ceilings were too low. 

"Did you even research Ireland before you decided on this?" He asked her, walking bent over until he noticed the ceiling was raised after the front entrance. His back was already starting to feel sore after he was able to straighten himself out. 

"What were you thinking exactly when I said we were moving to Ireland for a few months?" His mum asked him as she managed to fit her luggage cases around the small table, letting out a hardworking breath once she finished, but she sounded so satisfied. 

"Not this. Not this at all." Harry muttered, looking back and forth in the small room he was in. Further beyond was a kitchen and just before it was a hallway. "Is this seriously it, mum? This one room? How are we going to live here?" 

Anne fixed her hair and let out a sigh. "We'll make it work. We've moved house many times so you should know how to adjust." She told him as she took a glance around. 

He wanted to groan so badly, to ask his mum if she was having some sort of crisis. How could she want to be here instead of New York? They had a view of a city skyline and Harry wasn't ready to see what the windows of this place looked out to, if it even have windows at all. 

Harry shook his head, still stunned by what they didn't have. The house was so small and it only had the front room, the kitchen, and hopefully two bedrooms and two bathrooms. The front room had an old-looking couch that Harry wasn't sure he wanted to even sit on.

His mum walked further down into the kitchen to get a look at it. Harry stayed put, letting himself calm down because he wanted to be so supportive to his mum as he always had been. It was because of her that he's been able to live in some of the most brilliant places he never thought he'd ever see.