Lowkey Lovers (Larry Stylinson)(ON HOLD)

Chapter 1

"Your going to do fine today sweety" Harry's grandmother Mary said as she smoothed out wrinkles on Harry's button down shirt.

"I don't know if I should go today, Can I go tomorrow?" Harry said trying to convince his grandmother to let him miss school again.

"Now Harry, your going to school today no matter what and your gonna get all the education you can, so you can become whatever your heart desires and more." Mary said giving Harry a stern look and a pat on the back.

"Okay Grandma, I'll go" Harry sighed giving his Mary a reassuring smile.

Harry knew trying to beg her to let him miss another day would be like giving a comb to someone that's bald. There's no point. She already let him miss the first day of school which meant he had to go today.

"Good, now go on. I don't want you missing your bus." Mary said kissing Harry's cheek while ruffling his neck length curls.

"Love you grandma" Harry said whilst running towards the door.

"Make sure to have fu-" Mary yelled as Harry ran out the door.

Harry checked his phone to see that he had 15 minutes to get to his bus stop. Harry's bus stop is only 5 minutes away so Harry was in no rush.

Harry stood on the porch of the small white suburban house breathing in all of the England air. Harry was glad that his grandmother took him in when his mother was arrested 2 months ago in May. His mother was accused of robbing and killing an elderly woman back in April. Harry's mother Anne would never do such a thing because she didn't have to. His mother worked as a nurse and made good money. Harry also used to work in a bakery so money was never a problem to them. Harry witnessed Anne saying she didn't do it a million times and usually Harry would side with the law, but his time was different. The look in his mothers eyes when they took her away gave him the reassurance that she really didn't do it. They sentenced her for 15 years. Anne told Harry that they can't keep her in here for something that she didn't do, she would get out no matter what it takes, but that was back in May. It's now August, the last time he ever had contact with his mother was on that dreadful night. Harry started pleading to the cops not to take his mother away, Harry was eventually pushed to the ground by one of them because Harry was blocking the entrance. Harry hit his head on the side of the couch. Thee was no time for Harry to cry, the only thing on his mind was to get his mother away from the cops. They picked Anne up by here arms and legs and were now taking her out the door. Harry remembers Anne saying that she loves him and to stay strong while she was gone. Harry knew that it was over for him because now that his mother was gone he had no one. Harry just wanted to die because he had nothing to live for. Harry went a corner in the kitchen and started to cry. The crying started off loud and uncontrollable, then they turned into quiet soft weeps. Mary came to the house later on that night where she found Harry sitting in the kitchen corner bawling his eyes out. Mary packed some of Harry's things, grabbed the crying boys' hand and left the house not even looking back. Mary has always been the rock in family, since Harry never knew any of his other relatives, he never really had any friends while growing up. He always used to hang out with his mother and most of the time his grandmother Mary. Harry had to leave behind everything he created in Cheshire and had to start all over again in Doncaster. Life with Mary is like a normal, ordinary life. She lives in a white and blue suburban house. She owns two 2012 Mercedes-Benz'. She lives a average life for any woman her age. For 50 years old, Harry's grandmother stood at 5'9 and had salt and pepper shaded hair. She never dressed as people would suspect. Mary dressed herself in skinny jeans and tank tops. Ever since Harrys grandfather died 2 years ago, Mary didn't want that to be the downfall of her so she started going to the gym, traveling, and living life like its her last. Harry wished he could be as free spirited as his grandmother.