Bambi // Larry Stylinson

Chapter One - Moving Day

So this is my first book, I apologise for any mistakes but I have tried to correct everything (and now I've properly jinxed this and you'll find LOADS of mistakes lol). Please leave comments and tell me how to improve, thank-youuuuuuuu :)

Moving was not something Harry Styles was happy about; Harry's mother had been promoted as a 'head nurse' at Doncaster Hospital meaning they would have to move away from Harry's childhood town; Cheshire. Harry's mum had told him it would be 'good for them to get away' but Harry highly disagreed.

Harry may of been known as a strange, weird and clumsy nerd at his old school but nevertheless he was well known and had many friends that supported him and his decisions. Harry even had a partner, a boyfriend.
They didn't split when Harry moved but the curly haired boy had very little hope that their relationship would last that long.

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'Harry, get up!' Anne (Harry's mother) called from downstairs. Harry could clearly hear his mother -- as she had quite a voice on her -- but he still decided to ignore her and wrap his covers around his skinny, tall, body even more. 'Harry, get up!' She called a few minutes later; Harry still ignoring her.
There was a groan from downstairs five minutes later before Anne began trudging up the stairs of their new house. She knocked on the door, making sure it was loud enough to be heard.
'Harry Edward Styles, get up now!' She yelled, she stopped talking and put her ear to the door; trying to detect any sound of movement. She sighed before opening the door and pulling Harry's covers off of his body.
Harry groaned in annoyance,

'Harry, you're sixteen years old! You should be getting yourself up, I shouldn't have to come into your room and pull the covers off your body everyday!' Harry huffed before sitting up.

'I didn't hear you!' Harry lied,

'Don't give me that Styles, I know you heard me. Be downstairs in fifteen minutes, dressed and ready, or else.' Anne turned on her heel and walked back downstairs as Harry climbed out of the bed.... Well off the mattress.
He knew his mum wouldn't do anything if he didn't come downstairs in fifteen minutes but he couldn't be bothered to argue so he just listened.

He got changed into skinny jeans and a plain white t-shit before looking at himself in the mirror.

'Quiff or no Quiff?' He spoke to himself, pushing his curls up and then letting go. 'Eh, no Quiff should be alright.' He shrugged. He stopped in the bathroom to put some contacts in before jogging downstairs; missing the last step and falling flat on his face.

'Owe!' He yelled as his mother laughed and walked into the room.

'Trust you to fall down the stairs.' She chuckled,

'Yeah, I'm fine thanks.' He replied sarcastically, getting up and dusting himself off.

'Breakfasts on the table.' Anne told him before walking off, a smile still on her face.

'Can't we move back to Cheshire before its too late! Surely you can take your job back before they give it away and I'll get a place for sure at my old school, I had the best grades.' Anne sighed and shook her head,

'No Harry, I told you this move is for the best. We both need a new start.' Harry groaned,

'You need a new start, not me. I had a boyfriend in Cheshire, friends!' Anne shook her head.

'You still have a boyfriend Harry and many friends.'

'None that I can talk to, face to face. And Nick isn't going to want to date for long, I know him; he can't cope with long distance.' Anne shook her head and took a seat next to her son and started eating too.

'Anyway Harry, I'd like you to go unpack your room after this. I wanna try and get as much as the house done and unpacked for tomorrow.' Harry furrowed his eyebrows,

'But I have school now...' He said confused,

'I know how much you love school but you don't go to school on a Sunday hunni.' She laughed,

'But... But... Why did you get me up so early if it's a Sunday! You where so... So... Bossy! I thought it was a school day!' He complained, Anne faked a smile,

'No, I wanted us to spend the day unpacking.' She told him.

'The whole day?!' He exclaimed. Anne sighed,

'Stop complaining, you sound like Gemma!' Anne joked. Harry rolled his eyes.

'Fine, I'll do my room, the upstairs bathroom and the pictures in the hallway and down the stairs. You do everywhere else.' He told her before walking off so she couldn't have a say.

He started taking the boxes labeled Harry's Room upstairs and into his room before unpacking.

'I swear there wasn't this many boxes.' Harry complained to himself before groaning and opening up the box that had his wardrobe bits in. Harry had learnt how to build a wardrobe and other things whenever he went to his dad's; another reason he didn't want to leave Cheshire. He'd left his farther there.
Harry and his dad where close and it broke Harry's heart when him and his mother got a divorce. But he was still able to still his father but now, now this was different. There was no more late night weekends, watching the football game and screaming at the TV when you're supporting team missed such a close goal. There was no more pizza takeouts and jokes about how Harry would forget all about his farther and only ask him for money.

There was no more Harry and farther time and that's what hurt Harry more than anything.

Harry shook his head from the thoughts, a few tears running down his cheek, before he began to build the wardrobe....

It took Harry forever to decorate his room.

Harry's room was rather large, it was a yellow-creamy kind of colour with a thick black line of paint going around the room about a quarter away from the ceiling. His bed was pressed against the back wall, in the middle. A large, thin steal, letter 'H' was placed just above his bed.
He'd put his wardrobe on the left side of the room, against the wall so the wardrobe doors where facing the windows in his room.

He'd managed to screw in a large, long table in the front right corner of the room. This would be the table he would spend most of his time, the table that would be where he studied and went on his laptop.
Above the table was a large, 52' flat screen TV that his father had given to him as a (what he had called it) 'see you soon' present.

He put a picture of him, his friend Liam, his friend Niall, his friend Ed, his friend Cara, his friend Kendal and his boyfriend Nick on the table as well as a family photo of him, his sister (Gemma), his mum (Anne) and his farther (Des). He placed a picture of him and Nick kissing in a photo booth on the wall, next to the table; that way his boyfriend would always be next to him whenever he would be sitting there.

'Done.' Harry sighed before collapsing on his bed. A few seconds after his mum walked into the room, gasping as she saw how Harry had decorated.

'Wow Harry! This... This is amazing!' She gasped in amazement. Harry laughed, 'Since when did you learn how to attach a TV to the wall and build a wardrobe and draws! Oh my!' Harry smiled, he loved it when his mum was proud of him.

'Dad taught me how to do it last summer.' He told her, smiling at the memories. Anne smiled, she never really liked the idea of Harry and Des hanging out but she loved how Harry would always come back knowing something new.

'Get a move on tho, you still need to do the hallways and down the stairs as well as the bathroom!' She told him before kissing his cheek and walking back downstairs to carry on.

By the time Harry had completed the hallways and down the stairs AND in the upstairs bathroom he was more than exhausted and it was ten o'clock.

'How did you do all of down stairs and the other rooms upstairs?!' Harry asked, amazed. Anne laughed,

'I'm fast.' She told him.

'Yeah and I'm tired.' Harry yawned. Anne laughed and nodded.

'Yeah, I'll make you some dinner then you can go to sleep.' Anne told him, kissing his cheek.

'Okay.' Harry yawned once again before collapsing on the couch...

Tomorrow was school....