Loosing Rowan (Book 1)

Chapter 2~ His Problem

-/-/-(3 years ago)-\-\-

(Harry P.o.v.)

He trudged inside the house, slinging my bag off his shoulder, weakly slumping against the wall. Today, was absolute s.hit. Everything had gotten worse for him.

Harry Edward Styles went to Harvard University to study architecture. In the beginning of his term, life was going smoothly. He had a good paying job on the weekends, got high grades in class, and had a nice group of friends. (Which he never really lost, just became distant from them.)

It all started to fall apart when he began crushing on Genesis, one of the popular kids. Of course, Harry had no problem socializing, and quickly rose to her status. He wanted to get her attention, and that's what he planned on doing. But his friends had warned him that she'd turned down every single guy, and they'd ended up heartbroken.

What was he supposed to do every time something got in his way? Give up? No. But that was Harry's problem, he had moved up a few grades back in highschool, so he was much younger than most of the other college students. He should have felt proud to be as smart as them, but he didn't. He thought everyone considered him as immature and too young.

Well, he wanted to prove his worth, by winning over Genesis.

It had been going good at first. Genesis seemed kind, and Harry was blinded by this, and began to get cocky. He was ready to start a relationship with her. The 19 year old girl, while he was only 17. He would show everyone that they were wrong about her. And he would show them that he was just as capable as they were.

So, he did ask her. And she said no.

That's when h.ell broke loose for Harry. Everyone began teasing him, saying that he shouldn't have even tried. Rumors began going around, about how a kid got rejected by Genesis Owens. Harry was the talk of the school.

At first, he brushed them away, laughing along with everyone, but eventually, it began to eat at him. His grades began to fall, and he wasn't himself anymore.

He began to dress in darker clothing, he became distant from everyone else, and soon, he was all alone. He lost his job, friends, and social life altogether.

He didn't believe in himself anymore.

So here he was, groggily marching up the stairs, and pushing open his bedroom door. He sat down quietly, staring at the cut marks along his arms. It was at times like this, that he wished he'd never left home. His mother would always be there, with open arms.

But he just couldn't call her now. He was too far gone now. And that long, sharp blade in the kitchen was calling his name. It could all be over. He wouldn't have to suffer in this world anymore.

The moment his head hit the pillow, he fell asleep, planning his rest for the next day.

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Harry frowned, waking up to see that he was still in his dark room. How long had he slept for? He glanced at the clock, reading 9pm. Only an hour? Harry wished he could sleep forever, living in his dreams. Nothing seriously tragic happened in his dreams, and his problems were always solved.