Anguish and Agony |h.s|(editing)

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[harry's 26 in this btw]

He smiled, revealing deep dimples in his cheeks, then continued.

"It's nice to finally meet you." He said.

He had a deep, husky voice, a heavy accent and long dark brown curlyish hair. It fell above his shoulders and was pushed back at the top. He was wearing black jeans, a plain white shirt and a heavy black coat. He held his hand out for me to shake but I didn't. Instead, I examined his large, veiny hand. He had multiple black and silver rings hugging his fingers tightly.

"I'm sorry." Mary-Anne apologized as his hand dropped to his side . "She's been through a lot and she's not really used to.." She searched for words. "All of this." She sighed.

I studied his shoes as they spoke. Black boots. They suited him. I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Mary-Anne's voice.

"I'll let you two get to know each other a little." She smiled.

The man placed his hand on my back and guided me to the table. He pulled out a chair and waited for me to sit down then gently pushed it in. He took the chair across from me, sat down and introduced himself.

"My names Harry. Harry styles." He cleared his throat. "I just wanted to get to know you so if I do end up adopting you we'll both be happy." He said.

I fiddled with my hands in my lap as he spoke. I still wasn't sure about him.  He seemed nice on the outside but what was he really like?

I haven't been this nervous in years.

"You have a very beautiful name." He smiled.

I kept my head down and he chuckled. He sat there and just watched me; watched my every move. I gulped loudly and he got up from his chair. He strolled over to the door we had just walked through.

"I'll be just a minute." He informed.

I then heard mumbling coming from the other room. I had assumed it was Mary-Anne and Harry talking. Moments later I heard his heavy footsteps against the dirt-free hardwood floor. He placed a few sheets of plain white paper on the table along with some pens and pencils.

"I'm not sure if you like to draw but I thought it might make this less uncomfortable for you." He said with a warm smile.

I reached for a pencil and he slid a piece of paper over to me with a smile. I began making small designs in each corner as he spoke.

"So you like to draw?" He asked.

I nodded.

"Do you play any sports?"

I shook my head 'no'.

"What about singing? Or dancing?" He asked.

I shook my head once more.

"Do you like to read?" He asked, dragging out the 'to'.

I nodded.

"Do you have any books here?" He asked.

I nodded then made my way to my bedroom. I grabbed the first books that I saw and brought the back to Harry. I gently placed them in the middle of the table and he reached for the light yellow one.

"It's Kind of a Funny Story?" He read the title aloud.

"Hmm. Is it any good?" He asked, interested in the book.

I nodded while looking at him study the pages intently.

After a few seconds of examining the first book he put in down and picked up the other one. He held the smaller black book titled "History of a Suicide". He read the back then opened up to the middle and started reading. He seemed to be enjoying it when he read multiple pages before even looking up at me.

Soon enough he closed the book then placed it neatly on top of the other one. Our conversation started up again with him asking me questions and me shaking my head 'yes' or 'no'.

He then asked a question that got to me.

"Do you have any siblings?"

My mind obviously went straight to Michael. I was usually thinking about all the time. I forgot about him today. Once I started to think it was too late. My emotions were out of control at this point and I couldn't do anything.

Small salty tears ran down my cheeks slowly and I could feel the awkwardness in this situation.

"W-would you like me to get Mary-Anne?" He asked in a panicked voice.

I shook my head quickly and he got up and went to go find her. He came back seconds later with Mary-Anne and they both seemed concerned.

I don't know why I said yes because she couldn't do anything besides try to comfort me. She continually asked me what was wrong and if I was okay. I got frustrated and forcefully pushed her away. She stumbled back a bit giving me space to get up and run to my room.

Once in my room I plopped on my bed, stomach down, and thought until my brain couldn't think anymore.

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Sorry for not updating 😕 I didn't have internet for like a week and then my unpublished parts got deleted so I was very frustrated haha but anyways I hope you enjoyed even though this is very short (next chap should be a little longer)

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