London with Harry Styles

Prologue

Hiiiii everyone! I've decided to make this story a bit darker and deeper than I originally set out to. This is a new prologue, set about 6 months before we meet Lucy in Part 1. Please comment, vote, and tell me what you think. xo

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'What is she still so sad? What does she have to be sad about?' she said, with a worried look in her eyes.

'I have absolutely no idea. We've given her everything she's ever needed, and probably more. She's at a good sixth-form, has nice friends, a loving family; I don't know what is causing her this pain. There's no reason for it.' he explained.

'Do you think she's been making it up all these years? For attention?' she asked. 

'Again, I have no idea. The psychologists, counsellors and everyone else couldn't answer our questions, so there's no point asking them over and over again. We're just gonna have to see how it plays out the next few months, and hopefully university will be the right thing for her.' he answered, and walked into the back room. She followed, asking something else, but they were out of earshot now. 

I'd been listening to them for a good ten minutes, from sitting at the top of the stairs. It was almost comical, my parents trying to answer questions about me, that even I myself couldn't answer. It was true, they had given me everything, but they couldn't stop things outside of their control. They didn't know about what I used to do, who I used to be friends with, and what happened within that circle of people. They had affected me in so many ways, they'd left an invisible scar on me forever.

I would never be able to let another boy into my life in that way. To be able to trust someone that much, well, that would be impossible. Never. Again. If I ever did let another boy into my life, they'd have to be pretty special. 

All I needed was a fresh start, away from this town. 

Most days were okay, and I'd be fine, but some days I would remember, and I would relapse into this shell of a person, and just curl up in bed and not move for days. It hadn't happened in ages, I'd been fine for nearly a year now, but it happened again last week.

I had been accepted onto a university course in central London, and in a few months I was due to start there. Hopefully this would be the start of a new life, a new chapter, away from here.

Away from the memories.