Reticent (h.s fanfic, punk Harry)

Chapter 3

Hey all is under editing. Most were saying that Ophelia didn't change much. So I really changed it. Tell me how it is. Enjoy ch.4. :)

HARRY/PRESENT

Life was only filled with disappointments. I could try and pinpoint the one time I was very content with it all. I tried and nothing came to mind. I tried relying on the moment my mother gave me a cupcake for my second birthday, or so the picture had proved, but I could not physically feel what that smiling boy in the picture felt. I couldn't feel his smile trigger my lips, or the shine in his eyes pressure me to look forward. But I didn't remember any happiness, I couldn't recall laughing at the way she sang. The only thing I saw was a little boy smiling at a cheap cupcake with one candle sticking out.

I ignored the way they walked behind me, the expensive boots crushing pebbles. I ignored their calls. And I ignored the car rushing past me to get home.

I looked up onto the sky, sensing the rain before the first drop hit me. The smell of the damp air brought something inside me to a stop. The raindrops fell harshly with a slap to the ground, and I stood there and let the water hit me until I was drenched, then I walked on to the small house I had just finished paying. Inside I could smell the familiar food she would cook, and I could already hear the small humming.

Anne stood by the stove, her bald head void of any scarves as she swayed from one side to the other and hummed along to some song. She only gave me a small sad smile.

She didn't ask why I was there with her, and I was glad.

OPHELIA/PRESENT
I held George's hand while the doctor examined his swollen eye and his red lip. He said it didn't look too bad and that no damage had been done. George would be better in no time.

George wasn't very vocal that day. We took a short ride to pick up some food on the way, then headed to my house. I was nervous as to what my mother would say. If she found out about Harry then I was nervous as to what would happen to him.

When Darcy wanted something, she would move heaven and earth to get it.

But sometimes it would just end up in a fight with John. John could easily get Harry out of the school.

When George and I entered the house, it seemed he was still deep in thought about the incident, he had been this way the entire day and I wasn't entirely sure what to really say about it. I was never put in a position to comfort George, it was usually the other way around.

"Oh, hi honey, how was-Oh my God, George what in the world happened to you?"

The dinner my mother and John seemed to be enjoying was forgotten as they both stood up. Darcy ran to George while John looked at me with a questioning glare. I wasn't sure what to tell him either but waited until George opened his mouth to tell Darcy everything. He said about how he was in the field talking to a friend when Harry came and tackled him. My mother looked mortified by the news.

Her head snapped to John who raised his eyebrows. "You mean, Harry Styles?" It seemed as if John knew him well enough.

George only nodded, holding his hand to his eye. It looked worse now, along with the swelling a deep purple color was taking dominance around it. My mother didn't care really if John knew this boy or not. She pointed a well-manicured finger at him and told him that she wanted Harry out of that school.

I didn't know with what thought she was firing the demand at him.

John shook his head. "I can't just kick the boy out of the school. He got in a fight, it's common for boys to get into small fist fights now and then." I stared between the two, really not wanting to get into this. It seemed my mother fed off of it though. She loved the times she could prove or argue that her idea is always right.
"Common or not, that school has never witnessed a fight before and now he attacked George. That's absurd. I want him out of that school. And you Ophelia," she looked over at me. "You are not to see that boy."

I took a deep breath to stop from rolling my eyes.

"This has nothing to do with Ophelia." He frowned. He just took a deep breath. "Perhaps there was a reason they fought."

George let anger mask his face. I'd seen too much anger from him today. "He beat up George, there is something very wrong with all of this, and I want something to happen about this. It's crazy that you aren't doing anything about this. It was George now, what happens is he goes after another person. I don't like the way he looks or his disgusting behavior."

I wasn't completely sure why she was accusing John of anything at this point. "I can't just expel him like that. You're being selfish, Darcy. That boy got in the school for a reason. We have to see what happens." His tone said that there was nothing to discuss. Darcy raised a delicate brow then stormed off.

"I'm sure there was a reason for this all." He looked at George. "Maybe he thought you were someone else."

George stayed quiet. He always gave an opinion, always dished in with his opinion, but now it was all quiet. He just turned to me with a smile. "I should get going. Just listen to your mother, don't talk to him too much. He looks very unstable, and-"

"Very nice to have you over, George. Have a nice ride back home." John finished for him.

Without another word George walked off. John didn't like George, I didn't know what it was. Maybe it was the fact that he had met me when I was only a little child and captured that feeling of protectiveness for me. "He's a nice guy." I put in. Really, he was. Just a little protective.

"Well, it looks like your dating your mother. But you just don't worry about anything and have fun." He brought me in for a hug. "Did you eat today?"

I'd written it down on the food journal he had given me. "Yeah, I had a chicken sandwich. I finished it."

"Good, now go have fun. I'll see what your mother is up to."

I walked into my room and sat on the bed. I took a deep breath when I heard the arguing come on. It was no different than any other times. I didn't really see what the point of keeping Harry in the school was. I didn't want to offend or push John into anything, but the fight looked pretty bad. He looked too angry.

I only picked up my phone and decided to text Connie. I just wanted to get out of the house for a while. She turned out to be busy and so did Liam. So I stayed in that day and watched TV until my eyes closed to the sounds of the people talking. Maybe, tomorrow will be better.

HARRY/PRESENT
"So George, what the fuck is that cocksucker doing here?" Niall asked and took a sip of the water.

"Fucking beats me." Louis rolled his eyes. He stretched his arms and then fixed his shirt. We were all quiet, looking out to the pond that was infested with water beetles and tadpoles.

Louis and Niall spoke softly under the moon and stars. I just looked at the water, it looked dirty. I bit the inside of my cheek and looked up at the starry night. The stars actually shone that night. They winked down at the world. If only I knew he was here.

But there were so many things that would make this time actually bearable. Blondie. We'd see how George liked that.

"Well, we can only hope for the best," Louis spoke. "Right Harry?" He asked cautiously.

I looked at them and frowned for a moment. "Yeah," I agreed without the knowledge of what they said.

OPHELIA
The morning came with the sun glaring in my room. I got ready and headed to school. I was hoping this would be better day. At least good than yesterday. And maybe it would.

I walked in and smiled because I would make it a better day.

Lorraine <3