Harry Edward Styles

First.

Harry Edwards Styles.

Name? Banal.
Life? Horrible.

The young curly-haired boy looked at his alarm clock trembling. Less than six minutes before it starts ringing indicating that it's time to stand up and confront the worst.

School.
The place where we didn't have the right to have a defect. The place where one small mistake follow you for the rest of your school years. Less than two years before Harry could leave this hell.

His alarm clock rang and he jumped, apparently lost in his thoughts. He passed his hands on his face, trembling. He didn't have enough strength because of the blood he was loosing every night in his bathroom and because he wasn't eating.

He got up before making his bed, taking care to smooth the entire surface of tissue. He could not bear to see the unmade bed, an old habit he never lost.

His room was neat, all the posters glued to the walls, CDs classified by group and kind of music in a shelf and his wardrobe was well organized, having only three pairs of black jeans, t-shirts of different groups of music and dark shirts with long sleeves. All his boots and converse were next to his wardrobe. All organized.

He was thin, with thin legs. Curly brown hair and beautiful emerald eyes. And, his long sleeves covered his thin arms, he had huge pockets under his eyes, his lip was cracked and he had a tired face.

That was Harry.

He looked at himself in the mirror always disgusted of his reflection and walked to his closet to take out a T-shirt, his usual black jeans and a pair of converse. He took his bag on the chair of his desk, carefully prepared the night before and he left his room, locking it.

He saw his mother in the kitchen and greet her before getting out.

The wind struck his face and the bus arrived, but he ignored it. He didn't want. He didn't want to go on that bus with all these people.

He started walking when he heard knocking. He turned back to the bus that had stopped near his home to take three young boys, He saw a brown-haired guy and his body froze. His phone vibrate.

From: Stranger.

Oh no, you are always alive, Edward?

He turned around to face the window and saw Mathew, shaking his phone in front of Harry's face while the bus start.

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