Troublesome Love

Troublesome Love Chapter 1

Harry’s P.O.V.

I was walking back to the group home in which I lived in. Zoned out, I sighed. I’ve been in the group home since I was 12. My parents abandoned me and my older sister when I was 10. We got separated after that. She went to a orphanage in London but me on the other hand got sent to live with my Grandma in the states. Nobody knew she abused me for a whole year until she got tired of me and sent me to a group home at 11. When I got there I told them she abused me. I’m not sure if they believed me and took care of it or just thought I was lying for the hell of it. I have had too many hangovers, joy rides, and fights to even remember.

I didn’t like the group home I was in so I ran away. They found me and put me in a different one. That repeated about 3 more times until they put me in one that gave me allowance as long as we went to the group meetings. This group home wasn’t strict at all. I even saw some boys taking girls into their rooms and being very “Loud” and just walked right past the staff members like it was nothing. So that’s my story. Well, not all of it. About a year of living in the group homes someone offered me some marijuana and guess what? I took it. I’ve bad things about it but I forgot about it all when I took that first puff. The guy’s room was right beside mine. He said that it was free but next time I’m going to have to pay up.

And there was defiantly was a next time. Even though I told myself that I would be good, go to school, go to college, get a job, and have a wife and kids, I just let that dream of mine go. I didn’t see anyone else doing anything positive with their lives so I just stuck to my routine. Which was smoking marijuana, playing basketball, going to parties, and maybe even get lucky. I went to school but I only went for food and girls. There are pure sluts here at this school. And I was hella glad, too. I just skipped most of the time anyway. And apparently you have to go or else you’ll get kicked out of the group home and put into another one. So, I went. Got suspended about 3 times. One for getting caught snogging with some girl in the closet.

I’m 18 now and of course failing and getting held back every year. Apparently they don’t let you pass by your age now so I don’t know when I’m going to graduate or even if I am going to. My appearance was completely different from when I was 12. My hair has gotten curlier, I’ve gotten tattoos up and down my arms and some on my chest, and piercings on my nose, eyebrow, lip, and gauges. I usually wear converses, tank tops, and skinny jeans. It was very hot here in California so that’s all that I really own. All that I own in my closet that is.

I came back to reality when I felt someone grab my shoulder. “Hey! Just the guy I was looking for!” the guy slurred. Usually I wouldn’t be so calm when someone would come up behind me like that. But in this case I’m not alarmed at all. It was of course the guy that sold me marijuana and showed me to this world. It’s not something you’re exactly thankful for but he was my first friend.

His name was Louis. He was about 3 years older than me and also had tattoos and piercings. Which he got when I got mine. We watched each others backs. And of course he dropped out of school and got kicked out of the group home and they didn’t send him to another one though. He was of age. He had a job which was the only one he ever had. Selling marijuana. It was a good pay, though.

“There’s a party over at Nick’s house! Wanna come?” he said leaning on me a bit trying to keep his balance, clearly intoxicated. “Yeah, sure I’m in.” I said stopping and forgetting about going back to the group home. “Alright! Come on this way!” he said taking off in the other direction and stumbling a little. I laughed at how it’s not even 5:00 and he’s wasted and ran behind after him on our way to Nick’s house.

*In the morning*

I woke up to the sound of the usual yelling in the hallways. I groaned getting up with the worst headache ever. I looked at the clock through the darkness of my room and saw it was past noon. I got up and reached over for the light which was a stupid idea. But I needed to find the medicine. I don’t remember coming home but I was glad I got home and didn’t wake up in some random person’s yard again.

I’ll save that story for another time. I found the medicine and a water bottle and drowned 2 pills. I turned the light back off and laid back down but only to have the light turned back on after the sound of the door opening and closing. “What the hell do you people want now!?!?” I yelled sitting back up to yell at some bastard in my room. But when I did finally get sat back up, I didn’t meet some staff member’s eyes that made me want to throw some punches at them.

The only thing I met was the most beautiful Y/E/C eyes I have ever seen before.

A/N: It’s my first fanfic so feedback is appreciated! And if you don’t know what a group home is then the only answer I have for you is Google it because that’s exactly what I did. And Y/E/C means “Your Eye Color" :)