***DISCLAIMER: ANY @ NAMES MENTIONED IN THIS STORY ARE NOT AFFILIATED WITH HARRY STYLES OR MYSELF. IF THERE IS A PROBLEM WITH THE NAMES MENTIONED IN HERE PLEASE LET ME KNOW SO I CAN CHANGE THEM. I RANDOMLY MADE THEM UP AND I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE IF ANY OF THEM ARE REAL OR IF THE OWNERS OF THESE NAMES DO NOT WANT THEM TO BE USED. AGAIN, LET ME KNOW IF THEY NEED TO BE TAKEN DOWN AND I WILL REMOVE THEM. THANK YOU.***
Kylie burst through the front door of her house and trudged upstairs throwing her JansSport book bag on the floor watching it skid across the vacuumed carpet in her bedroom. Kylie flung herself across her patterned comforter made neatly on her queen-sized bed. She slid her phone out of her jean pocket and tapped the Twitter app. She stopped scrolling through her timeline when she noticed something.
@HarryStyles dude I'm so sorry for bringing it up. I forgot.
Kylie tapped the tweet and noticed it was a conversation between Harry and some unknown person. Her curiosity got the best of her and she read the conversation from beginning to end.
@HarryStyles mate, how have you been?
@_johnny_ fine why?
@HarryStyles I mean your "thing"....
@_johnny_ erm it's better I guess
@HarryStyles I'm sorry bout your parents mate
@_johnny_ can we not um talk about this now?
@HarryStyles I mean, your parents are dead bro...I'm tryna help.
Kylie looked back at the tweet she originally tapped: @HarryStyles dude I'm so sorry for bringing it up. I forgot.
She reread it over and over again as anger surged through her petite body. She slammed her phone down onto the soft bed and she could feel her warm blood course through her veins. "I'm so sorry for bringing it up?? I forgot?!" she thought. Bullshit. Complete, utter BS. She sat up and closed the tab for twitter on her phone. Then her mood depleted. Harry's parents are dead. Gone. He has no one. Kylie's eyes began to well up with salty tears. Her hands trembled. She stood up dizzily and walked out of her room, past Jacks room, and down the hall to descend the stairs.
She stopped on the bottom step as she heard her mother and father in the kitchen a few feet away.
"Robert! No! We cannot afford that!"
"Honey, it's not a huge purchase!"
"But the house is already close to being foreclosed..." she whispered, wary of Kylie hearing them from upstairs. "If we keep spending and spending we will go into debt and lose the house!" Her tone got louder and more exasperated. Kylie's heart plummeted to the tan carpeted stair below her. A stray tear rolled down her reddened cheeks. She held her breath as a sniffle threatened to expose her eavesdropping. Soon the house went silent. Kylie's heart thrummed against her chest and in her head. She felt as though her erratic heartbeat could be heard by her temperamental parents so she dashed upstairs to her room and slowly closed the door behind her. She leaned against the door and her legs slid out from under her as her bottom hit the ground. She pulled her knees up to her chest in a fetal position and grasped her bottom lip in between her teeth to keep from sobbing. Soon, she heard her mother whisper from the hallway,
"I think she heard us, Rob"
"She's in her room!" her father said in a hushed and angry voice. "The hell she can't!"
"Don't get upset-"
"And maybe if you weren't so damn controlling we wouldn't be in this shit right now."
"Whoa! Don't blame me! I'm the one that works my ass off to provide for us! You have no goddamn right to tell me what to fucking do!" The whispering escalated in volume as Kylie leaned against the door to hear.
"I work too! In fact, I work more than you!"
"I wouldn't consider sitting at your office typing a little story, working." her mother says no longer whispering. "Do you clean? Cook? Take care of Jack?"
"I take care of him!"
Not wanting to hear more of the atrocious fight occurring through her door, Kylie stood up quietly and walked to her bed grabbing her phone. She slid toward the window and propped her window open with a biology textbook. She then proceeded to grab a hoodie (not her moms) from under her bed and slither into it. She smoothed down her wavy brunette hair and stepped one foot at a time out of her open window and onto the sloping roof into the frigid air allowing goosebumps to rise from her pale skin.
*******
"Hey Kyles!" Mia greeted as Kylie stepped into the café. After sneaking out, she walked six blocks to the nearest café which also provided as a highly popular after school hangout during the weekends and on Friday nights. On this particular Friday night, it was packed.
"Hey..." Kylie zoned her eyes to the small stage on the right side of the café where an old alternative folk band had set up singing songs Kylie had never heard before.
"You okay?" Mia asked as the condensation from her tea seeped in between her fingers. Kylie nodded slowly, replaying the fight between her parents in her head, her eyes glossy.
Mia pointed to the bar in the back.
"How about I get you a drink, yeah?" Sympathy shielded Mia's blue eyes. Kylie nodded once again focusing on the band on the stage. A minute after Mia ventured toward the bar, a bell jingled. Kylie looked at the the entrance to the café where a bell was hung on the golden doorknob. She stared at the figure that entered the room as he slid into a small booth on the left side of the entrance. She noticed his knobby knees didn't quite fit under the wooden surface right below his chin as they slightly held the table up at a small, yet noticeable angle. She gazed at the tall, handsome boy as he glanced at the menu in front of him.
"Hey. Here you go." Mia said breathlessly as she shoved the tea in Kylie's hand. "What are you–" she started looking at Kylie's eyes and following her gaze. "O-M-G!" She squealed, "It's Harry!"
"Shh!" Kylie looked at her friend sternly.
Mia looked to the floor ashamed at embarrassing Kylie. But an idea struck and Mia gleefully looked at Kylie.
"Go. Go talk to him right now!" She beamed. Kylie shook her brown waves vigorously. "Yes!" Mia exclaimed shoving Kylie toward Harry.
"Harry!" Mia yelled to the booth. Harry whipped his head up and his eyes glanced at Mia then gravitated toward Kylie's. Kylie stood frozen, her lips parted slightly. Mia continued to push Kylie toward the boy and she forced a meager smile as her cheekbones grew hot.
"Hey." Harry said quietly as they finally approached the table. He's cheeks turned a light pink shade and he smiled nervously.
"H-hey...Harry...?" Kylie mumbled. Her heart raced scared of the next words that threatened to spill from her mouth, scared she's make a complete fool if herself in front of this gorgeous man only inches from her with his glossy green eyes peering up into her brown ones, piercing her trembling soul.
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Troubled Boy
Fanfiction"Life is full of temporary fixes and technical glitches and all we want is a love that sticks" ~j. iron word She had always been an outcast in life. In school. At home. In public. She was practically a nobody...
