Pain

Chapter 1

Harry Styles; you could tell as soon as he walked in that he was more trouble than he was worth, he was quiet and very introverted; when he first moved in across the road from me when I was 15, he was only a year older. His piercing eyes were a beautiful emerald green; which you could see from even far away, his hair was a chocolate brown, curly and messy; which reached in between his small ears and defined jaw. He was masculine, even at 16 and had the most beautiful smile with dimples that complemented his entire appearance perfectly; well that's if he did smile. I live(d) alone with my widowed mother, as my father passed away whilst in the army, he was deployed to Afghanistan where he lived his final days; I was only 2 years old when he passed. When Harry moved across the road he had been with his mother and father who seemed to be happily married; Harry being the only child, got to do whatever he wanted. I live in the Western suburbs of Queensland Australia, a pretty quiet, yet warm and ordinary place.

Harry would always ride past my house on his long skateboard, as I sat on a brown recliner chair facing out towards the window reading one of my many books I read as a teenager. He would ride around for hours, and now 17 year-old me would look up every so often to stare at his complexion, I was drawn to him. I don't know if it was the way 18 year old Harry looked in his black skinny jeans and a Rolling Stone cut off singlet with black and white converse sneakers placed on top of his skateboard as he rode around; with his curly hair messily placed upon his head. Or was it because I felt bad that he was always alone, or if I felt bad that he had to witness his parents' marriage fall apart. I always tried to make conversation but he was abruptly rude with his raspy voice and a light British accent, he never wanted to speak and never made an effort. I guess he just liked being alone. I wasn't usually attracted to men who were covered in tattoos and typically I hated piercings, but there was something about the way, when I'd watch him from afar at school whilst he concentrated; that he would bite down on his lip and brought his stud piercing, that was placed on the right side of his bottom lip in between his teeth. Not that Harry concentrated that much at school and that's when and if he actually turned up; he dropped out before our final year and invested in a mechanics shop that he built up with a bunch of friends, who all surprisingly knew what they were doing.

My mother; Jodie and Harry's mother; Anne, were pretty close friends, they would always grab coffee and Anne was always visiting, she's such a sweet and loving lady, even after the tragic divorce she had and all the abuse she went through with her husband Desmond. It was rumored that Desmond would come home all hours of the night when Harry was younger, drunk and abusive to not only Anne but also Harry. Desmond forced Harry and Anne to move to Australia to get rid of his reputation and start again, but ended up divorcing Anne shortly after moving. One night I was laying in my bed and couldn't sleep; I had exams on my mind and was anxious; groggily I got up and checked the time, 1:23AM. I sighed and walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water which was across from the window where Harry's house was in view, he was sitting out on his driveway with the streetlight placed above him; he was wearing long tracksuit pants and was shirtless with a lit cigarette in his hand. I opened the window quietly; allowing a gush of  cold, fresh wind run through the window and sat in the same brown recliner and starred at him; I was so amazed by his beauty. He sat there puffing his cigarette when his mother opened the front door and walked out and sat next to him.

*to be continued...* hope you're all enjoying the story lovelies! Thank you all so much for reading; more coming soon.
-side note- {not all the photos match Harry's description; I am aware. e.g. in my story he doesn't have tattoos on his neck; but you're all smart cookies so you understand} 😘❤️ Much love -M