Dangerously In Love (Harry Styles Fan Fiction) - ON HOLD

Chapter 10

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I was intoxicated with happiness when that notebook made its way to me. His handwriting was funny, very casual and it was the first time I had noticed his handwriting because it was the first time he had written something. It was a lot. I just wanted to drown myself into those words, they were so well written. Who knew Harry could actually write? I furrow my brows as I let myself get lost into his words. 

"Nobody ever said to me that life would be easy but I sure as hell do not remember anyone telling me it would this tough. Well, fuck life. I remember it clear as day when my parents asked me to get out of the damn house. I remember it well when I wandered around in the street looking for shelter, just for that night. It still aches, my heart still tends to break when I think about the time I came to Ted just so he would let me stay for a night. I remember begging him to let me stay with him, not for a night but for a while. I never thought I would do that, begging people for shelter but I guess they say it right when they say that life fucks hard.  

I was a scholar, I still run down that memory lane and think about my time at high school, I was a straight A student. I did not get into fights; I did not ever bully anyone. The fight time I got into a fight with a guy named Calvin, he beat with up badly. The way he punched me repeatedly in my side ribs, and those words he used against me...made me who I am. That's when I learnt the hard way in life, that's how I started being Harry from Harold.  

Drinking for the very first time and puking all over my own shirt wasn't only the stupid thing I did in life. Being drunk in the street, singing on the top of my lungs and making fun of people around were just a few more things. Ted got me home one day when I was drunk on the street, someone beat me up and there I was on the street with bruises and wounds all over me. The only thing I'm thankful for is the way Ted took care of me for around a week. 

I have done a lot of stupid things in life and these are just a few of them. I don't want to be Harold but I just want to be a better Harry." 

Wow, he's a better judge of his feelings than you are. My subconscious needs to mock me when I'm working. 

I felt a smile on my lips and I knew Harry was probably looking for a place to hide. I let out a small laugh to get his attention. 

He looks at me and furrows his brows, "You think this is funny?" 

I smile and shake my head, "No, this is beautiful, Harry. Or should I say Harold?" 

"I don't want to be Harold.", he snaps and I raise my hands up defensively. 

Harry shakes his head, "I knew it. I shouldn't have written this down for you." 

"It's a good thing that you did. I need to know you better Harry.", I encourage him. 

Harry smirks and I get off the couch, "You want something to drink?" 

"A beer?", he states and I can't tell if he's kidding. 

I raise my brows, "A what?" 

Beer. Are you fucking deaf? I really need to do something about my subconscious.