Accidents Happen (Harry Styles)

“No mum I can’t do this anymore! I’m so sick of this shit happening every single fucking weekend!” I scream at the women in front of me who is now crouched on the floor looking like an absolute fucking wreck.

Without saying anything more, I run to the front door, grab my grey hoodie and my board. I hear my mother sobbing in the living room and I don’t bother to look back. I slam the door and ride my board as fast as I can away from the shit hole that is my home.

I know the neighbors would have heard every single word of the fight that just took place but I don’t give two flying hoots.  I’m too furious at my mum to even bother being considerate of the neighbors.

As I come to the end of our street, I take a right turn and head down to the beach. The only reason I stick around this shit hole is because I live so close to the beach. The beach is my safe haven. I go there to surf, swim, tan and mainly to clear my head form the dysfunctional family I live with.

As I reach the sands edge, I pick up my board and step into the sand. This feels nice, the sea breeze whipping my long brown hair around my face. I inhale the smell of heaven, being the ocean, and I dig my feet into the sand. I walk down to the waters edge and sit down in the sand.

As I stare out into the horizon of the night sky against the ocean, I imagine my life as a happy and easy going as anyone would wish their life to be. Being at the beach at night is my favourite time to be anywhere. I am completely alone. No one nagging in my ear, no kids screaming, just me… and the ocean.

I watch as the waves roll into the shore and crash against the sand. That’s when I realize that my life is like a wave. One day it is great and everything is going perfect, but then it all becomes too much and it all comes crashing down, and then it starts all over again.

I lay on the beach for what feels like minutes but then turns into hours. I pull my phone out of my pocket to check if anyone who cares about me is worried about where I am. But no. My fucked up mother doesn’t even give a shit about me. So I just lay back down and dream of a better life.

But then I hear a sound that is out of place to my heaven. I hear the faintest sound of feet walking in the wet sand by the waters edge. I sit up and look around to see whose feet I can hear intruding my haven.

I finally spot the intruder, closer than the sound let off. A figure wearing a white shirt walks my way, obviously not spotting me yet. I watch as the figure gets closer and under the moonlight, I can see slight features of the figures face. It’s a boy. A very attractive boy. I can see the moon glistening in his eyes, which appear to be the most beautiful green I have ever seen. I watch as his eyes move from the ocean and lay on me. He then notices that I’ve been staring at him.

I look away, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks.  I hear his footsteps stop and I feel his eyes on me. I look back to where he is standing and find him looking at me, like I suspected.

“Ah sorry I didn’t mean to intrude.” The boy says in the most attractive, deep British accent.

“Oh no, don’t be sorry. It’s not like it’s just my beach. I can share.” I say nervously with a smile. Why am I talking to this boy so friendly? I don’t even know him. For all I know he could be some crazy druggo or rapist. I quickly looking away, knowing in the back of my head that a boy with looks like this couldn’t be capable of doing anything like that. But then again, I have met boys with killer looks who, well… do kill. But this boy gives off a happy vibe. Nothing negative.

“So then you won’t mind if I join you?” The boy asks.

“Ah no. Take a seat.” I reply, with an inviting smile.

The boy, who I’m guessing is British because of his accent, walks over and takes a seat in the sand next to me. I watch as he stares out into the ocean with a longing gaze. He notices me watching him and I quickly shift my gaze to the ocean waves.

“I’m Harry.” The boy says to break the awkward silence. He holds out his hand for me to shake it.

“I’m Lily.” I reply, and shake my hand with his.