Hero [Harry Styles]

Part One; He's... different

Part One. 

I know there is something different about him. I know, everybody is different, but he is a scary different. The kind of different that tells you to stay away. The way he carries himself as if hes hiding form something, or someone.

The first time I saw him, a sign flickered in my mind, saying "Danger! Stay away from that boy!" I shrugged it off at first but now, I'm not sure.

He doesn't look that scary. Hes actually very attractive. His deeply caved dimples and sea green eyes didn't make him look intimidating, they made him look hot. He always has his curly brown hair swooped to one side of his face, leaving the ringlets to cover his face. I admire his hair, it seems as if gravity is not a factor when it comes to this boys hair.

All the girls at school are all over him, and he knows it. He takes advantage of it, sending him to #1 of the popularity chain. He knows hes popular, too. He knows he has this whole school wrapped around his long, cold fingers. And he embraces it.

I'm not one of those girls throwing myself at the new mysterious boy. I know it drives him insane to know he isn't getting the attention from me he wanted. He seems like the kind of guy who's not used to being shot down, not that he said anything like that just, I think he can tell I'm not interested.

Maybe its his dark clothing or his towering figure height, but all the guys have an issue with the curly haired jerk. Or ya' know what? Its probably half of their girlfriends. After he came, all of their girls left thinking they will have a chance with Mr.Player.

I have three classes with the green eyes devil. Advance Creative Writing, a class where we write poems and stuff. Biology: hes actually my partner. And choir, you may not thin kthis but that boy has a voice. On the first day, he sang a couple verses from Stevie Wonder's "Isn't She Lovely" to the class. He got a standing ovation from everyone besides me, I was not falling for him.

Choir is actually where I'm headed now. Once I made it to the classroom and into my seat on the risers, I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Can I sit by you?" a deep english accent spoke in my ear, making me shiver. There was only one person I knew with a english accent.

"Why not, Harry?" I said, causing him to slide into the seat to the right of me. We sat in silence as teh other students piled in. I felt scared to know the most feared person in our school was sitting about two inches away from me. He looked at me occasionaly, causing my heart to race a bit. He chuckled once he sensed my fear.

"Good afternoon students!" our teacher said, blabbing on about the fall concert. I always get nervous when she mentions the fall concert because she always gives me solos without giving me time to pratice. I can feel the breathe of another as I start to get too deep into worrying. I turn my head to the right ot coem face to face with Harry. He smirked. I scoffed and turned my head back to the teacher.

After the bell rang, I grabbed my things and ran out of the school to start my walk home. I slip my earbuds in and play the song Skinny Love by Birdy. The words rang through my ears as I turned my on my block.  

In my driveway there were probably the most feared things to come home to. Cops, Ambulance and fire fighters. I picked up speed and ran to the house. A police officer with red hair and freckles everywhere came up to me. "Whats wrong?" I asked, paniking when I saw a body bag emerg from my front door. The cop gave me a sad look and closed his eyes.

"Are you Kinley?" he asked, holding his grip onmy shoulders. I nodded, still shaking with fear. I was never more afraid to hear something in my life. "Kinley, we are very sorry. Your father was killed. We are trying to figure out who did it but,-" then my ears rang and I started to sob. I fell to my knees, holding them and rocking back and forth.

My whole world was just killed. My dad was my everything. He raised me and my brother, Jay when mom claimed she didn't have time for "mistakes" like us. He always made sure we had the best life we could get; good food, money to do sports and things we had to, time to hang out with friends, and time to be with family. He never failed us when we asked to do something and he knew when enough was enough.

My dad tried so hard to give us what we deserved, yet Jay still left. And when he did, dad pushed it off like nothing happened. He acted as if Jay was just at a friends house and will be back next weekend, but he never came back. But, my father kept a strong hold on mine and his life, not letting go. He didn't quit.

My cheeks were wet as I looked up. The police officer had tears running down his own face, running over his freckles and stopping at his jaw. "Kinley, do you have someone we can call?" He aksed and I nodded, pulling my phone out of my pocket and searching th contacts. I wasn't excited for this call, but I had to. I searched until I found the name... Mom.

"H-Hi mom." I stampered once she picked up.

"Kinley, I am terribly busy. What do you need?" She said, sounding very annoyed.

"Dad was murder-ed. Can I stay with you?" I asked, choking back tears at the thought of her saying no. 

"For a little bit. No more than two weeks, I will text you the address." She blurted, hanging up the phone leavign me to silence. I put my phone back in my pocket and turned to look at the red head cop. I nodded my head and said "I'm going to stay with my mom." He smiled a sad smile and grabebd my elbow, pulling me into the house to grab my things.

I only had time to gather a little bit of stuff. But, I was told I could come back later after the investigation was over. After that was done, Officer Jake drove me to my mom's house. I grabbed my suitcase and trotted up the porch steps. "Mom!" I scremed, knocking on the door.

My mom opened the door with a scoff and pointed up the stairs. "Your room is the last one on the right. Dinner in 15 minutes." I nodded slightly then ran up the stairs to my new room for awhile. I opened my bedroom door to reveal a light blue room with brown carpet and a queen sized- white bed. A little table was on the right side of my bed with a dresser on the left. 

This was definately the works of my moms "perfect" husband. I let out a silent sob as I open my backpack to get my homework. I was definately not in the mood for algebra, So I gave up.

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I walk down the hallway, tightening my body together, holding my text books to my chest as if it would save my life. I have survived over seven days at my mom's and I wasn't enjoying it. For one, dad isn't there. For two, My mom doesn't like me. And for three, Harry freaking Styles is her neighbor.

He comes over all the time, helping my stepdad carry things or clean the garage. And he tries to talk to me. I actually remember telling him that I wouldn't talk to him until he brought my dad back to life. He looked hurt, but I was sick of being stalked, honestly.

I have no friends, no parents, no siblings, and nobody to love. I have absolute no reason to be alive. No reason at all. I cry myself to sleep eveynight, scream at all who try to come near, and I haven't aten since the day my father died. Sure, my stomach is eating itslef whole, but I'd rather die than be alive.

Suicide has crossed my mind plenty of times, but today it seemed like a better idea than any other. I have planned suicide plenty of times, but I was always stopped by a dinner with the Cara's (my moms other neighbors). Other times, mom wouldn't let me out of the house. 

But there was nothing stopping me today.