Found Me [Harry AU // COMPLETED]

Chapter Six

He constantly jumped, as he heard a loud bang on the other side of the call. He wanted no harm, but a single hello, and update of what is happening there. He begged for an answer, wanting no more screams or cries. He needed to hear his father's voice then only he could breathe out his held in sigh. His hand shook but his grip onto the small phone was strong, his knuckles turning white and pale. He could feel as if his skin could tear out any time from the force he's pulling by the grip. He wanted nothing else but a voice.

Harry swiped of the small dust beside his crackers from last night, seeing two rats already munching his food. He rolled his eyes and just stood up, wiping off any dirt on his loose pants. He looked at the light from his small window, seeing no legs passing by which he knew it is only five am. Living there for years could bring yourself to know what the time is judging by the light. He could only sigh about it, but inner deep inside, he thought that he was lucky he had a place to sleep, that he didn't turn out to be like one of those bums on the streets.

He blinked three times, trying to get his head on a clear path, as his mind is dull every morning. He loved the fact that he could wake up on his own every five am, or sometimes seven. It is like he was born to go to school. Or waking up to go to college. But with limited money and less education, he could have any doubt that school isn't for him.

He dropped out of school at sophomore year, when his father disappeared and couldn't pay the bills. He left Harry alone outside the gates with only a water bottle and a paper which was the bills his father didn't pay. He didn't cry at that time, just sighed and took one last look at his school before walking off to his apartment.

Again, he was kicked out as the rent wasn't paid for seven months and that his father wasn't paying attention to do so. He was heartbroken by the fact he had to live alone and never see the guy who took him away from that orphanage.

Harry stepped outside, seeing no one out this morning. His work isn't starting until eight am, which he always take his free time walking along the streets. He loved how the fresh morning air is pierced to his skin, lightening up every part of his body. The feeling of happiness he gets when the birds fly above him, chirping every second. He loved the smell of coffee and buns from the cafes he passes by, lingering around the neighborhood. Although he isn't talking with so many people, he loved the smiles of the shop owners when opening their stores, the laughter of kids when walking in groups towards their school. He enjoyed the looks of elementary girls and boys talking to each other on the bus that passes by every day. And most of all, he adored the families.

Growing up without a family was a tough situation for him, as he couldn't find a job, or how to get money. He didn't know where he could get a shelter to stay in. Especially when he's the only child. Or at least, in his new family.

His life started out real hard when he hit his spot, as his father was on a shaky string. He was only quiet, just crossing his arms while watching his father sit at the table, with a framed circle glasses resting on his nose, as a frown was etched on his face. He would always be in front of bill papers, while Harry just sat at the corner begging for attention.

"Harry?" a girl's voice was called out, catching his attention while he walked. He turned around to find a familiar sight of a female. She had flat chest, with her brown hair tied up into a loose pony tail. He could notice natural black high lights along the strands of her hair. She had freckles on her neck, with sharp cheek bones, and jaw. Her lips curved up to a long smile, something that reminded him of the Joker. Her eyes was lined with thin eyeliner, and her eye lashes curled up. She didn't wear much makeup, something that made him remember her.

"Freshman year?" she asks once more, with her eyes hoping for him to remember. Which he actually do.

"Oh yeah. Yeah of course. How, how have you been?" he finally replied, relieved he had found someone who still knows him after the incident.

"I've been great. Got accepted at California State University" she shrugs, still keeping her pretty long smile on. Harry adored her a lot back then, and he somehow felt like he still do. He loved most of the things about her, how she doesn't have big boobs like others, that she doesn't expose her skin and rather wear skinny jeans with a sweater that looked like it was her ex-boyfriend's one although she never dated. He loved how she rarely use makeup except thin eyeliner and lashes curler. Which also includes lip balms. He liked her a lot on small things, like her gestures and body language. She made him smile a lot.

"Wow congrats. How long has it been?" he asks happy she doesn't treat him like dirt whose father left because of money issues.

"Not long actually. Probably four days back I got the letter. What about you? Haven't seen you ever since what happened" she said taking a seat at a bench beside them that is carved with doodles and names by the town people.

"You don't actually wanna know" he breathed a laugh, taking a seat beside her. He shifted so he could face her, and adore her features.

"Do I?" she laughs. Harry smiles as he shake his head really hoping she wouldn't push him away too.

"You don't" Harry continued, smiling.

"No, c'mon. I do want to know what happened to my only friend" she said, crossing her legs which Harry is surprised, that it fits on the small bench. He loved this lazy side of her, it shows how she could be comfortable any situation. She never cared about people's opinion and that was one thing he wished for.

"Umm... if you say so. I was searching for a job after he left me" harry said, trying to get all the facts right as she nods slowly.

"And then the landlord kicked me out of our apartment" Harry said sighing silently.

"He what?!" she scoffed.

"She, Deanne. It was a she" Harry laughed.

"Yeah whatever but how can she do that?" Deanne said.

"My dad didn't pay the rent for seven months" Harry shrugged as if it was the simplest thing.

"And?" she said, looking at him straight as he looks down ashamed of his past. He shakes his head, not wanting to continue any further from the memories he tried to bury. He kept silent and felt tears blurring his eyes but it didn't drop. He just kept quiet.

"Can we go to your place?" She asks hoping to listen to his past somewhere private.

"No, not mine" Harry said finally looking at her face he had longed for.

"Okay, mine?" she smiles.

"If it's fine with you" his eyes glanced between her eyes and her neck which had long line of red mark. It didn't look like a love bite or a hickey but was a stripe of red. He decided to not ask her since it might be a touchy subject and instead follow her up towards her house.

Hands intertwined.

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A/N

I would hate and love Deanne throughout the story cuz she is Harry's old friend at high school. You would soon find out about her but I got bad news. Really bad.

Tomorrow would be the final day I would update Mixed Connection and this story since I am going to Malaysia and I wont have my laptop for a month. Sorryyyy but I promise I would end this two properly. I made this chapter only Harry and tomorrow MAYBE would be Aronica's part only so yeah.

Peace xx