Something else // L.S

Chapter 2

I think this chapter is alittle rushed, so ill probably end up editing it.

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Harry's POV

I wake up, hearing the sound of my alarm; I really hated that fucking alarm.

I jump up out of bed and into my on suite. Yes, on suite, my family’s very rich. We have one of the biggest houses in this town. It has 3 bedrooms, 3 lounge rooms, a music room for all my instruments, 2 studies (one being my step dads that I’m never allowed to be in unless he asks me to ) a kitchen, a pool, spa and about 4 bathrooms. Too much if you ask me, I hate being rich. My parents spoil me too much, and I really hate it. I don’t want to be one of those kids that are really stuck up & rich, like half the people at my school.

I turn on the tap splashing water onto my face, trying to wake myself up properly. I look up into the mirror, looking back at my relfection. I had no top on, showing off my tattoos. Yes, tattoos, hard to believe right? a nerd having tattoos? Well i got them last year, I have birds on my chest, a butterfly on my stomach and a few tattoos on my left arm. No one knows about them except my mum, Perrie and Liam. If people at school found out i had tattoos i'd get bullied even more. I grab my hair gel out of the cabinet and begin to gel my hair back. I never wore my curls out at school, I always gelled my hair right back, I don’t know why exactly, I guess it suited my nickname at school the "nerd". I finish gelling my hair and wash my hands and walk back into my room. I grab out my brown pants and red sweater from my walk in wardrobe spoilt I know). I get dressed quickly and spray myself with some deodorant. I grab my school backpack, putting my macbook and homework I’d recently done into it. I put one strap over my shoulder and grab my phone off my desk. I walk out of my messy room, I never clean my room, considering I had 843857894 maids to do it for me, another reason I hated being rich.

I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen where mum was making breakfast. I sat up on the bench while mum cooked around me. "Where’s George been lately?" mum blurts out. Really. This really isn’t helping me get over him. "Um..Uh...he’s been busy" I lie. I didn’t exactly know what to say considering she doesn’t know that we dated, my parents didn’t even know I was bi sexual. No one knew except for George, and I really hope he doesn’t tell anyone or it will give people another reason to bully me, but I guess he wouldn’t tell anyone because he was bi too. "Really, are you guys still friends?" she asks, "Mm, not really, no" I reply, "Whys that?" she asks, flipping the pancakes over. "Gee mum why so many questions this morning?" I tease, giggling. "Just making conversation!" she replies nudging me. My mum and I are really close. My stepfather and I aren’t close, not even the slightest. The only time I ever see him is when he comes down from his study for dinner. So it’s just me and mum, considering Gemma, my sister, is at university in America. She visits often, but not often enough. "Hop of the bench love so i can get your breakfast" mum says trying to push me off the bench. I jump off and go sit on a stool. She brings my pancakes over sitting them in front of me. "Thanks mum" I say before eating up as much as I can. Its 7:30am, shit I’m going to be late.

I finish my pancakes within 5 minutes and grab my bag, kissing my mum on the forehead, but before I could leave mum pulls me back, passing me my glasses. Ah, yes, my glasses. One of the biggest reasons I get bullied. I don’t get it though, why should someone get bullied because they wear glasses? "You should wear your contacts?" mum asks me. She knows I hate my glasses, but if I start wearing contacts at school, I’ll just get teased more. But my mum doesn’t need to know that. I just shake my head and head for the garage door.

I walk into one of our 4 garages, this one being the one where I kept my car. I hop into my range rover, turning on the air conditioning considering it was quite warm. I reverse out of the garage and out of the drive way and into the neighbourhood. I drive past all the mansions. I lived in a really posh area. Every house was at least 2 stories high, and very big, with expensive cars sitting in the drive ways. I got to the suburb gate, scanning my card on the device on my right, so the gates could open. I drive out and head on my way to school.