Unknown Letters (A Harry Styles FanFiction)

Lara’s POV

          “I guess I’m a normal girl. I have my flaws. I try to be perfect. I also crush and pick out the perfect boys in school. But, do I have friends? No, not really. I at least have one. I think…it’s complicated. If my cousin counts, then that’s 2…”

          I put the letter in the envelope, and write a address I made up in my head. It shouldn’t be real. I’m not going to worry about it. Who the fuck cares anyway, right?

          “Mum, I’m going to go to the post office and see if we got any mail.”

          “Okay Lara, be careful.”

          “I will I will.”

          I grab my sweatshirt on the couch and out the door I am. The post office isn’t that far away. Maybe like almost 3 blocks from the town house. I do check the mail, but I also mail out my letter. Just for fun. Give the ladies a hard time trying to mail it. Haha. I guess you can call me a rebel, not.

          On the way back I look at what came in the mail. Dad, Dad, Mum, Dad, Emily, Mum, and…LARA?!?!?! Since when do I get mail? And who the hell is it from? I don’t know anyone from “Holmes Chapel”…although…. I don’t live too far from there. That’s all it says though at the return address label “Holmes Chapel” no flat number or street, nothing. I can already tell this is going to be a interesting day…

          “Oh good!!! You’re back!!” My mother says…well squeaks. I guess you could say.

          “Yeah…”

          “Will you be a doll and walk your sisters dog?” Hell no. I am not walking my SISTERS dog. She wanted it, she can take care of it.

          “Ugh. Why?”

          “Because Greg, her boyfriend is here.”

          “I don’t care. Its her dog. She wanted it, she can take care of the damn thing.” I snap. I’m sorry but this happens ALL THE TIME!

          “LARA! WATCH YOUR MOUTH AND DO AS I ASK!”

          “Why should I?”

          “Because you’re 17. I’m still in control.”

          “Ugh. $10.”

          “$5.”

          “Fine. But tell Emily she’s doing half of my chores.”

          And with that I’m out the door with Pooch. He’s a Jack Russell. I know right, who gives a Jack Russell the name of ‘Pooch’? Stupid right?

          “POOCH NO!” I yell as he tries to jump on a little girl. Ugh no offense but I hate this dog.

          The little girl falls down and starts crying. Ugh. She looks 2. I help her up and apologize and keep walking as her mother gives me dirty looks. Yeah well I don’t give a shit. Obviously I’m not in the mood today. All that’s on my mind right now if that letter!

          I run back to the town house, and or flat with Pooch infront of me. I bang on the front door since someone locked it but no one opens it. I bang and bang and bang and still no one comes. What the hell?

          WAIT! MY WINDOW IS OPEN!!! I run around back with Pooch of course. When we moved here my father was going to take down this big weird looking tree that’s near my window but I begged him not too because “it’s not fair to the trees”. He couldn’t stand me begging anymore so he gave in. Luckily I can climb up it. It has a lot of open spaces.

          I hold Pooch and somehow get up into my room. I open my door and let Pooch run free away from me. That’s when I heard Emily and Greg. I run up to the very top bedroom (it’s a attic but we made it Em’s room) and barge in.

          I saw exactly what I did NOT want to see. Emily straddling Greg basically eating his face off.

          “WHAT THE HELL EMILY?!”

          “LARA GET OUT OF HERE!”

          “NO! WHY THE HELL DID YOU LOCK ME OUT OF THE DAMN FLAT?!”

          “I thought you went with mum and dad.” She says calmly. That’s bullshit. She knows it too.

          “Bullshit.” I say and storm out of her room. Time to see what that letter says.