Ten Years [Zourry]

Rough Start

"Harry you have an hour to pack and be ready before he gets here. I'm not going to tell you again, get up and go have a shower." Anne said, standing next to her son's bed with her hands on her hips.

"No." Harry said, not moving a muscle.

He was comfortable, and warm in his bed.

That, and the idea of being torn away from his home to go live with some guy he'd only met once didn't really set well with him.

"Excuse me?" Anne asked.

"I'm not going." Harry mumbled into his pillow, flinching as his mother jerked back his blanket, exposing his naked body.

"Harry I told you to at least put underwear on before you go to bed." Anne sighed, turning away as Harry sat up, grabbing his blanket and covering himself, glaring at her through his messy curls.

"Get up and have a shower." She said before leaving the room.

"No. You're not shipping me off to the city to live with that guy. I want to stay here. I deserve it." Harry argued.

Anne quickly came back. "No. I'm not letting you sit around here and sulk for another summer. I've tried countless times to get you help, and talk to you but you won't have it and it's getting frustrating. Your sister and I love you, Harry. We want the best for you. We want you to be happy."

"I'm fine! The worst thing for me is to be ripped from all I've ever known to go live with someone who, for all you know, could be a serial killer!" Harry yelled.

"Oh please, stop being so dramatic. You know Louis. We all know Louis. He isn't a serial killer. He's a nice man, and a very good friend of ours. I know you two will have plenty of fun together." Anne said.

"No we won't because I'm not going." Harry said, folding his arms.

"You are. Now for the last time, go get in the shower." Anne ordered.

"Nope." Harry said, staring at her.

She stared back for a moment before walking over to his closet.

She pulled his suitcase down from the top shelf, opening it and putting it on his bed.

"I'm giving you one last chance, Harry Edward Styles." Anne warned. "Get ready on your own or I'll pack your things for you. I know how squirmy you get when I even come in your room, let alone open your dresser drawers."

"Wash, dress, and pack." She said sternly.

Harry stared hard at his mother, wanting to pitch a fit.

But there was only so much he could do with just his blanket keeping his naked body covered.

"Fine. Get out." He said coldly.

"Figured you'd cooperate." Anne smiled before she left.

Harry got out of bed and stomped out of his room to the bathroom across the hall.

"Ew, Harry!" Gemma frowned as he walked past her.

"Go paint your face somewhere else." Harry said coldly, turning the shower on.

"I'll be lucky if I don't lose my breakfast." Gemma said, collecting her makeup and leaving.

She should've been used to her naked brother wandering around by now.

Harry rolled his eyes, closing the door after her before going and getting in the shower.

He took his time in the shower, spending a majority of his time standing in the steam and water thinking everything over.