Found Me [Harry AU // COMPLETED]

Chapter Twenty-Four

Maybe that was why his father left, maybe that was why he lives alone, maybe that was why he was left with nothing, for the fact that he couldn't just fulfill people's needs.

He wanted to satisfy everyone with talent, with a million worth smile, with a heart to capture butterflies and colours, with a golden touch and as a boy who could act like a diamond and treasures for people to love and care for.

But he couldn't do any of those. His fingers would shake before writing a quiz, his steel long ruler would drop from his clumsy move of his arm making it to drop with a high sound of disturbance. His eyes would shake every time someone talks to him and he always thought of running away. To run from the sun and just hide under the shadows casted by a tree, hide from the conversations and into the lonely silence that was suffocation. Run away and block all the noises to give company.

He hated all the stares people gave him when he talks as if they never heard a British person speak. He hated all the whispers when he introduces himself infront of the class like there was no boy like him before. Or when he used to eat only toasts and chocolate milk and other boys thought that he had some weird diet. He wanted to tell this to his father, in need of a hug, motivation not an agonal father who lives in a world of adversity.

He was walking down the hall with his grip on the bag tightening and his eyes searching everywhere for comfort. Just a smile would do. But none was there.

"Liza he's such a freak" he heard a girl past him say. He breathed out silently and just walked, thinking and convincing himself that she was only saying that of jealousy. But there was nothing to be jealous of when it comes to Harry Aidens. He was nothing but a poor boy who was scared of anything. Everything.

"Oh my God did rats tore his jeans or what, they're totally out of style!" Another girl whispered.

"Bro check out his face, he's such a creep"

"The way he walks tells me that he was in an interaction with some demon or something" they laughed.

'I need to get out', he thought. His pace fastens and he bumped slightly into other students, ignoring them cursing when he did.

"I need to leave" he then whispered, but it felt as if the was walking through an endless path.

Josh greeted him like the usual which was a simply 'hi' and a 'how are you'. Harry only returned it with a lazy expression, seeing that Mr. Felon was talking seriously with another business guy in his office. He walked past the door and went to his usual place where two boxes await. He sighed and places his bag down on the chair, staring down at the paper below at his feet.

Before he was able to pick it up, Josh spoke up.

"Mr. Felon's opening up a new branch, don't know where he got the money when his shop clearly isn't doing very well" he says, typing something out.

"Maybe he saved it for a while now, don't get wrong ideas. Pretty sure it's you who does all that" Harry picked up the small note, seeing it was a scribbled cursive handwriting. It said something about a new bookstore, that the contractor was someone named Leonardo or something.

He placed it back down on an old table, knowing that that table was bought last year.

"Are you seriously implying that I get money illegally when we've been working with each other since babies?" He sounded a bit hurt but Harry knew it was just a lie so he decided to ignore that.

"Yeah okay so you admit that when I met you, you were a baby" he rolled his eyes with a playful attitude, keeping his laugh back.

"Yup, I was a very cute baby wasn't I?" he said, smiling with delight and confidence.

"And then puberty stepped on you real hard, I don't even know how your mother even thought of you" Harry replied, trying to not laugh from the gasp he heard coming from Josh.

"How could you? I'm telling Cara" he says, and just when Harry wanted to reply, the office door opened revealing the guy and their manager.

"Good morning boys" he spoke with a huge smile as the guy left, leaving them three to the shop.

"You seem in a good mood sir" Harry said as it was obvious to the reason why.

"Any of you wondering why?" He asks, rubbing his hands together with anticipation.

"Ooo I don't have any idea because my head is a fucking baby, did your mother send some cupcakes saying that she has menopause and just realized it?" Josh pretended to be giggly, bouncing on his feet. Mr. Felon rolled his eyes and ignored him, having no clue that the two already knew.

"I'm opening a second shop! It'll be bigger and have more books that are best selling, new release and more, oh damn I'm so excited like shit" he laughs shaking his head.

"What about this shop and the antiques?" Harry asks.

"Hm, I'll think about it. I always do" he said, shrugging before walking to his office again.

"What a mad fucker" Josh muttered.

"Don't be rude" Harry said before thinking of something. He never had a phone so maybe if he gets his paycheck next week he would be able to find a phone. But the problem was he don't know how it works and there was no one to help him. But there is.

"Hey Josh can I ask you something?" Harry turned around and made his way to the cashier, leaning against it while Josh typed on his Lenovo phone like he might lose his fingers and that today was the last day. He put up one finger in front of Harry's face, touching his nose before rubbing it to tickle him.

"Get off" he pushed his finger and just waited until his eyes drift up.

"Yeah what do you want?" He asks, his thick eyebrows now raised up.

"You know that I don't have a phone before right?" He asks.

"Mhm"

"So I think I'm going to buy a phone, if you could help me pick a nice brand and teach me how to use them...." He faded to his sentence, waiting for Josh's reply.

He knew that he would make a funny comment to that, or maybe make fun of the fact that he needed his help, or call him the little guy in this conversation. But with a relieved thoughts, Josh didn't.

"Okay little bro"

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A/N

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