Unpredictable [Tomlinson Triplets & Harry Styles] discontinued

Prologue [Part 1]

"I'm telling you Gems, John Green needs to write the second book to Hazel Grace's life," Harry ranted to his older sister.

The 23 year-old man was sitting in the middle of his bedroom, nail polish bottles laid out on his floor with music flowing ever so softly in the background.

His room was covered with Tumblr lights hanging from every corner of his peach colored room. His bed was made up of peach, hazel and white colors. A cherry wooden nightstand stood near his bedside with his alarm clock and a notebook neatly aligned with a pen and a pencil.

Various shelves were filled with an infinite amount of novels that were old and new, read and unread, paperback and hard cover---well you get the idea. A vanity stood in place across from his bed, filled with makeup brushes, foundations, mascara, lipstick and a vast amount of other cosmetic products.

A blue facemask was relieving the pores on his face as he painted his nails and talked with his older sister, Gemma, on speakerphone. Wearing nothing but a 5 Seconds of Summer tank top and black lace panties.

"Harry, I still can't comprehend why you refuse to let this go. I think his purpose of leaving the readers with that letter from Augustus was to satisfy not only himself, but the world of book lovers," Gemma responded.

"Really now? Explain," Harry stated.

Harry Styles was a gigantic bookworm.

From the time his mother taught him to read and write, to his first book that his mother handed to him at the age of 6. The Rainbow Fish was a riveting little book that captured little Harry's attention from the minute he touched the hardback of the book to the moment when he read the first words printed on the page.

It was as if the small novel had transported him into another world.

Before his mother and sister even realized it, the boy had piles and towers of books ever since. Now there were times when he would donate the books he had outgrown to libraries and charities so other children may enjoy them as well. Other than that, he kept most of the books that he has read and reread over the years.

"Look Haz, can we continue this maybe later? Aren't you late for work?" Gemma asked as she kept slicing vegetables for dinner.

"Well I'm actually taking the morning shift from now on starting tomorrow. It's only about 3:30 right now," Harry said.

"Harry, I'm serious."

"Alright alright, I start tonight at 7 and work until 11:30. So basically, tonight is my last night working the late shift," the man sighed.

"Haz, why don't you just quit? Mum and I both know that you hate working there."

His sister was awfully right. The man hates working at the popular coffee and pastry establishment.

The countless flirting he receives daily from both genders. The overpricing of food and drinks people are willing to pay. The noise that bounces off each wall of the shop when it was the morning or afternoon rush. Those impatient customers that do not seem to understand that it takes time to properly fulfill the order. He doesn't even drink coffee for God's sake!

The only reason he manages to tolerate all of these factors, was for the pay that was given to him. It was not a lot to personally satisfy Harry, but it kept a roof over his head and food on his table. And maybe enough to go on a shopping spree or having a little spa day for himself once in a while.

"You and I both know why I can't quit. As much as I want to, it does help me get by in this world," Harry explained.

As the two siblings continued their phone session, eventually saying their goodbyes to one another, Harry began to prepare himself for another night at that Coffee Bean Burden of a Café (Harry's words).

As he locked the door that lead into his humble home, his sister's question rolled in his mind once more.

Haz, why don't you just quit?

The man wasn't even certain he had an answer.