Sunshine (Harry Styles)

nine

Harry and I were now sitting at the small kitchen table in his apartment. He had just shown me how to make a milkshake by gathering the ingredients into a jar, and then shaking the jar to mix them all together. We sat side by side, sipping from the delicious drinks.

Suddenly, Harry sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I need a job." I look over at him as he brings up a hand and pulls it through his curls.

I felt sorry for Harry. I knew if he didn't find a job soon, he wouldn't be able to pay his rent and would be kicked to the streets. I couldn't imagine such a fate for him.

"You'll find one soon," I told him, offering a small smile. He returned it and nodded, taking a sip from his drink again.

"I shouldn't have quit my job with the Paynes," he says suddenly, sitting his glass back down. "I was paid well, and they were nice enough to give me a place to sleep." He shook his head. I frowned.

"But they're cruel, Harry. All three of them. They mistreated you," I tell him as he turns to me. "You were right to quit them."

"But if I had have stayed, I wouldn't be in this shabby place," he raises his voice, becoming angry. I couldn't tell if he was angry at me for retaliating with him, or himself for quitting. "Why do you hate them so much? You don't even have a reason to hate them. He wants to marry you, for crying out loud," Harry says, frowning as his green eyes bore into mine. I gasp.

"Are you crazy?" I ask him. "My parents are forcing me to be with him. And we are not getting married! He hasn't even asked me to marry him," I say, becoming slightly angry.

"I still don't see why you're getting so worked up over having to simply marry the man. You're so damn spoiled that you can't even be grateful for having someone to marry and to love," he raises his voice to where it's louder than mine.

"Spoiled?!" I scream. "You're unbelievable! It's not like I chose to have the life I do! I would happily switch with you any day!" I pause for a moment to catch my breath. "And who said anything about love? I could never love Liam Payne. He's a jerk, Harry!"

"You may not love Liam, but you sure will love his money that you'll get once you two get married! That's all you rich people care about. Money!" he screams at me, his face becoming red. Why was he being so rude? Tears begin to form in my eyes, but I promise myself that I won't let them come out. I won't let Harry see me cry.

"I'm not like them, Harry!" I exclaim, flailing my arms around me. "I don't like the big houses, I don't like the money, I don't like the coming-of-age parties, and I don't like having a maid!" I rant to him. I let go of my promise from earlier, and the tears begin to stream down my face. Harry doesn't bother to interrupt me, but instead sits and stares at me with a blank expression, his anger has clearly disappeared.

I bring my knees to my chest while sitting in the chair. I hug my legs to my chest, trying to hold myself together. As I've said many times, I hate my life, and would do anything not to have to live it. I've attempted suicide twice, but ended up backing out because I got scared. I knew I couldn't turn to self mutilation because my mother or Miss Macey would notice.

Harry still sat next to me, not saying anything at all. I couldn't believe he had said those things to me. I thought we had just begun to have a friendship, or maybe something more, going back to our kiss last week. But I guess I was wrong. I felt pathetic. I was just a little girl, sobbing because a man had hurt her feelings.

I didn't bother to get up and leave, like I should have. I should have left right then, and forgot the curly headed boy. But instead, I just sat there, hugging my knees as silent tears rolled down my face. I just kept thinking the same thought over and over.