Charlie. (Larry Stylinson)

Introductory (Prologue).

Summary: Harry has passed away, leaving Louis to raise their teenage son alone. In the cupboard is a journal full of Harry's life-reflective letters left for Charlie.

Styles' Household.
[Three weeks after Harry's death]

Charlie has emotionally withdrawn himself from most aspects of life; a dullness in his green eyes. He scans the envelope, fingers tracing the solid wax that continues to keep something sealed. And it scares him to open it, scares him to know that the words inked across the sheet are just another reminder that, that's all he'll have left of his Papa Harry. But he's also apprehensive about seeing the depth in which the letters were written; how much of his father's blood and heart were etched across the sheets; and his other father reminds him that Harry would never leave behind the words of a heavy heart; but him saying that, with teary eyes and a strained tone, made it complex for Charlie to believe him. "Go on, read one, love," Louis tells him. Charlie nods, heart thumping against his chest.

August 14, 1988.

I woke up that morning, heart and smile as joyful and bright as the sun. I remember that morning in the form of my feet racing down the stairs that creaked and the smell of sausage and toast instead of cereal. It was rare that my mother cooked in the morning time, always in such a rush to get to the post office, and then work; however, that day was different - my first day of high school. I was a few months into the age of fourteen, small pubes here and there, cracks in my voice as it struggled through adolescence; and I remember how my sister would always humorously pick at me, say how my tone would be nearly as deep as the ocean. I despised her for the metaphors, but I guess she wasn't too far off. I remember the anxiety I felt with every step Gemma and I took towards the school. I awaited the moment she would give me words of advice, pat me on the back and tell me that freshmen year was a breeze for her and that she would always be there if I found myself in need of some company to get through the day; but she didn't. Upon reaching the school, we parted ways - her running off with her friends, now juniors and on their way to adulthood, and then there was me.

I remember standing around in the halls, my back against the water fountain, hoping I wouldn't step on anyone's toes or accidentally knock someone's books down. I remember all the chatter, old friends rejoining and rejoicing their final years to come, and newbies like me, trying to ask others for certain classrooms. I was scared to approach anyone. Call it prideful or stubborn, but I felt as though I was better off fending for myself than having to socialize with people I didn't know. And I remember gazing through the crowd, seeing the boy with the blue eyes.

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Author's Note: Just wanted to say that each chapter will be this short and written with the same style. I want to keep it simple. I hope you all enjoy. Comments and feedback are very appreciated :) x