Inner Demons (Harry Styles fanfiction)

Chapter 2.

Note: -This is another flashback. - I didn't clarify that I only use Harry's looks and name and I don't imagine his real parents as his parents in the story.

Inspiring songs:

The 1975-The City

The Neighbourhood- A Little Death

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 I'm Harry. I'm 17 years old. It's 6:30 on a Friday morning. Another day. Another dull day. 

I can't stand this routine any more.

I have to go to school again. I can't deny that I'm afraid of what will happen once I get there.

I can't stand another day of being bullied by almost every boy and girl at school.

They think I am the quiet one. The one that they can easily harass because they're not afraid of me. They know I won't react.

I never do anyway. I never stand up for myself. I am not even capable of this. I'm capable of nothing.

I try to think of something positive that might be waiting for me at school.

My friends.

I can't stand another day of being ignored by the people I call my 'friends'.

I am the quiet one for them as well. They can go on and on about their problems and worries and I will be there listening to them but it feels like I don't have the right to open my mouth and express my opinion.

Why would they listen to me anyway? I don't even have something to say. I'm not social and outgoing like they are. I'm the wallflower and they're the dancers.

Do I even have friends? Am I even important to anyone? I ask myself the same questions every day.

I can't tell if I do have friends or if they're just a part of my routine as I am a part of theirs.

Why would someone like to be friends with me anyway?

As I'm lost in my thoughts my eye catches the painting I drew last night. A grey background with a big black hole in the center and big, white, sharp geometrical shapes in it. I can't really remember what I was thinking when I drew it. I think it was about a car crash.

Drawing is my escape. It's the only thing holding me back from going absolutely insane. I don't know where I get all the inspiration from, but I feel the urge to draw almost every night. Maybe because it's the only way to let everything that is torturing me on the inside out.No one knows about it though. And I don't want them to find out. No one would care anyway, even if they knew.

I open my window to see a clear blue sky and the sun rising so bright. It's definitely nice out there. I wasn't expecting such weather, but it's April 25 so it makes sense.

April 25. Friday.

Oh! The party. I totally forgot about the party.

It's the big Spring Party of my school tonight. This year it's hosted by the most popular guy at school, Jake. He has this huge mansionlike house in the heart of London, a few blocks away from my house that looks ridiculous compared to his.

Everyone will be there. She will be there.

She. Amelia. Maybe I'll get the chance to talk to her again like the other time in the library or when we were paired together for the chemistry project or at that other party when I knew she was talking to me because no one else familiar to her was there but I didn't care.