Inner Demons (Harry Styles fanfiction)

Chapter 3.

Note: The previous chapters were flashbacks from Harry's childhood and adolescence. This chapter is where the actual story begins. That's why I'm not gonna use Italic any more for the biggest part of the story.

Inspiring songs:

Arctic Monkeys - Why'd you only call me when you're high ?

The 1975 - Me

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 I'm Harry. I'm 23 years old. It's 7 on a Monday morning. I woke up half an hour ago. It's mid November and the weather is rainy in the city of Detroit.

Yes, Detroit.

I got here about 4 months ago to pursue a better future for me.

Well, maybe this wasn't the only reason.

After the day I graduated from university I couldn't stand another day in London.

To be honest there's nothing wrong about London in general, I just couldn't stand all the memories every single corner of the city brought back to me.

I felt like the city was haunting me and I wanted to go as far away from it as I could.

America seemed to be the best solution.

I don't really know why I chose Detroit out of all cities. There's something about Detroit, especially at night, that I really like.

I mean, it's kind of perfect for a lonely person like me.

It's also perfect for all those drug dealers and alcoholics and murderers and stuff but I don't really mind them.

I know criminality is at its highest here but I'm not even slightly afraid.

I have nothing to give and nothing to lose so whatever happens won't really move me.

I know Lily, my mum, would choose another city if she chose for me.

I feel for her. I don't want her to worry about me 24/7. At least I know she's satisfied with my job.

Finance Manager in the Advertising Agency of Detroit.

Big title huh?

Τhe General Manager, Mr. Jones, seemed kind of excited when he hired me. I don't really know why but he did. He treats me well in general.

A few weeks ago Lily found out that he's an old classmate of hers from school and called him in the hopes of making things even better for me. Such coincidence huh? I thought this would make things much more uncomfortable but strangely it didn't.

The annoying part, which unfortunately I can't escape is basically every single one of my coworkers.

Whenever I walk past them they act like they've seen a ghost or something. They hardly ever talk to me and on our lunch break, even if they do ask me to sit with them, I know they do it because they feel like they're obliged to do so.

I am sure that many things are said behind my back. I haven't heard anything yet, but I'm sure.

I am ready to go to work and face them though. I feel a strange strenght this morning. A strange courage to face anything that will be in my way.

Before I realise it I am already in my car, driving to the office.

The streets are wet and slippery but I don't mind. In fact I love the rain. If my apartment wasn't so far away from the office I would definitely walk my way till there.

After about 20 minutes I've arrived and I'm ready to get in there and recieve all the curious looks from my coworkers.

They don't prove me wrong. There's not many of them here yet but they're enough to make me feel uncomfortable as hell.