suicidal, harry styles

ten

Louis

"Ha! I'll call you later, man. Bye," I hang up the phone and begin my homework, starting with math. I can hear my mother cooking and my father's show on the telly. I start to hear knocking and I know my father will get it. Once the door opens, I hear someone step in.

"Hello, John." I immediately recognize the voice. My heart pounds and I swallow, what is he doing here? "Hello, Erik. How have you been," I pray he's only here to say hi. "I'm good. I was actually wondering if I could talk to your son," Oh my god. No, I can't speak to him. I have avoided him for months.

"Sure! Come on in, he's upstairs." Fuck. I pretend to be doing my homework as he walks up. My door opens and I turn to see him. He walks up to me and I swallow. "Uh. Hi," I give him a small smile. "You know why I'm here," he says strictly. "I..I don't know.. I'm sorry," I try to breathe normally. "Where is she?" He grabs the top of my shirt and pulls me forward.
I swallow again before speaking, "Where is who?" I already know who. "Where is your sister," My heart pounds faster. "They're all in their rooms, why?" I say quickly.
"That's not what I meant!" He shouts. He sighs.

"Where is Kathy?"

Michael

I have recently moved from Australia to England with my three friends and their families. We only know a couple of people here, one of them is named Jack Huston. He has done a lot for us and he has now asked me for some help.

I am currently walking around, waiting for him at the place we were suppose to meet at. With me being always early, I had to wait a while. I look around and see what other people are wearing and what they are doing, what color their hair is and what shoes they wear. This was a little more different than Australia and it would take a while to get used to it. But they did have great style here, each person is different. One has blue hair and the other has old shoes. One is listening to the Beatles and the other is listening to Nirvana.

I finally see Jack walking up to the tree I was leaning on. "Hey," I greet him. "Hey," I stand up straight. "What do you need help with?" I ask. "Are you good with girls?" I smirk, "Yes. Why?"

"I need you to get a girl to fall for you."

"Easy," I scoff.

"But she's in love with someone else," I shrug.

"No problem,"

"Take her away from him,"

"Got it," He tells me he will show me at school who to target and other things I should do and I nod.

This will be a piece of cake.

-

"Luke! Help me with the last box!"
I shout. I was already done with unpacking at my new home and I was just helping Luke since his parents immediately had to start finding jobs. I grab the knife and open up the box labeled "Luke's clothes" and Luke walks in and sits down right next to me. I grab the hangers and separate everything from shirts to jeans and Luke helps me. I hang the last one and shut the closet. "Is that all?" Luke groans, stretching. "No, we still have the kitchen and your parents' room," He whines steps out of the room and into the kitchen as I follow him. We finish everything in about 2 hours before finally resting and watching some films.

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SHORT BUT SO MUCH SHIT GOING ON AMMIRIGHT.

BY THE WAY, IF YOU DIDNT UNDERSTAND, ERIK IS KATHY'S FATHER.

AND MICHAEL AS IN MICHAEL CLIFFORD FROM 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER.