Inimitable Love. (Harry Styles)

BONUS PART. (Harry's P.O.V.)

When Harry met Ciara for the first time.   (Chapter 3.)

"For the love of God see how careless you've become!" Mom's obnoxious voice poured deep inside my ears, "Everyday you sneak out of the house, go to... I don't know what place and return like this-" she waved her hand up and down at my shabby clothes, "What are you doing to yourself, Harry?" Her voice broke in the ending.

Fucking emotional drama.

I cringed internally, "None of your business."

"That's enough Harry!" Now my dick of a step-father came in command.

I rolled my eyes right on their faces.

"How hopefully I got you a job in the gym so that you could work your anger out." He stood up from the dining table and I kept on leaning on the fridge.

His stern gaze locked up with my eyes but I knew I was as expressionless as any flop actor.

"What do you really do?" He pressed.

He wanted the truth then.

"Fuck useless chicks." I carelessly retorted.

My mom inhaled a sharp breath and guess what?

My step-daddy tried to raise his hand up at me.

My brain was younger and faster than his. So, I blocked it easily and stormed out of the room.

"This conversation isn't over, Harry!" Mr. Robin roared but I chose to ignore him.

As my hand raised up to retrieve the keys of his car, I immediately pulled away. I knew that no one would ever trust me again.

Not my mom.

Not my step dad.

Not my uncle and aunt.

Fucking hell not even me.

I jumped into my boots and barged out of the house.

I needed a walk. Maybe a run to gain my sanity.

But nothing could do to regain my emotional stability.

Trust me, I had been trying for two years.

Witnessing a slightly dark and empty street in front of me, I changed my walking patterns into sprinting ones and eventually landing on a run. I wondered how Olympic runners would be jealous of me right now.

Smirking to myself like a dick, I realised there was another person in front of me. The petite frame and long hair screamed of a girl. Adding, she was practically waddling like a duck looking towards the path behind her.

Was she running away from someone?

Boyfriend?

Well, I could be a great rebound.

Potential rapist?

Homes Chapel was far too safe for that.

I slowed down my pace.

Let me rephrase it.

I tried slowing down my pace but unfortunately the girl straightened her posture and ran into me.

Whatever shit she had been holding, was fallen across the dirty road and she shouted.

I cringed for the third time. First, when today's inexperienced hookup chick wasn't good at all. Second, because of my supposed parents' loathsome voices.

And now, this girl.

With a horrified expression, she pulled away. She had an oval face, cranberry red lips, crimson cheeks but still makeup less.