Over Again (Larry Stylinson)

Over Again

Harry Styles is an outsider. He's useless. He's a loser. He hardly even speaks. 

After spending years isolated and alone, he gets a chance to start again. Will he ever be anything other than a freak? Can things change for him?

Chapter 1 - Prologue

"Harry, it's half past seven! Time to get up!" Harry heard his mum call from downstairs. He groaned into his pillow.

Ugh, he thought. School. More like Hell...

He pulled the covers over his head, hoping that his mum would forget all about him and the stupid new school. As if that would ever happen. Although Harry loved her very much, he couldn't help but think that she was intent on destroying his life sometimes. He just couldn't start a new school. He wasn't ready. He would never be ready. The very thought of entering a building filled with hundreds of other teenagers made him want to cry.

He heard his mother's footsteps approaching his bedroom door.

"Get up Harry. You can't be late." Anne said.

"I think I'm sick... I can't go." Harry grumbled, sitting up. "Sorry mum."

Anne sighed. "You have to go to school." She sat down on the edge of his bed. "Sooner or later, you have to. You can't stay at home forever, sweetie."

Harry knew she was right. He hadn't gone to school for almost 3 months before the summer holidays.

"Please don't make me go." He pleaded. "I like things the way they are now. I don't want it to be like before."

"It won't be Harry. This is a nicer school with new people. You can put the past behind you. You weren't always like this."

Anne did pity her son. She hated to see him unhappy although that did seem to be his only emotion these days. She kissed him on the cheek. "Put your uniform on and come downstairs for some breakfast, ok?"

Harry forced a smile, for his mum's sake.

"I'll be down in a minute."

Anne went down to the kitchen and Harry dragged himself into the bathroom. He splashed his face with water to wake himself up. He tried as hard as he could not to think about the day ahead of him as he showered, but he couldn't help it.

What if everybody hated him or laughed at him or if somebody noticed the scars on his wrists? What if his mum was wrong, and it was going to be just as bad as his old school? What if it was worse? He shook his head as if it would take all the thoughts away and turned off the water. He tousled up his hair in front of the mirror. He had to admit, his hair was probably the only thing he liked about himself. it was curly and quite cool. He hated everything else. Inside and out.

He took two of his pills. They were supposed to make him feel better but he doubted that they ever worked. Anne had finally trusted him enough to keep them in his own bathroom.

He put on the new school uniform which was fancier than his old school's. He looked like a normal school kid, he guessed.

Except I'm not normal, he thought.

He went downstairs and his mum hugged him and said he looked handsome. She seemed really pleased so Harry tried to look happy as she served him breakfast. She kept looking at him. Harry hated how much his mother worried about him. He hated how much pain he caused her. It was all his fault.

His phone beeped, and he knew before he even looked at it that it was from his sister Gemma, who was away at university. She was the only person who ever texted him.

Good luck for today Harry. I love you and im so proud of you. x x x

Harry smiled to himself. Gemma and his mum were probably the only people who had never judged him, or been cruel to him. They were the only people who thought he was worth anything, even though they were wrong. He was completely worthless and weak and a loser. He hadn't left the house in months, he could go for days without speaking to anyone, and when he did speak to people, he was nervous and stuttered like an idiot. He cut himself and hid it from them. He'd tried to kill himself. He was a disaster. But they still loved him. And as much as Harry was dreading going to this new school, and even though he knew it would be just as bad as the old one, he decided to try really hard, for his mum and sister. Especially for his mum. Even though she denied it, Harry knew that she had taken this job offer and moved away just for him. She had bought this house in the catchment area of the new school for him too.

All of this just so that Harry could start again.

His mum gave him a lift to the new school since it was the first morning, though it was only a five minute drive from his house. It was called St John's. It looked better than his old comprehensive, he had to say. The school was a big old house and the grounds were very grassy. His mum stopped the car just outside the gates.

"I know you're worried Harry, but this can only be a good thing" Anne said.

Harry nodded even though he didn't really believe her. According to his doctor, this was the best thing for him. He'd tried the whole therapy thing. All he could do now was go back to 'normal life.'

"Please don't hate me for sending you here. I know you don't want to go, but it's the best thing for you." His mum said.

"I don't hate you mum. You're only trying your best. It's me who's messed up." He replied.

"You're perfect, Harry. And you've been so brave." She told him. "I'm so proud of you."

Harry hugged his mum. "I'll try to be normal." He whispered.

"Just be yourself. That's all you can be." Anne said, though Harry didn't agree. He'd tried to be himself at his old school and look what happened. He didn't want to be himself.

"Do you want me to come into the office with you?"

Harry shook his head. "I'll be alright." he started getting out of the car. "Bye mum. See you at four."

"Bye Harry. I love you. You'll be great."

His mum drove away and he was left on the pavement, alone. He suddenly felt an overwhelming feeling of nervousness as he walked through the cast iron gates of the school.

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That's the end of the first chapter! This is my first story on here so tell me what you think!

I'm sorry if it is a little bit short but the next few chapters are longer.

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