lost boy ¥ h.s

five

yes i know i have been gone for quite some time don't murder me...

also don't get offended by this chapter its fictional

five

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Momma always told me to keep a place in my heart for religion. To always ask for God in my hardest of times, in the hopes that maybe he would reach out. I never understood what he was or who he was there for, but it certainly wasn't me. I deep down have never been certain about the existence of a spiritual being always watching down at us. It just seemed too good to be true. 

I just didn't understand. Where are you God?

"A penny for your thoughts?"

My head snapped up at the sudden change in atmosphere. My eyes landed on the stunning figure in front of me, his smile faltering at my expression.

"Do you believe in God?" I cringed at my question as Harry's face contorted to confusion.

"That's quite the rude question, Love." My hands fumbled with each other on the art table, my eyes focusing on their battle. Harry's foreign accent rung among my ears as i nodded- mumbling, "Sorry."

After an awkward silence, he spoke again- "I don't." Harry's hand stretched out for mine, grabbing my attention.

"Why?" It was a fair question. Yes, Harry didn't seem like the boy to be kneeling gracefully at the pew every Sunday - but he had hope in his eyes, something that you didn't see often in people. In order to believe in something, there has to be hope.

"Mia, It's all bullshit. A business. People use God to convince themselves that there is Heaven after death. I guess it's comforting but in reality, It's just- nothing." Harry shrugged nonchalantly, altering his attention back on his sketchbook. The way Harry thought was brutal, but he had some purpose in his words. None of what he said was meaningless.

I watched as he guided his pencil along the paper. The sound of him humming along with his work brought euphoria to my ears. I smiled down at my paper, thoughts racing through my head. Harry perplexed me in so many ways. It was as if he were an angel.

"Come over after school?" Harry's attention averted to me as his green irisis stared me down in awe. "To do what?" 

"Hang out Harry it's what human beings do." I nudged his shoulder from across the table, smiling slightly at the curly haired boy.

He gnawed at his fingers, deep in thought. Who knew a such a simple question could throw somebody off their feet?

"Yeah." I nodded in satisfaction, watching Harry smile at me - his eyes scrunching along with it.

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Harry stepped cautiously into my home, basically as if he were a mouse. I giggled at his stature, placing a small hand on his broad shoulder.

"What?" His smile faltered as his gaze locked on me.

"You're adorable." My eyes widened as the words left my mouth. Word vomit. Harry grinned, a rose shade beckoning on his cheeks. His gaze went down as he shuffled his feet, not daring to look at me.

We made our way up the stairs, on the pathway to my room. Harry closed the door behind us as his eyes scanned my grey room. Yes my room was boring. It didn't matter much anyway, I would be leaving for college soon enough.

"Where's your family?" He hesitantly sat on the bed with me, crossing his legs as his gaze never left my walls.

"Um, not home. My parents work really late so i usually have the house to myself for a couple of hours after school, do you mind?" Harry smiled, shaking his head.

"Not at all, Mia."

"So about the whole religion thing earlier I didn't wa-" Interrupted, i fumble with my fingers. "Mia, it's okay really. Don't stress." Harry gave me a tight smile, his head nodding towards me as if giving me permission to carry on with the conversation.

"Tell me about your life?" Harry froze- shrugging soon after as he pursed his lips into a thin line. "Not much to it, moved here from England- It's not really an improvement though. It's quite dreary here." I chuckled at his response, Harry smiling in return.

"You're beautiful, Mia." Heat rose to my cheeks as i quirked a brow at the boy. He had not once said something so open to me- and here he was spewing it out into the air like bullets.

"You're quite the looker yourself Harry." My smile faltered as the space between us closed- my eyes doing the same. Harry's breath fanned my lips as the smell of mint gum radiated into my senses- a shiver sent down to my spine.

The space between us almost closed when he brushed his lips against mine- a ringing interrupting us.

"Uh, I'm sorry." Harry's knuckles went up to his lips as he took the call- a look of frustration overtaking his soft features.

"What." His tone was harsh as he picked up the phone, not pleased with the other end of the phone call.

"I'm at a friends i can't he- Don't you fucking dare." I flinched as Harry's voice boomed in the bedroom, his knuckles turning white. Harry huffed as he placed his fingers over his eyes, his foot lightly tapping on the wooden floor. "Fine. Be there in five." Harry abruptly hung up the phone, jumping onto the bed once more - his back facing the bed.

"I have to go Mia, I'm sorry." The somber in his voice worried me as i gazed down at him, his eyes watery. I nodded as he got up, his fingers placing themselves under my chin.

"See you tomorrow?"

I coughed slightly as his warm touch removed himself from mine, running my hand through my tangly hair. "Do you want me to walk you home, It isn't an issue- you don't live that far anywa-"

"It would be better if you didn't." I nodded once again as he took one last look, Harry exiting the room.

I grumbled in annoyance, laying back down on my bed. Was he going to be okay? Did something happen? Did his dog die or something?

My head was running in circles as i closed my eyes. Why was he so difficult? Why couldn't he just have just told me what was going on? Then again it wasn't my business but the past few weeks i had grown fond of Harry. Whether he felt the same or not he was a person in my life that i didn't want to be hurt.

But that was exactly what was happening.

Harry Styles was hurting.

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SO SORRY IF THIS SUCKED I HAVEN'T WRITTEN IN A WHILE.

have a lovely Tuesday.

//rose//