Styles' Smile [HS AU]

Chapter 04: (inspiration) ☑

hi, i would just firstly like to apologize because i have absolutely know idea why my chapter previously went to private - so i deleted it and i've now made it unprivate, sorry for the inconvenience :)

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I've always been a sucker for cliche romantic stories; for example, titanic, the notebook, the vow, pride and prejudice, love actually, sleepless in Seattle, the fault in our stars,  - I think you get what I'm talking about. I'm not one to hide my emotions when coming to these movies, never. I have always wanted to be part of a movie - I've always wanted the whole love at first sight scenario and how everything will fall into place when you meet 'the one'. Since I had been diagnosed at such a peak age, I couldn't actually prowl for girls and 'the one'. No. I was stuck in hospitals watching the movies and longing for it to be me. 

I liked to be alone and watch the movies, so I wouldn't be given weirded out looks when I cry or curse at the screen. Apparently I am quite an animated person as if I don't like something - my face will just tell you without me even realising. One tragic day, my main nurse who was name was Shannon Tyler came into my ward while I was watching titanic and it was the bit when Rose is on the plank of whatever she's on, floating while Leonardo De Caprio, who's character name I have forgotten... was hanging on whilst freezing to death on that thing she was like lying on. What gets to me the most was... THERE WAS BLOODY ENOUGH ROOM FOR THE BOTH OF YOU OKAY, YOU ARE NOT A FAT PEICE OF CRAP ARE YOU? HUH. HUH? GOSH. It always gets to me, so I was crying as well as cursing and lovely Shannon has to walk through the doors at that moment. 

She gives me that look and walks out again. I thought this would be like a moment she would forget. But she doesn't forget it. In fact she tells Doctor Josh Candour about it, and my parents. Together they all agree that this talking to movies and the reacting the way I do is sad and needs to be tamed. As soon as possible. Together they put their 'genius' brains together and somehow came up with the more idiotic solution ever, which was to send me to a group session with people my age - in my condition. 

I was fifteen at the time, and at that age, be honest with me. You're not going to be very sociable are you? Exactly. I very was anti social, and I forgot it was like to be out in the 'normal world' as I had been staying in the hospital and coming home then doing that same cycle for over two years now. I forgot what being a teenage boy was like. I would suck at making friends. 

"Harry. Hunnie, sweetie, darling.-" now whenever my mother says more then one pet name in a sentence... that means she's about to say something I will not like. And she was correct to say three pet names as this idea, was stupid. 

"-I think, we all think that it's time you stop being so isolated from people your own age. You need to start being sociable like you used to again. It's like you've completely shut down for two years, now we need to reboot you - bring out that sarcastically humorous lanky curly haired big baby of mine.-"

"-Excuse me? I am NOT a baby. I stopped being a baby when I got my first chest hair okay? And then my pubes.-"

"-says the big baby crying whilst watching the most sickening love story after Romeo and Juliet." my twelve year old sister butts in and sticks her tongue out at me childishly. Sickening love story? Rose and blah blah has the most tragically beautiful love story of all time. Gosh, I'm acting like this story is not fictional.