Brave || H.S

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Jamie Smith

I have no friends. I have no self-confidence. I have no one to guide me. I have no one to talk to. I have absolutely everything wrong in any girls life.

If I were to accessorize myself, cover my few blemishes, and have some confidence some may even say I'm attractive.

But with me barely seeing the sunlight, kept in an organized room to myself, living the most simple life a teenager can face, no one would even catch a glimpse of me.

My mother worries about me, believing I'll rebel and escape my daily awful routine of sleep, eat, read repeat. She thinks that the word brave imprinted on my skin, will make me dangerous, impossible even.

I believe that as much as I'd like to go into the world and find my other half, I just wouldn't know how to. I would never find him in one day and I like to eat, and with no money to last more than for a bag of chips, I wouldn't survive.

If only this was a fairytale story where the prince comes and rescues his princess in her tower guarded by a dragon. In reality all there really is, is a dream for young girl that never comes true.

"Ugh!" I got angry I had to be stored inside a house and expected to be happy. I closed my book, The perks of being a wallflower, which was very good and began to sob.

To make things worse, my mother walked past my bedroom took a look at me, sighed, shook her head, and walked away.

She didn't believe in caring too much, apparently if you care too much it loses it's simplicity, which is what she honored most.

*Diiiing Donnng*

They rung the bell.

That's strange, no one ever visits this area. It's mostly trees with a few patches of open grass with the exception of two houses.

My family's and the house next door. But the Johnson's had moved a year ago so the humongous house was left lonesome.

I hear the door creak open.

"Hello young man" My mother speaks.

"Hi, my name is Harry Styles and my family and I just moved next door. My mum made some homemade warm cookies, and let me just say they're delicious" His voice was raspy, sexy even but it had a different accent than what I'm familiar to listening.

From the angle I was from you couldn't see him very well so I moved to get a better glimpse.

He handed the plate over to my mother with a warm smile. Charming, Handsome.

When the plate came in contact with my mother, her face lost it's color and she fell to the floor, bringing the plate with her to smash into pieces.

I rushed to her side but Harry had beat me to it.

"Mom?"

Still weak, she woke but whispered, "Brave."

Harry had a confused face but I knew what she meant. I looked down at his wrist and sure enough it had a replica to the word on ink in my skin.

Brave.

Harry Styles

"Harry!" My mum called from our new kitchen.

"I'll be back" I told my brother-in-law John, who I was helping move in the crib for his infant, David.

I rushed down the stairs until I almost ran into Gemma and David.

"Harold! Careful, I'm carrying my child here" Gemma scolded at me.

"Sorry Gems" I say chuckling, managing to get to the kitchen.

"Yeeeeees mum?"

My mum smiled at me, "Although this place is very calm we do have one neighbor" she says handing me a plate full of my favorite cookies, "take these to them"

I nodded and walked out the kitchen, and out the door.

After walking the small separation between our houses I knocked on their door.

*thump, thump*

Ugh, they're doorbell people.

I rung the doorbell and a woman came out.

"Hello young man" she was incredibly formal. I heard there was a daughter my age, but I don't think that'll be very fun to hangout with someone with a mother that speaks so clear, simple, and direct.

But I never judge a book by a it's cover.

"Hi my name is Harry Styles and my family and I just moved next door. My mum made some homemade warm cookies, and let me just say they're delicious" I introduced myself and handed her the plate.

Just as that the plate got into her hands and out of mine her face paled and she fell unconscious unto the floor.

I rushed down to help her but I didn't know what to do but someone was already coming down the stairs.

It was the girl.

To say she was beautiful was an insult, her beauty was indescribable.

"Brave" I snapped out of my fancy for this girl. I believe her name was Jamie or something.

I looked at the girl with a confused look but it seemed as if she had figured out why her mum had said my word aloud.

She looked down at my wrist and gasped and she she moved her wrist so it was more clear to read for my angle.

Brave.

My word.

Our word.

She was mine.