Harry And Edward

Chapter 1

Harry's POV;

"Dad, are you serious? College? Me?"

"Yes Harry. You're eighteen now. It's time you learned some responsibility."

"Oh and COLLEGE is the PERFECT place to learn about responsibility?"

"YES. IT. IS. I will not have you continuing on disrespecting me and everyone else in this family. Harold it is about time you learn how to have a little bit of responsibility, respect for elders, and some independence. You can't run any business until you learn that. You understand?"

"NO. I don't understand! How does spending time in a shitty building filled with people I won't like have anything to do with learning any of that?! I can learn those things once I manage the business and everything. Besides, it's a big waste of fucking money."

"Harry! That is no way to talk to your father! He's only looking out for you!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever."

"This is EXACTLY why you need to go to college. As far as the money aspect Harold, the money I've spent bailing you out of jail, repaying peoples' homes you've vandalized, replacing cars you've wrecked, and everything else under the sun, college is nothing but a small dent in the account."

"It's not even-"

"Don't even say it's not even that bad. Run along now. Go finish your packing. Jacob will be here in thirty minutes with the car."

"This is so unfair!"

I stomped my feet against the mahogany floors, emphasizing each individual stomp as I made my way to my room. I angrily grabbed hold of the handle and swung my door open nearly unhinging it. Lying on my unmade bed was two large suitcases. I know, Harry that's too small of an amount of luggage to bring, but let's all be honest here. I will not be in that prison for longer then two months. One luggage per month.

I grabbed all the shirts I owned, not even caring about folding them in the suitcase. I grabbed all the jeans I owned, which were simple distressed tight black skinny jeans. Have to keep something consistent. I grabbed whatever else seemed like would be important for college and dumped it in the luggage.

I heard the sound of my door creak open. I felt my stepmother's hand against my shoulder and immediately shrugged it off.

"What do you want?"

"Harry, I know this is tough for you, but this is for the best."

She looked at me with that fake loving smile and rapidly blinking eyelashes. I hated her. Her fake love towards me would never compensate for what she did in the past.

"This is for the best? Really? You of ALL people care about me? You obviously didn't care about me when you did that shit. Fucking get off me and don't act like you care."

"Harry, sweetie. I do ca--"

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! LEAVE! NOW!"

"HAROLD! JAMES IS HERE!"

I grabbed my suitcases off the bed, making sure to shove stepmother bitch to the side. I hated her. I will always hate her. I lugged my suitcases down the steps, shooting my dad an angry glare. I hated them both.

"Hello Mr.Styles. Let me get your bags."

"Here."

I roughly shoved my bags towards James and proceeded down the stairs. I harshly opened the door to the Range Rover, nearly pulling it out of the hinges.

"Fucking college here I come."

AUTHOR'S NOTE;

Brand new story I am writing. I'm sorry if any ideas are similar. As I've said before, ideas pop in and out of my head all the time about new stories. The format may be the same, but the events will be different I reassure you! I hope you enjoy this book! Thank you so much!