Harry hummed a small tune as he got up out of bed. It wasn’t a pacific one, just a light hum that made Harry smile. It was a Monday morning, and Harry tried to make every Monday as happy and joyful as possible.
After grabbing a plain white t-shirt and some black skinny jeans along with a light red flower crown, Harry made his way to the bathroom so he could shower. Since he was already naked, all he had to do was wait for the water to warm up and step in.
Harry washed himself slowly with his fruit smelling shower gel. He loved how it smelled all fruity and delicious and he’s happy to say it’s his favorite scent. He loved the smell of flowers too, but the smell of fruity shower gels and perfumes are much more pleasing to him.
Harry slowly brought the loofah to his wrist as he eyed it. It was unmarked and clear, there wasn’t a single scar to be seen. Harry sometimes wondered why he never cut, but then he’d realize that he’s not that sad. He just gets down from time to time. Harry’s not depressed, he’s just not.
Harry got out of the shower soon after and began to get dressed. Once his clothes were snug on his body, he gently placed his flower crown on his head. He began to position it so it was just right, and when it was, Harry smiled at himself in the mirror because he looked pretty.
After grabbing his towel, Harry walked back into his bedroom and put his towel away. He then made his way down the stairs to make himself breakfast. He ended up making cereal and found himself sitting in front of the television watching the news. His parents were at work now and Gemma went back to Uni yesterday.
Harry was used to being alone, it wasn’t unusual for him. He spent most of his days by himself. He had no friends at school—they all thought he was weird because of his flower crowns, but Harry thought he looked pretty—so he was alone there. The only time he gets any attention at school is when he’s being made fun of because of his flower crowns or because he’s gay.
Plus, his parents are never home, and when they are, they’re busy. But Harry doesn’t really care, because even if they weren’t busy, they’d find a way to be busy so they’ll have an excuse as to why they’re not able to talk to him. The only time they do talk to him, is when they want to. His father only does so because he’s training Harry to take over the family business and Anne only does so to set him up on dates. Harry hates both those conversations because he doesn’t want anything to do with the family business, and he doesn’t like girls, plus whenever he’s forced to go on dates, he’s forced to not wear his flower crowns and to wear cologne. He never feels like himself on the dates.
But, Harry puts up with it because he needs some kind of relationship with his parents, right?
When Harry looked at the time, he realized it was time for him to get ready to leave for school. He put his bowl in the sink—he’ll wash it later—and went through the front door and left the house.
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Through My Loudest Tears I Hear Your Name // l.s. (FlowerChild!Harry)
Fanfiction[PERMANENT HIATUS] Harry’s life is not the way he’d like. His father wants him to take over his family business, his mother keeps trying to set him up on dates with girls, and his sister barely gives him the time of day. Harry doesn't want to be par...
