The Beast (Harry Styles)

Chapter One

It is only fair this Beast has a name,

But it is one of which he is ashamed;

For it means one who protects a home,

Yet he is one to forever roam.

As you know he is violent,

The good in him forced silent.

But moving on

Before the day is gone:

The Beast's name is Harry

And his appearance isn't scary.

His hair is curly and dark brown,

Falling on his forehead like a halo or crown.

His eyes are a beautiful green that shine;

His face, if I do say so myself, is quite fine.

Harry is very lanky,

His mood staying a permanent cranky.

It is very different than that of the Beauty,

Who is selfless and kind,

Who takes care of people without it being her duty,

And she never has mind.

But to jump into the story,

Where this Beauty is in her full glory

Searching for her imbecile brother,

Who's missing days have gone up another....

~.~

"Adeline! Have you checked the market for William?" my mother frantically yelled as I walked through the door.

"Yes: but no one has seen him since last night," I replied, disappointment and worry clear in my words as I closed the door. I walked over to the chair by the window, facing my mother as she paced around the living room.

"That boy! When I find him, I'm going to tape him to a chair, and he will never be allowed out of this house or my sight again!" 

"But what if you must visit the market, or use the bathroom?" I asked, holding back the urge to laugh.

"Then he will come with me!" my mother said like it made sense.

"Yes, but if you go to the market, he would leave the house...doesn't that contradict your earlier words?" I challenged playfully. 

"No, well--yes," my mother thought aloud. "But that doesn't matter! The point is he will never have freedom in this world again!"

"And yet, we live in the Free World...," I muttered amused.

"I heard that Adeline!" My mother had stopped pacing and stared out the window. We sat in silence for a few minutes. 

I thought about where William could have possibly ran off to. There weren't many places in our small village, and I had checked all of them for him; no one had seen William. A feeling rose in my chest as I knew he had to have done something to do with the Band of Baby Brains, as I called them. No--that was insulting to a baby; a baby had a bigger brain than all of them combined. 

They ran across wreaking havoc among the quiet town. I had no idea why William would even want to join them; but then again, no one had ever accepted William. No one accepted any of us...

Our family was like the black sheep of the village, made fun of and not taken seriously. My father had aspired to be a successful merchant, but when the times got rough for everyone, they hit us hard. He now does whatever he can do to make a few dollars.