My damn alarm clock is waking me up at 6:30 a.m. in the damn morning. I totally forgot to turn it off yesterday morning, biggest mistake ever. It's a damn Saturday morning and I'm so hangover from last nights party.
Suddenly I remember I'm not alone in my bed, I look over my shoulder and there I see my hook up from last night. I don't remember his name, all I remember from last night is that I wanted to get wasted, fuck someone and have an amazing night.
Which worked out pretty good. But he needs to get the fuck up and move his arse out of my bed ! So I'm waking him up and tell him to leave. After he left I'm taking a shower and getting ready for the day.
One hour later I'm sitting in the kitchen and eating my breakfast, while my mum is looking at me with a angry look on her face.
"What mum?", is all I manage to say this early on a Saturday morning. She just shakes her head in disappointment.
"What the fuck is wrong mum??", I ask her again but this time annoyed as fuck. My mum is walking up to me with her coffee in her hand and speaks up.
"You did it again. And I thought you changed for good." I don't need this shit so I stand up and walk towards the front door, grabbing my keys and just leaving my mum in the kitchen. When I look back I see my mum crying. Shit, I made her cry again but it's none of her business right ?
*Two Hours Later*
I'm in my car driving around London without a clue where I should go. I'm new in this town but I just had to get out of this damn house. Seeing my mum cry doesn't affect me anymore but sure as hell it's not right making her cry. Why couldn't she just shut her damn mouth ? I won't fucking change for her or anyone, never.
While thinking about my mum I decided to drive to a park where I love to spend my time by myself. When I take out my phone I see 7 missed calls from my mum. And I don't even feel bad, her worrying about me. It was her fault that I left in the first place, now she has to deal with it.
When I finally walked up to the bench I always sit on, I see this boy sitting there on my damn spot. Great.
I walk up to him. "Umm could you please move your arse? That's my damn spot."
He looks up to me and starts to smirk. "Nope." That's all he says, and I get fucking pissed so I push him.He stands up and comes closer to me. "You like it rough huh?".
Is he serious ? Does he know who I am ? Of course he doesn't, I tell myself. When I move closer our chests are touching. I can hear his breathing and I bet he can also hear mine.
"You don't even know who I am. So why the fuck would you ask me shit like that?"
He looks straight into my eyes. His eyes. I have never seen a green like this. Then I look down to his lips. They are moving but I'm not listening to him.
Suddenly he turns around and walks away. Finally I come back to myself and shout. "WHO ARE YOU??"
He turns around with a smirk on his face and shouts back "I'M HARRY!" then he runs away.
And I'm standing there confused all by myself.
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FanfictionLeyla is 17 and she is getting out of control. She doesn't give a damn about anything in her life but then he came into her life...and the love story begins. Well that's what she thought. © l_orchidee__xx All rights reserved.