Lullaby // l.s

03.

Songs for this chapter:

{Somewhere in Neverland - All Time Low}

{Only Place I Call Home - Every Avenue}

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Harry woke up Monday morning to the smell of pancakes and tea. He did love his grandma. He got up, got dressed and headed downstairs to sit down at the kitchen table and eat his blueberry pancakes. He took a quick glance at the clock, saw it was 10 am and smiled down at his plate: the perks of being home-schooled.

But he also wished he went to a normal school. Maybe one day he’ll move to America and relive “Mean Girls”, well “Mean Boys”. (Harry loved this film or some unknown reason. I mean, who doesn't?)

He chuckled to himself. Harry thought he was hilarious and even had a book where he wrote all of his jokes. He has been writing them since he has been able to use a pen.

However, he has never shown his jokes to anyone. It's like he's keeping them for someone special. That book was like his sanctuary. When the world seemed like it could collapse any minute, Harry just lost himself into his jokes, to make him smile.

After his morning “classes”, he shouted goodbye to his grandparents, grabbed his backpack with his phone, book, some snacks, a sweater and a blanket, and walked outside. His favourite part of the day was when he was free, when the weight of the world was off of his shoulders.

He began running towards the forest, smiling a smile that showed his dimples off. He closed his eyes and kept running forwards. Harry knew that forest by heart, as he has been living in South Africa for 15 years. He can’t even remember his life before, it’s like he belongs here. He just feels so at home.

He kept running until he made a halt. He was standing in the middle of a clearing.

To his right were trees, and to his left was an oasis. In front of him stood a majestic outcrop which reminded him of the one in “Lord of The Flies”.

He started mounting with ease, as he has been doing since he can remember. When he arrived at the top, he admired the view. He could see miles of forest surrounding him, and at bit further away saw his grandparents’ cottage.

For some strange reasons, Harry considered the forest more his home than his own house. He did believe home was wear his heart was, and he treasured this forest. Not that he didn’t appreciate his grandparents’ company or their home. But he preferred the wilderness of nature.

His grandma did call him “Tarzan”. And Harry admitted it wasn’t entirely false.

Suddenly, he got an idea.

He took his phone out of his backpack and quickly texted his grandma that he’d stay the night in the forest and turned off his phone as soon as he sent it. He was definitely not ready to face an angry grandma. He also decided that when he'd get back home, he'd cook his way back into his grandparents' heart.

He made his way down the rock and turned left towards the trees. He walked a few minutes before arriving to a cave, where he set camp. He laid his blanket down and sat on it. He took food out of his bag and ate a granola bar. 

When he finished, he put on his sweater, a packers one, and lay down on his blanket. Harry really wanted to visit America. He had never travelled, apart from coming to South Africa.

America seemed like this land, this far away land, that was so distant it resembled a dream. It was like, anything could happen there. Harry thought that, maybe, one day, he'd go there, find love and be happy. 

Suddenly he felt extremely tired and closed his eyes and fell asleep right away.

He dreamt about the ocean, and its colour. And for some strange reason eyes appeared from here to there. 

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A/N: THIS IS A FILLER CHAPTER BUT IT HAS INFORMATIONS THAT WILL BE USEFUL FOR THE FUTUR OF THIS STORY

Also you learn more about Harry, his actions and how he will react to Louis and other friends.

ILY ☺ ♥