Childhood Memories (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter One

I felt rejuvenated as I woke up this morning, but the realization hit me hard like a bag of bricks. Today was the last day of Summer Camp. Everyone would be packing up their dorms and heading back home. No one wanted to leave, despite this being a fat camp. No one even cared. Everyone here called it "Summer Camp". I walked downstairs and Julian offered to drive me to the campus today. I always was the last one to arrive. The mess hall was large enough to house an entire colony of people. There were couches, flat screens, and a juice bar. I walked towards the juice bar and ordered a strawberry lemonade. These drinks were practically the only thing I ate or drunk nowadays. They were my kryptonite. As I received my order, she walked over to her table. The guys were chatting about something as usual, but this time it was about going home.

"I'm so exited to see my family again" said Holly

"Yeah, me too" said Jackson "Especially my beautiful Macbook Pro 200x5000xc2E"

"Not again with the computer Jax" I groaned. Jackson had been gushing over his computer the entire first two weeks of camp. He modified it himself. I have to admit that it was good, but mine's was better.

"Yes, again with the computer Jules" he said mimicking me

"Mimicry is not your strong suit" I said sticking my tongue out, resulting in him sticking his out a well. I started laughing along with the others at our playful banter.

"So how about you Jules? You excited to get back to your home sweet home of Holmes Chapel" asked Adonis. Adonis and his twin brother, Apollo, were both born and raised on the sunny beaches of Bournemouth, England. Their mom was a professor at Bournemouth and Poole College, who majored in English. She obviously loved Greek and Roman history, which is why they were named after Greek gods.

"Not entirely" I said sighing, and taking a large swig from my straw.

"What do you mean" asked Apollo, a twinge of sadness crossing his features, before he quickly disguised it with nonchalance.

Adonis and Apollo were twins, who were both eighteen, their older brother Eric, 21, and their mom Sharon, 43, and their dad James, 45, were all moving to Holmes Chapel after this summer. I'd briefly talked to their father, Dr. Monroe, when he would call every other week to consult with the other doctors, and check up on Adonis and Apollo's progress. They both had a problem with abandonment. Probably because their parents worked all the time. He had been the one who found Adonis lying unconscious in a pool of his own blood after cutting himself. He had also been the one who would question Apollo every day when he would come home bleeding, scarred, cut, and broken in several places, insisting that he had just been overly clumsy that day. Everyone here had a bad past. Some of ours worst than others. The counselors and doctors here proclaimed that Adonis, Apollo, and I's conditions were the worst. They said we had made miraculous recoveries. "Better than expected" they had said to us on multiple occasions. I didn't think that was true because in my opinion, some people here, were worse than us when we first arrived.

"Actually I'm elated" I said explaining to them all "I'm just not exactly happy about having to see him"

Everyone wished for their tormentor's name to remain anonymous. No one wished to divulge that piece of private information about themselves, but everyone knew about him. Everyone was afraid of him. Everyone had at least one him in their lives. The person who makes you feel like life isn't worth living. I had felt this way many, many, many times before. What made it even worse is that he lived right next to me. My mother treated him like a son. He infiltrated my home, so that there was no safe place in sight. I couldn't hide, everywhere I went he still found me, and got into my mind each and every day.