Fix a heart (h.s.) ✔

Done.

Harry's P.O.V.

"Harry! Get up honey! Your grandparents are going to be here soon!", I groaned as I heard my mum's voice ring through the house. Sitting up I took a look through my room and sighed.
Every day the same black curtains, mahogany desk and floor, boring cream colored walls and duvet on my king size bed in the same colour.

I sighed again, getting up and yanking some grey jogging bottoms on. I opened the curtains, to see it was snowing and smiled slightly.
I've always preferred the cold, rainy and snowy weather.
I walked towards my door, opening it and walking out to the hallway.

"Good morning Mr. Styles!", I was greeted by Camilla, our maid.
"It's Harry.", I grumbeled in annoyance like everyday. My father was Mr. Styles and I surely wouldn't wanna be like him.

Speaking of the devil...

"Harry did you change your mind about the company?", my father asked, just like he did everyday. I rolled my eyes.
"My answer is no, I won'take over your stupid company. Just like everyday and it always will be.", I said, faking a smile and walking away.

I walked downstairs, into the living room.
There were several pictures of holidays, birthdays or just random ones. Those pictures were taken in better times, happy times.
They were scattered all around the room, on cupboards and on the walls.
I sighed, looking at all of them, recalling all the beautiful memories that were made back then.
These days, the happy times, were over.

Everything was forced, emotionless, fake.

Perfect on the outside, damaged and broken on the inside.

"Darling is that you?", my mother asked from the kitchen were she was preparing, what was probably lunch, for my grandparents with the staff.
I internally groaned.

My father's parents were even more stuck up than Desmond himself so I didn't really like them to put it niceley. If my mum's parents would come over I'd probably be overly excited. They were so caring and lovely, just like my mother. I loved them dearly.

"Yes mum it's me!", I replied before walking to the kitchen and sure enough, mother was frantically running around, making adjustments and shouting orders through the room. My mum was one of the best chefs in town. So even if she only worked ocassionally, she was used to working in busy kitchens. But this was different. Everything was different when the grandparents were visiting.

I had to change my usual clothing against a formal dress shirt even though I kept my skinny jeans and boots or Converse. My sister Gemma and my mother had to wear elegant dresses. Every plate was cleaned to perfection, the floor was polished until it was shining, almost blinding if the sun reflected off it. There wasn't even the slightest bit of dust and every single thing, in every single room in this whole fucking house was cleaned and polished to perfection.

No flaws.

No mistakes.

Fake.

"Morning mum.", I mumbled before kissing her cheek.
"Good morning, love! Would you please get ready? They'll be here soon and we don't want them to see it."
"What? That we're normal people and not stuck up assholes like Desmond?", I sneered slightly.
"Darling he's still your father! Don't talk about him like that!", she scolded.

I just rolled my eyes and went to get ready.

Back in my room, I frowned.
Everything was set in place and the bed was made neatly. The curtains were drawn back so you could see in our snow covered back yard.
I hated that Camilla always went into my room to clean when I wasn't there.