Perfect Isn't Weak

10

I'm hoping updates on this book will get faster since Be My Something is almost complete. If you haven't checked that book out please go ahead and try it out, it is also a Harry Styles fanfic.

I wrote the plans out for this book and damn you guys are really gonna have some unexpected thingsssss

Rosie

"We've been worried sick!" My aunt shouts as soon as I enter the door.

My father stood with his arms crossed and a lean posture, God I hated when he did that. He looked like a police officer. I can't really blame them for being worried about me, but then again I'm not a child. I could easily move out if I wanted to, but I don't really feel like havings bills and shit already.

"I fell asleep at a friends house by accident," I find myself somewhat telling them the truth.

"You should've told us you were leaving!" My aunt shouts.

"Can you guys just stop!" I shout back. "I was in Livernois. Happy?" I add throwing my hands to the side.

"I keep telling you not to go down there," my dad doesn't shout as he speaks he just looks at the ground in disappointment.

"I want to go down there," I reply in the same quiet tone.

"Why?" My aunt asks, usually she isn't the one to piss me off, but today it's her 100%.

"Because I like the people there," I shrug.

"Who!" My father shouts this time.

"It doesn't concern you!" I yell back raging at him.

"It does! I'm your father!" The screaming builds an adrenaline rush throughout my body.

"How come you never act like it then?" My voice is at an average tone this time, I say my last words and I make my way upstairs.

"I wasn't done talking!" He says after a moment, I'm sure my answer shocked him since he waited a few moments to reply.

I ignore him deciding this conversation wasn't going anywhere. He likes to pretend as if I care at all about what he has to say. I could care less, and if I'm being honest for fucks sake I've been going a lot because of Harry. I don't fucking care if he knows but I don't feel like hearing all this bullshit right now.

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I sat in my room with the door locked, the only thing I could hear was my own breathing.

My aunt and father had apparently went out for dinner, and if I'm being honest I'm really glad they left the house I wanted to be alone anyway.

Sometimes we need those moments alone where we zone out everything and make those fake scenarios of yourself being actually happy at a point in your life.

I dropped my phone on my face at least four times, but that's because I was feeling like I needed an ultimate nap. I've never been one to feel the need to yell but the shit my father says gets me mad. I really want to end up with Harry and it hurts to think my father wouldn't support it because Harry doesn't have as much money as we do.

Harry: can we talk

Speaking of the little fuc- I mean boy.

Me: yes sir we may

I'm so glad this is on a digital screen and not in real life, I've always hated the words "can we talk" is he breaking up with me even though we aren't together? Damn I must really be that low.

Harry: I'm sorry

Me: what for?

Harry: Sorry that I'll never be enough