My Life For Hire (Larry Stylinson AU)[ON HOLD INDEFINITELY]

Chapter 1 ((BARELY EDITED - 06/12/14))

Harry's POV

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I stared out the bus window but I couldn't see much due to how dark it was outside, it being 12am in London. I sighed and leant against the glass window and thought about my current situation - my mum was sending me away. She was sending me away because she's finally giving up on me. She's given up from my reckless acts on trying to get her attention, she's given up on my 'bad behaviour'.

She had told me it was for the best but we both knew she just wanted me out of her face. She wanted to forget she ever had a son, she wanted to forget I ever existed. She'd said I was going to a good home and they'd look after me better than she could. She made it sound like I was a damned dog.

And to think I ever considered calling her my mum. I regret everything, everything I ever did to try and get her attention because now that I look at it, it was useless and stupid. Mum didn't really care about me, she was always gone.

"Oh... Harry, sweetheart, you mum did what was best for you," the family service lady, Mary, place a hand on my shoulder. It was meant for reassurance and comfort, but all it did was annoy me and I shrugged her away.

((BARELY EDITED - 06/12/14))

"Did what was best for her? She always did stuff that only benefit her. She's selfish and I regret every trying to love her," I grumbled and blew my hot breath on the bus window. It got cloudy and I wrote my name on it small letters.

"Oh, you don't mean it. You're just hurting, that's all," Mary rubbed my back as she spoke in a soothing voice. Ha! I'm not hurt, I'm angry. My mum had never given up on anything in her life. She hated throwing stuff away that she hadn't tried to fix first! She jumped at the first chance she got to get rid of me!

"Mary? Will you sing to me?" I asked, I've always loved Marry's gentle voice.

Mary was young, she was in her mid-thirties. She was pretty and sweet. Marry had a beautiful voice. Whenever I was arguing with my mum and Mary was there to check up on me, she'd pull me away and sing to me as she drove us to the park.

"Alright dear," She nodded.

"I swear that you don't have to go,

I thought we could wait for the fireworks;

And I thought we could wait for the snow,

To wash over Georgia and kill the hurt.

And I thought I could live in your arms,

And spen every moment I had with you.

We'd stay up all night with the stars,

And confess all the faith that I had in you.

Too late, I'm sure, and lonely.

It's just another night,

Another dream wasted on you,

So just be, hear now, against me.

You know the words,

So sing along for me baby-" Mary stopped singing and stood up, she looked at me with sorrowful eyes. "This is your stop honey." I sighed. I grabbed my suitcase from by my feet. I stood up and gave Mary a hug.

"See you in two weeks, Mary," I said. Mary nodded and I stepped off the bus. I looked at the people before me.

"Ah, you must be Harold!" A boy with an Irish accent chirped. He had blond hair, and blue eyes. He was pale, kind of stocky and tall.

"Please, call me Harry." I mumbled, I hated it when people called my Harold. Only becuae my mum had called me that all the time.

"Alright, Harry, I'm Niall!" The boy held out his hand with a huge smile. I nodded and shook his hand.