Hold On And Dont Let Go •Larry Stylinson•

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|Harry|

"Harold Edward Styles" My mom yanks my blankets off "Get up, your arse is going to be late for the school trip"

I groan and try to open my eyes. I forgot, today is the dumb trip to some camp sight in New Cheshire. Yay, I get to go on a trip to the place called 'home'.

Let me tell you something, Cheshire is no longer my home. It was hell.

My home now is Doncaster. I moved here about one to two years ago.

Anyway, back to reality, I got up and saw my blankets on my room floor.

I turn to my side and grab my glasses of my little table stand and sit up. I stretch and yawn. I look back at my table stand and look at my clock. I reads, 6:08. I have to be at my school by 6:45. Then when get there I have to check in with my teacher, get my name tag, then get with my friends.

I jump off my bed and head to my closet. I get to my closet and open it up. I moved across some clothes and found some good and bad clothes.

And half of my clothes are in my duffel bag.

Soon, I came around some clothes that look unfamiliar. Obviously not my style. It was a grey sweater with a white cross on it with black skinny jeans.

I pulled the clothes out and put them right in front of me. There was also a note on the shirt too.

It reads:

Hey Harry, I hope you like the clothes I got you. I'm sorry I wasn't here for your birthday. I wish I could of went but you know why I didn't. Anyway, I shipped these off a couple of days ago, they should be here by now. They should come in at night. Mom well get them. I talked to her about them. I know these kind of clothes aren't your style, but you should try something new. I don't hate the clothes you wear but I did think you would like these. Now, get your arse in these clothes and text or call me what up think.

-

Love your one and only sister,

Gemma.

I smile at the note and place it on my bed.

It's been a while since I've seen my sister. I really so miss her.

But she moved out. Why? Because of our step dad. She always hated him. He abused Gemma and I.

Of course, my mom doesn't know. He does it when she isn't home and we're left alone with him.

Gemma and I tried telling our mom once but she didn't believe us. She just said "it's because he is your step father and you didn't want one"

After that, Gemma and I left the house for a couple of days before we came back.

Gemma moved out when she had enough of it. She's over 18 so she was a loud to leave. She moved back to Cheshire a couple of months ago. She wanted to take me but I'm not 18 yet and my mom wouldn't allow it.

Ever since that day, I missed Gemma a lot. But I'm going on this school trip to go see her. That's mainly it.

I grab the clothes and head to my bathroom. I get in it and shut the door.

I put the sweater on then the pants. After I did that, I looked at my bathroom, full body mirror. I look good but this wasn't me.

Looking at myself now, it was weird but cool.

I did like it and I'm going to thanks Gemma later.

I grab the brush off my sink and brush my hair.

When I was done, I put it away and walked out my bathroom. Back to my room.

I get to my room and grab my shoes. I put my socks and shoes on and grab my gloves, with holes on the finger tips and a beanie.

I run down stairs and see my mom making breakfast. Yum...

"Hey mom" I say leaning on the kitchen wall.

"Hey hun-" She cuts her self on and looks at me. "You look great hunny"

"Thanks"

"Gemma has a great taste in clothes"

"Yeah she does, I like it" I smile.

My mom then turn the food off and said she'll be right back.

She needed to go take her pills. It helps her stays awake.

Then she was gone out of the kitchen. Up stairs getting them.

"Maybe you can stop wearing those ripped blue pants and boring old ugly shirts and look cool for once" A voice said behind me.

It was my step dad. Of course. He only says these stuff when my mom isn't around and she isn't.

I didn't say anything

I roll my eyes and grab my backpack off the counter and put it over my shoulders.

I turn around but get stopped by this bastard.

"Why didn't you answer to my comment" He ask

"I - I - I didn't w-want to" I stutter.

I always stuttered when I had to talk to him. I always got scared he was gonna hit me.

He raised his hand in front of me. I knew it, he was gonna hit me.

I closed my eyes and waited.

But nothing happen.

"Harry" I hear my mom "Are you ok"

I open my eyes and see my mom in front of me and my step dad in the living room.

"I - I - I'm fine"

(A/N Very first chapter! Please tell me what you think... I know it's gonna start all boring but I'm going to try my best and work on it way better xx)