Simplistic Words [Larry Stylinson]

Out

Harrys pov_

My mums tears were still visible as I was driving away from the home wich I've already started to miss. She's taken care of me ever since my father left. He was a drunk yet fun person. I obviously don't feel he's fun no longer, but who gives a shit. I finally got into the college of my dreams, Peach Preparatory University. I've worked my ass off trying to get good grades and putting so much sweat and pride in my sports for this. Nothing will get my way, nothing.

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My tires squeak as my peice of shit truck pulls and throws it's self onto a "c" shaped drive way. Looking at all the well dressed people and looking down at my cheap clothes I begin to feel nervous, but once again I don't care.

The creaky door slams behind me as make my way over to a stone stare case. Girls giving me glisery eyes and and waving, I begin to feel a bit better. In the yards I see some non athletic kids trying to what they might call football but just look like out of shape, sweaty teens hitting each other. I shake my head and continue walking up the steps and making my way to a, what seems to be a never ending line. A hit of time passes and I'm next in line.

"name? ", the older lady asks in a person tone.

" Harry styles. " I say quickly hoping she wouldn't get frustrated, since she seems to to having a quote long day.

She hands me a tiny bag with a key, a pack of papers, map, and a very glossy pamphlet.

" next! "she says before I even notice or even reconcile that I was suppose to be moving.

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Quickly after meeting some new people, my stuff was brought up stairs. I didn't bring much because I thought the rooms would've been small, but I guess my brain didn't peice together that this is a very expensive school, so they have bigger rooms. I fumble for the key in my pocket and shove the small silver shape into the door.....