Perfect Isn't Weak

22

I'm so so sorry about the late update, I really had my heart set on finishing this chapter but I gotta say these last few weeks have been CRAZYYYY!! I had so many exams and personal things came up. Thank you for understanding and if you haven't forgotten about Rosie and Harry they are back!!!

Honestly, sometimes it gets very discouraging to write, but I love it and even seeing a few readers message me they loved my story makes me literally so so happy! I don't usually update on weekdays, but you guys deserve an update and I'm going to work on at least another one to get up in the next few days! 

*ANOTHER BOOK COMING SOON BTW* 

Harry 

I moved in today with my mom, she thought it would be best to move in with her as soon as possible. As happy as I am to fix my relationship with my mother, I have a problem with fucking Jason, her husband. Connor and I have managed to make some progress if I'm being honest, as much as I'd hate to admit it. I just don't get how my mother doesn't notice how rude Jason is to me. 

"Rosie!" I call her name out from my new bedroom window. 

"What is it?!" She shouts leaning on her father's car, he let me use it to help me get moved in faster. 

"I left a box in the car!" I notify her.

 Jason comes out of the front door, looks up at me shouting from my bedroom window and shakes his head, he's wearing a tuxedo meaning he's probably heading to some fancy meeting or something. 

"I'll bring it up!" Rosie says after rolling her eyes at Jason, man I love her. 

"Thank you," I blow her a kiss watching as a smile slowly draws on her face. 

I've been thinking, and as soon as I find a job I want an apartment for Rosanna and I. I think it would be great, and I know I may be moving too fast, but I want her to have my child already. Holy fuck I am moving too fast, she hasn't even had sex with me yet and I want her to be pregnant. 

I'm just sick of this when I saw Rosie she reminded me of what life was. I was so used to being numb and bored, and just watching TV screens with dull lighting avoiding people who made me less about myself... so pretty much everyone.

 I didn't think I would need to love someone to love myself, I know it's wrong but it's how I feel. Relying on someone for emotional support isn't the smartest thing, but I trust Rosie. 

I turned around when I heard my bedroom open, I saw my mother walk in with crossed arms, but a slight smile. It seemed quite odd that she wasn't talking to me, I know she wanted to say something she had that 'I wanna say shit but I don't know how to say it' look. 

"You okay mom?" I question her as I begin to unpack a few things. 

"Harry, can we talk?" Fuck, that's never good. 

"What is it?" I ask, my heart rate increasing as I wonder about what her response can possibly be. 

"I noticed you and Jason are off to a rough start, maybe if you kind of put away some of your old behavior we can clear this path a little," My jaw drops at her words. 

At that moment I just want to repack everything and go back home, my home in Livernois, but oh fuck my mother decided to sell it without my asking. She's so gullible, I just moved in and I can't wait to be financially stable enough to move out as soon as possible. 

"What the fuck! You really think I'm the one who needs to fix my behavior!" I mock the word 'behavior' in Jason's tone. "He's a fucking prick! Do you not see the way he talks to me? Why did I even move in with you guys! Sorry to ruin your romance with the 80-year-old Christian Grey!" I find myself not able to contain my anger at a point, it's bad but I just couldn't control it.