dark shadows - hashton

chapter four - new news

Harry woke up with the sun through the curtains blurring his vision. He rubbed his eyes and stood up to get his clothes for the day.
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The brunette brit raced downstairs in his new tropical themed Vans his mum had bought him the day before. He grabbed a waffle then ran towards the door.

"Harry! Slow down, I have news."

"What mum?" He groaned as he turned around.

"Sit." She said as she patted a stool.

He followed her orders and sat down as he began to nibble at his waffle. "What's up?"

"Well, for Robin's business, we're moving west."

"West as different town?"

"Not exactly. West as in america."

He widened his eyes.

Hi, my name's Harold Styles and I live in America.

He took his focus off that and began to focus on that that's where Ashton lives.

"That's a big change." He said.

"Yes, and we're willing to take it for financial reasons. Gemma's taking over this house and you and I are taking a plane this evening."

His eyes went even wider than before. "Are we leaving everything here or what?"

He knew they'd never have enough time to pack all their clothes and their things within only 3 hours.

"Robin has the house in America paid for. You're room looks a bit different and is downstairs in the basement so you get a larger area for posters and whatnot. All you need to grab is your laptops and other small gadgets and we'll be set."

"And what about clothes?"

"Pack your favourite outfit and the one you're wearing now is fine to go in. There's more clothes and we can always buy some once we get there." She sighed and rubbed the temples of her head. "We'll do whatever it takes to get our house under control."

Harry pat his mum's back. "It'll be okay, mum." He kissed her cheek and headed out the door.
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Once he got to school, he made his way to his locker.

"Harry, why you walking so fast?" Kian asked as he followed him on his heel.

He didn't answer.

"I asked you a question, Styles." Kian said, aggravated.

Harry still didn't answer, so Kian punched him right in the jaw. "You answer me when I ask you a question." He scoffed.

One more day, He told himself. Just one more day until you can get away.

Harry stood back up and continued on to his locker. When he was out of sight, he grazed his hand over his jaw and felt a sharp pain. He clenched his teeth, sending more pain through his jaw.

He rested his head against and locker and shut his eyes to feel a tear slip down his cheek.

He was once again all alone in the hallway by this time.

He needed an excuse to leave. It's the last day, he shouldn't stay just to deserve more pain. He walked in the boys bathroom.

He'll make himself sick.

He'd never purged before. He heard of it, he knew what it was, he saw it happen. But he never had the guts to do it himself.

Harry sat on the floor of a bathroom stall, one of the large ones for handicaps, and breathed deep.

Well, here goes nothing.

He slowly stuck his finger inside his mouth, pushing his finger more into his mouth. He stopped when he gagged and spit into the toilet.

I'm not doing this, He told himself.

He stood up until something stopped him. A weird feeling in his stomach.

Harry quickly bent down in front of the toilet and threw up in the toilet.