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HARRY LAY UPON his white sheet covered bed in a pair of red shorts and white socks just simply enjoying the june air. the warmest it had been yet this year.
contemplating whether he should join his mother in the bungalows large garden he tapped his bare stomach, his finger tips making a soft sound against his ink stained body.
not too long ago he had arrived home from school, he had finished his gcses the previous year but his school gave students and extra year to enjoy themselves yet they still had to attend there gcse course classes, which he thought was bullshit.
this idea was even worse for harry as he took geography, german and music.
the green eyed teen scratched at his short stubble before climbing of his single bed that sat in the corner of his room.
it wasnt as big as most people his ages rooms but it was enough for harry. next to the place he relaxed was a window overlooking the driveway of the small bungalow as well as the large naiboughood.
on the opposite side of the boys bed sat a scratched cabinet holding his "manly" objects as his sister, gemma called them. his mum called her silly for that as she was 3 years older than harry so it was more mature for her to call them by there name.
the bottom draw held socks of all colours and patterns, most of them had holes in. this wasn't a surprise to harry though as any socks he pulled over his feet were wrecked by the end of the day.
the middle draw were just pieces of underwear and boxer's. nothing really special about that one.
in the last/top draw were bottles if aftershave and deodorant, maybe a few bottles of lotion, he wasn't actually sure.
on top of the wooden cabinet sat a reading lap the long haired boy rarely used, it was mainly there for decor reasons as the room was quite plain. a pen sat to dry out on top of a couple pieces of paper with useless song lyrics scribbled onto the rough surface. next to the pen sat a handful of hair bobbles he had found them scattered around the house, that's not even a quarter of them.
the rooms walls were painted a light blue colour, they had been like that since he was nine, the same week his father abandoned them.
the section of the wall surrounding the window were polaroids of him and his friends, mostly getting drunk or high, lazily stuck onto it.
the green eyed boy ran a hand through his long hair before tying it unto a lethargic bun at the nape of his neck.
he looked at himself in his full length mirror. he give a weak smile not exactly sure why he hated the way he looked, so many flaws, nothing perfect about him at all.
now mildly satisfied with the way he looked the pulchritudinous boy pulled a white tank top over his tattoo covered body.
taking a quick glance at the clock hung to a pin with a weak piece of string. three forty two, echoed throughout his blank mind.
nodding to himself he walked through his door that couldn't close probably ever since Liam had kicked it down.
eeeek!! finally only angel is here! meet harold the male lead in this book, what do you think of him? its up to you when this story is based, I honestly dont know myself I think its a mix of 90s and 2000s. anyway please enjoy the story.
