Wonderwall **ON HOLD**

Chapter 1: Memories

It feels like December in summer. The very cold breeze swept my hair back. My mum let me in the car first then Gemma. I looked down from the frustration. It couldn't be possible just like that. My mum has even showed her apathy for the first time in my life. Maybe she's just used to this kind of situation. Where else I, Harry Edward Styles, screw things up every single time. Sometimes, I thought for a minute and tell myself everytime I don't like watching my parents grow old with their son having this kind of attitude. But I think that is just me.

"Harry, could you get you shit together for just once?" Gemma almost whispered.

"Sweetheart, mouth." mum sympathetically reminded her.

"Mum," she moaned aloud. "So, you're just going to let him be like that for the rest of his life?"

There was a long pause of silence in the car. I can see mum bit her lip as she peeked at the window momentarily. I looked at the cars through the windows thinking that all these conversaions are the result of of very horrid attitude.

"No." she mumbled.

"I'm sorry." I slip the words out of my mouth.

"How many times have I already heard your sorrys, Harry? Don't be so sure that you're going to get back all our trusts."

"Don't think I can't change." I said surely.

"Yeah, right." she snorted. "Like that's ever going to happen."

"You're being such a freak." I said finally.

"Yeah. But you, you can't stop being such a little twat." she pointed her finger at me and shouted a the top of her lungs.

We drove back to the house filled with very meaningless conversations. Mostly about me. I'm sick and tired of all these shouting back. Especially when Gemma always has to point out about my wrongs. I don't either want to change. I grew up being like this.

Gemma went out the car first and slip a strand of her hair behind her ear and went out of the car.

"This is all your fault, Harry. Our life would be better without you." she shouted. And to be honest, freaked the hell out of me. She slammed the door lastly and marched inside the house. Mum also went out of the car and gently closed the door of her car and went inside the house. It's very dark in the streets. But there were few lightposts. I sighed and open my iPhone. There's a new message. It was from Zayn.

SORRY MAN, I CAN'T GO WITH YOU THAT TIME WHEN YOUR MUM BARGED IN. I KNEW YOU WERE IN TROUBLE. I GOT TOO. SO I'LL HAVE TO SEE YOU ON MONDAY?

I stared at his message. Long enough. I finally managed to press in some letters but it doesn't seem right. I erased it once more.

YEAH. I GOT IT DUDE. SEE YOU.

Message sent. I'm pissed off while sending those words. The tequila still have that taste in my mouth. I finally got out of the car grasping my leather jacket from the dreary weather. I reached for the door knob and opened it. It was quite warm and relaxing. Mum's black labrador is on the couch watching a television. I went upstairs to my room and finally have some sleep.

I opened my room. There were few shirts scattered on the floor. Surprisingly, my bed was tidy. I thought for a minute and decided not to sleep for a while. I grabbed a pen and a piece of paper from my backpack and started to draw something. Whatever comes to my mind. I press the tip of the pen to the paper and drew back the pen. It left a mark on the paper. It suddenly crossed my mind the beautiful girl from the pub I met earlier. I list down what I like about her physically.

Let me see. I wrote "What I like about her:." I thought for a second and underlined it. I made a bullet form. Tall, slender, good fashion sense, tanned. I paused and wrote a slash sign and wrote depends.