Harry's POV
I wake up the next morning with a crick in my neck and a sore back. I must have fallen asleep on the couch last night studying because I wake up with the book draped across my chest. I groan and unlock my phone to check the time. The clock reads 8:00 am.
"Shit shit shit shit.." I mumble while running into my bedroom. I would usually already be on my way to school right now. I grab the first few clothing items that consisted of a white v-neck, black skinny jeans, and a blue beanie and I throw them on. I run to the bathroom and run my toothbrush under the water to brush my teeth, while I am brushing my teeth I manage to put on deodorant and cologne. As I run downstairs I notice my dad in the kitchen eating breakfast and I run in the room to grab a bagel.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" He asks.
"Running late, sorry gotta go!" I scream while giving him a quick hug, grabbing my bag and shoes and running out the door. I manage to put both my black converse on while running and eating a bagel.. I am pretty awesome. I live ten minutes away from my school but considering I walk everyday it takes about twenty minutes to get to school every morning. I check the time; 8:10 am. If I keep this pace I could make it to school just in time. I manage to walk into the school right when the first bell at 8:35 rang. The halls start to empty and I fast walk upstairs to AP statistics. I walk into the classroom right when the late bell rings.
"You're late." Coach Benson says, never looking away from his computer.
"But I walked in right when the bell rang." I complain.
"Yes, the late bell." He gets louder on the word late just to emphasize his point. I stand at the door, in silence while the class and myself waits for Coach to say something.
"Sit down Mr.Styles." He commands.
"Yes sir thank you." I whisper as I rush to my seat in the back corner of the room. My best friend- Tyler looks over at me, "Why are you so late? You're looking rough." He laughs.
"I guess I fell asleep on the couch last night , I woke up late this morning." I sigh and grab the beanie to pull over my eyes.
"Well at least he didn't write you up, that's a good thing." Tyler adds, trying to make the situation lighter.
"Yeah, I guess." I whisper.
The next few hours of the school day go by slow and boring. Only a few more months of this hell hole and I am free. I make my way to lunch with Tyler and his girlfriend and wait in line. Of course I end up behind the most obnoxious guy at school- Zayn.
"Watch it, fish boy." He says to me after my tray accidentally hits his. Fish boy is the nickname that has been branded on myself. I'm not ashamed to be related to a Marine Biologist, it just sucks when you get made fun of for something you can't help. The rumor is that my dad "is a crazy fish man who believes in mythological things and he should be in a psycho ward." I moved here, to the Gold Coast of Australia when I was about four years old. I was born in Redditch, United Kingdom, while my parents still lived there together. They decided to travel around the world I was six. The world traveling stopped once my mom died, so now I am stuck on this stupid island until my dad wants to leave.
I ignore Zayn's rude comment and finish my lunch in silence while Tyler and his girl-thing, flirt. The rest of the day seems to go by smoothly as I say my goodbyes and start to walk home. Just as I think I've gone through the day with no disturbances, a black Audi honks at me- Zayn's black audi.
"Hey fish boy!" Zayn screams. I roll my eyes.
"What do you want?"I yell. And as I turn around, I realize that something is flying at me. I dodge it, whatever it is as Zayn speeds off in his car. I look down to investigate it and I realize it's a fish. Why the fuck does Zayn have fish in his car? I need a break from all of this.
As I arrive home, my dad is in his office looking through something in a microscope. "Is it okay if I take the boat out to swim for an hour?" I question, hoping he will say yes.
"Sure. I'll come with you." He says while standing up. I run my hands through my hair in slight disappointment.
"Can I go alone? I just need to get away for a bit." My heart drops to my stomach when I see the look of sadness on my dads face.
"Sure thing." He whispers. I smile and pat him on the back. "Thanks Dad! I'll be back in an hour!" I say excitedly while making my way to the shed to grab my diving gear.
The breeze feels so relaxing as I start the boat and set out to my normal diving spot. I set the gear to neutral as I walk to the back of the boat to grab the anchor, as I am dragging the anchor around the deck I hear a beeping noise. I set down the anchor and walk over the the sonar machine that my dad has set up. I watch as the sound waves and the movement of the machine changes drastically each second. I feel like my dad as I run towards the net and drop it down into the water. The net seems like it takes forever to lower, and I wait a few minutes before I bring the net back up. I know that something is inside it because it starts to thrash vigorously back and forth. It takes a good five minutes to bring the animal back up, meaning it's heavy.
I always learned from my dad never to bring the net to the very edge of the boat because whatever it is my hurt you. So when I see the net reach the halfway point of the boat, I walk over to it.
My breath catches in my throat the minute I see the creature in the net.
It's a girl.. with a tail?
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Irreversible (h.s)
FantasíaMarine Biologists--son, Harry Styles, never believed in the mythological thoughts that ran through his fathers head. He always let them pass through one ear and out the other. Until one day- while sailing through the ocean, something gets caught in...
