Masochistic Sonder | 𝐻𝒮 | Harry Styles

Chapter Two: He Looked So Messy

Chapter Two: "He Looked So Messy"

"I'M NEVER LATE, there's no such thing as late" I laughed sarcastically looking over to my little sister that silently sat on my king-sized bed.

The sun-kissed upon my dark melanated skin as I looked out from my balcony, there was nothing more and nothing less than peach trees, they've kept me company for so long.

I had made a little park just so that my younger sister would enjoy her stay at my house.

It looked kind of miserable.
It looked miserable for me as I was never able to enjoy my childhood. I always had to learn, I overworked myself and stressed myself out, I burned myself out and then by the time I had any free time I was back to working non-stop.

It still looked miserable in my eyes.

I stood on my balcony lifeless as I wore a white long silk gown and white matte heels, I wasn't used to wearing trainers since I moved to my house.

"Don't you want to go outside and play on that thing, go be a kid or something," I said gesturing towards the benches surrounded by trees, flowers that grew mostly all year round and water fountains in clear lakes, I didn't bother turning around since I had told her multiple times to head downstairs; she was meant to enjoy whatever was left to of her childhood.

She stood up from my bed and ran over to me taking little quick steps at a time, my heart felt warm for a moment as she asked: "can you please take me to school or did you forget?" I hated that idea but I had to or else mom would have been mad at me, not like mom had time for me in the first place.

She reached out her hand over to me and I stood back a little but then I held her little hand in mine, it was as warm as how dusk felt; she had trouble holding mine so she held onto my pinky and the corners of my mouth faintly curled up.

"Where are we picking this friend of yours?" I asked Mae, looking through the mirror at her.
She giggled and replied, "At the train station."

"Your friend huh, he sounds a little too grown to be waiting for you at the train station, is your friend a girl or a boy and do they take the train themselves or is their guardian with them?" I asked, sounding as concerned as ever.

"He's a boy and yes sometimes he does take the train all by himself," she answered, then she looked right outside the crystal clear window.

"Good to know," I added, pressing my lips into a thin line and breathed, out through my nostrils. I pressed my heel onto the brake with my heel as the traffic light turned red.

"Are you good at school? Is there anything you find difficult? Is there anything not school-related you're questioning? Because don't worry when I used to be your age I questioned everything," I asked, once in the car got quiet. I was questioning her just to fill the silence and that habit had always stuck to me since I was little.

"Yes, everything is good at school."

"Great, you know at your age I used to talk a lot but I'm surprised you don't," I remarked, grinning to myself, I let my imagination run wild for a split second thinking about a younger annoying me trying to cope with the silence by filling it with words but yet, I loved the fact she didn't take after of my habits, even though I wasn't her mom.