The Dagger's Rose || l.s (completed)

Ten

Hi (:

This is a new beginning, more main characters (you know them obviously) and an original female character, show her some love (;

Two years later.....

Metal was music being played loud. He was punching to the beat of it with bare hands. It was half past six and he started punching at six. Sweat dripping off his whole body. He was wearing a black tank top and shorts. Usually his mind would have been cleared within the first ten minutes of hitting punch bag. But today, even after thirty minutes of continuous hitting, his mind was full of irritating emotions.

His jaw lines were more defined, he was almost six feet tall now. His curls were growing slowly. He had a ship tattoo on his left forearm and 'I can't change' on his wrist(his dad was so angry about it)The goofy look on his face was gone.

"Styles!", said Niall running on treadmill in Harry's personal gym in his house, "You okay mate?".

Harry didn't seem to listen. His mind was clouded with the words of his dad from the previous night. "You won't be living in a flat for uni!", he had said, "not after I saw you getting wasted with those scumbags at the cheap bar!".

Harry and Niall had decided that they'd live in a flat together for uni. They both had got seats in the same University in London and Harry considered it a way to escape from the jail aka his house. They were about to leave in three days, though their classes would start after a week. Harry wanted to escape as soon as possible, by giving a reason that he wanted to get adjusted to the new environment and bleh bleh. Everything was in place until he and Niall decided to go to a cheap bar last night along with his 'not so close but be with him always because he was rich and cool' mates. He used to go to bars since he turned eighteen.(He started drinking even before he was seventeen but only when him and Niall had sleepovers). His dad never knew about it as he used to sneak out only when George was not within ten miles radar but yesterday was unexpected. He had thought that his dad was in Tokyo and would come back on the day of his departure to uni, but he came early right at the moment when Harry was stumbling and swaying while walking out of a bar near to his house. His dad saw him outside the bar when he was in his car on his way to home. His dad was not against alcohol, it was the cheap bar that offended him. He wanted his son to have some class and dignity.

"Harry!", Niall shouted. Harry stopped hitting the bag for once. He sank into the couch nearby.

"Harry I know what you're thinking. But I think we can convince him...."

"No! He would let me die but would never let me destroy his rep. What am I? A robot? To do everything according to his wish?! I'm an adult now! He wouldn't even let me get tattoos peacefully!", Harry said through gritted teeth.

Niall stopped the machine and sat near Harry on the couch. He placed his hand on the other boy's shoulder. "So you lost hope already?!", Niall asked.

Harry just shrugged in response. He wished Gemma to be there with him at this moment. She was studying in Manchester University and was about to start her final year there. She had left for the uni a week ago. She had chosen that University in order to live close to their mum's parents in Cheshire.

In the past two years, Harry had changed so much. He had become bold and confident. He made a lot of friends since the incident. If he could flirt like a pro with the person who kidnapped him, he could talk normally to any other person, that's what he thought. He tried to get better in football but he couldn't. But people didn't make fun of him anymore. He had learnt to use his charm on people. But none of these meant that he was okay. He was not. The broken expression of William was still hung on the gallery inside his brain. He needed distractions to cope with his emotions.