A Smile Can Hide It All (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

A New World Full of Possibilities

All Alone in This Meaningless World

Stella´s Pov:

After reading all the letters Jane had sent me, I remembered my parents were still downstairs. I put all the letters back in the box, and put them under my bed. It´s not like anyone would ever go in my room and read them, but I still had the temptation to put them somewhere safe and hidden. I stood up and made my way downstairs, to be met by my parents again. I just stood there for a while, staring at them. I just couldn´t believe they had kept this from me, they knew how much she meant to me and they just decided to hide it from me, being the selfish parents that they are. They never cared about us, hey never cared about how I did in school, or what happened to me, and if I got sick I just had to deal with it. They never celebrated Christmas, or New Years, or even our birthdays. They would say there was nothing to celebrate other than another year closer to death. I honestly found that pretty scary if you ask me, they were in a way right, but what kind of parent tells their 9 year old child that kind of thing? Oh yeah. My parents. But, as we got older, Jane got a small job at some restaurant just so she could get me a gift every Christmas and birthday. I always felt really bad since I could never do the same to her, so instead I would always garb some paper and make her a drawing or a letter. I knew it wasn´t the best present you could ever give to someone, but I always thought it was the least I could do for her. She had always told me I was great drawer, but I never really cared since I had no idea how that could ever help me in life anyways.

"Why did you hide this from me?" I asked my parents.

"We didn´t know how to tell you. Besides, if she dies, she dies." My dad said with not even one bit of emotion on his face. Sometimes I wonder if he even has feelings or emotions.

"What is that supposed to mean? Do you not care about your own daughter?! Oh wait, you don´t! You never did! All you cared about was yourself! You never did anything for me! Jane was the only person who ever loved me and I´m going to loose her and you just don´t care! If my life was bad I can´t even imagine how Jane lived with no one there for her! You both are just a pair of selfish parents who just care about themselves!" I yelled at my dad already starting to cry. But I held back the tears because I had to stay strong.

They looked really shocked at how I had just basically yelled at their faces all my feelings which had been building up all this time. I honestly felt a little better now that I had just told them everything going on in my head. Apparently this hadn´t affected my father in any way, shape or form.

"Well if we don´t treat you like you want, then just get out of here and go live somewhere else! If it weren´t for me, you wouldn´t even have a home! You little brat!" He said. A home? I rather live in my peaceful, little, secret spot than with them! I then noticed my mother hadn´t said one single word all this time and I wondered if she actually cared about the way my dad was shouting at me, or especially the things my dad had just told me.

"You know what?! You´re right! I´ll be gone tomorrow by 10am!" I shouted at him and stormed out of the living room, going back up to my room again. I honestly had nowhere to go. But all I knew was that I needed to get out of here before I did something to myself. I started packing all my stuff in some suitcases I had in my closet. I grabbed all my hair stuff, my clothes, shoes, jewelry and of course, the box. After that, I went downstairs and my parents weren´t home. Typical. As I walked I realized I had never gone in my parents room. Not ever, not once in my entire life. I guess I just never really thought it would matter if I ever went in, besides, I had, for some reason, always been afraid of going in it. But today, I finally walked in.

When I did, I noticed there was a television, the bed was unmade and there were some clothes on the floor. I walked more and found a closet. Then I found another box that said in big bold letters,´DO NOT OPEN.´I obviously found this quite challenging, knowing this was something I wasn´t supposed to open, making me want to open. An evil smile spread across my face and I lifted the top. At first I wasn´t quite sure what it was, but then I realized it. They were drugs. And next to them there was a lot of money. I grabbed it and started counting it. When I finished I was really shocked at how much it was. A total of $5,250 .Dollars. That´s when it all made sense: My dad didn´t have a job, he sold drugs. I suddenly felt scared and ashamed of living in a place that had been paid with money earned by selling drugs. I felt disgusted at my father for this, and that was probably one of the reasons my mother always looked horrible, she was in drugs too.