Something Hard To Find (Harry Styles
The Beginnings of Life As We Know It
A/N real quick... I put a week for the song project but i changed it to a month because it just makes more sense with what i'm thinking of for the story... You'll see! Anywaysssss, this is chapter 2, ENJOY!!!
P.S. You learn A LOT about Cambrilynn in this chapter!!
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~Harry~
We were walking to Cambrilynn's house after school so we could start on the project our music teacher gave us. It was really weird since nobody was talking or anything so I decided to break the silence.
"Hey, Cambrilynn? Why did you get all jumpy when I asked about you book earlier?"
"Oh, um, it's just that it's very personal since it's also my journal and a lot of stuff has happened in my past and it's all in there... So yeah..." I look down and fidget with my fingers. "And you don't have to call me Cambrilynn. It's too long. Call me Cam, or lynn." I said, as we round the corner to my house.
"Okay, Cam." Harry says, smiling at me. Soon we reach my house and walk inside, only to be greeted by the overly-enthusiastic person I call mother.
"Ohh, who's this?? A boy? And on the first day of school?" She says, circling him and picking up his arm, examining him like he's some sort of alien species. *Facepalm* I roll my eyes. Time to bring out the whine. That's right.
"Mooooommmmmmm, whaaatt are youuuu doinggggggggg. He's my frienddddd, and youuuuu are going to scare him awayyyyyyy!!!"
"Oh Sorry!" She says, getting the point. Harry takes this as his chance.
"Hello, miss. My name is Harry Styles." he says, putting on an act of taking her hand, bending down, and kissing it.
"Oh, well aren't you friendly" I mom says, somewhat creeped out. She pulls her hand away and runs to her room, Harry laughing. After some time he stops.
"Care to explain?" I ask him, referring to his very 1800's style of introducing hisself.
"All I'm gonna say, is that it works every time."
"Smart-ass" I say, slapping his arm playfully. He just laughs."Let's go up to my room." I say, as I lead the way. We walk paast my mom's office, and Harry stops.
"What with the copy machine?"
"Oh, my mom works at home." He replies with a simple head bob, and we continue on to my room. We get to my room and harry's mouth drops in shock. Probably because I have at least fifty stuffed animals and my walls are black... sort of contradicting, right? Oh well,it's my life, If you don't like it, kick rocks! i run to my bed and plop onto it, while Harry goes over to my picture boards. He points to a picture with two guys on it.
"Whose this?" He asks.
"My dad and little brother." I respond, hoping he doesn't ask anymore.
"Where are they?" ding ding ding there's the surprise. great. Should I tell him? I'll try not to.
"Not here."
"Where are they?"
"Gone."
"What do you- wait, you mean, gone, gone?"
"Sorta...."
"How?"
"Crash.... drunk driver....."
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay. It was four years ago anyways."
"Oh." He then comes and sits next to me on my bed. Great. Situation is now completely awkward. Fluffernut.
"Anyways, do you want something to drink before we get started?"
"Sure"
"Ok, I'll be back in like ten minutes." I said, leaving the room.
~Harry~
She left the room. Now's my chance. I reach into her bag and pull out her book, flipping through a bunch of songs. I can't find the journals! After skimming through some pages for about five minutes I hear something but forget about it. Found one! The date on it is August 2. That's yesterday. As I begin reading I hear a glass shatter. I look up to see Cam with tears in her eyes.
"Y-You're reading my book?" her expression is completely mortified. All the color has drained from her face and she looks like she's about to faint. Shit...
"I-I can explain" before I can say anything she goes crazy on me.
"WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO THAT?? I THOUGHT I COULD TRUST YOU BUT I GUESS NOT! I WAS GONNA TELL YOU EVERYTHING BUT YOU HAD TO BE NOSY AND GOT HROUGH MY STUFF! WHEN I FINALLY THOUGHT I COULD TRUST SOMEONE I FIND OUT THAT IT'S NOT TRUE! AND I THOUGHT YOU WERE DIFFERENT!!" She says, bawling her eyes out. Her hands go up to her hair and she is pulling at it. I want to help but she is still yelling. "YOU... YOU PIECE OF SHIT YOU BETRAYED ME!" All of sudden she stops, as her bracelets fall off her wrists while she is flailing them around. I catch a glimpse of something I never thought I would see on such a beautiful, bubbly girl. Scars on her wrists. She stops and her face pales again. Before I can say anything she is pushing me out of her room. "Leave me alone. Just go away. I don't wanna see you anymore..." she says, and I start walking away, feeling guilty. Then I hear the smallest voice in the world. "Wait." it says. I turn back to see the bubbly girl that was there ten minutes sitting on the floor looking at me. She gets up and runs to me, embracing me in a tight hug. "I'm gonna tell you everything."
"Are you sure?"
"Everything." She says and we walk back into her room. She sits on her bed and opens her book to the same page I was about to read and starts to read it aloud. Every single word.
(this part made me cry, beware)
August 2.
School starts again tomorrow. I get to go back to hell. The torture they put me through is unbearable, but not like it was four years ago. When dad was still here. At least at school I can't get raped everyday. I just get to be called fat, bitch, slut, whore, daddy-lover.... and more. I guess I can go back to my only friend, the razor. I think I'll start tonight.yeah. Tonight I'll reunite with my favorite rusty friend. The only time I will ever feel happy is when that blood is trickling down my arm. Oh yeah. Mom is drunk again tonight, nothing new. She is every night. I just wish I could have a knight in shining armor to save me from this hell hole. But I guess not. Until tomorrow.
I watched her every tear, her every emotion flow out of that one page. She looked up at me, about to explain, but I stopped her. I picked up her wrist, examining and kissing every cut, even the fresh ones from last night. With every kiss I said something positive about her. Kiss. "Beautiful." Kiss. "Amazing." Kiss."Bubbly." Kiss. "Smart." Kiss. "Creative." Kiss. "Meaningful." Kiss. "Determined." Kiss. "Shy" Kiss "Strong" This time i held the last kiss longer than the others. "Worth more than you can imagine." I looked up at her, tears running down her cheeks. I kissed the trail of tears at the bottom of both her eyes, I then kissed her at the corner of her mouth. "Let me be your knight in shining armor." I say, as I engulf her in a hug, not letting go. I slightly pull away from the hug, still not letting go. "Will you let me be your knight in shining armor?" I ask, waiting for her answer.
"Yes." She says, and I smile from ear to ear.
P.S. You learn A LOT about Cambrilynn in this chapter!!
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~Harry~
We were walking to Cambrilynn's house after school so we could start on the project our music teacher gave us. It was really weird since nobody was talking or anything so I decided to break the silence.
"Hey, Cambrilynn? Why did you get all jumpy when I asked about you book earlier?"
"Oh, um, it's just that it's very personal since it's also my journal and a lot of stuff has happened in my past and it's all in there... So yeah..." I look down and fidget with my fingers. "And you don't have to call me Cambrilynn. It's too long. Call me Cam, or lynn." I said, as we round the corner to my house.
"Okay, Cam." Harry says, smiling at me. Soon we reach my house and walk inside, only to be greeted by the overly-enthusiastic person I call mother.
"Ohh, who's this?? A boy? And on the first day of school?" She says, circling him and picking up his arm, examining him like he's some sort of alien species. *Facepalm* I roll my eyes. Time to bring out the whine. That's right.
"Mooooommmmmmm, whaaatt are youuuu doinggggggggg. He's my frienddddd, and youuuuu are going to scare him awayyyyyyy!!!"
"Oh Sorry!" She says, getting the point. Harry takes this as his chance.
"Hello, miss. My name is Harry Styles." he says, putting on an act of taking her hand, bending down, and kissing it.
"Oh, well aren't you friendly" I mom says, somewhat creeped out. She pulls her hand away and runs to her room, Harry laughing. After some time he stops.
"Care to explain?" I ask him, referring to his very 1800's style of introducing hisself.
"All I'm gonna say, is that it works every time."
"Smart-ass" I say, slapping his arm playfully. He just laughs."Let's go up to my room." I say, as I lead the way. We walk paast my mom's office, and Harry stops.
"What with the copy machine?"
"Oh, my mom works at home." He replies with a simple head bob, and we continue on to my room. We get to my room and harry's mouth drops in shock. Probably because I have at least fifty stuffed animals and my walls are black... sort of contradicting, right? Oh well,it's my life, If you don't like it, kick rocks! i run to my bed and plop onto it, while Harry goes over to my picture boards. He points to a picture with two guys on it.
"Whose this?" He asks.
"My dad and little brother." I respond, hoping he doesn't ask anymore.
"Where are they?" ding ding ding there's the surprise. great. Should I tell him? I'll try not to.
"Not here."
"Where are they?"
"Gone."
"What do you- wait, you mean, gone, gone?"
"Sorta...."
"How?"
"Crash.... drunk driver....."
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay. It was four years ago anyways."
"Oh." He then comes and sits next to me on my bed. Great. Situation is now completely awkward. Fluffernut.
"Anyways, do you want something to drink before we get started?"
"Sure"
"Ok, I'll be back in like ten minutes." I said, leaving the room.
~Harry~
She left the room. Now's my chance. I reach into her bag and pull out her book, flipping through a bunch of songs. I can't find the journals! After skimming through some pages for about five minutes I hear something but forget about it. Found one! The date on it is August 2. That's yesterday. As I begin reading I hear a glass shatter. I look up to see Cam with tears in her eyes.
"Y-You're reading my book?" her expression is completely mortified. All the color has drained from her face and she looks like she's about to faint. Shit...
"I-I can explain" before I can say anything she goes crazy on me.
"WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO THAT?? I THOUGHT I COULD TRUST YOU BUT I GUESS NOT! I WAS GONNA TELL YOU EVERYTHING BUT YOU HAD TO BE NOSY AND GOT HROUGH MY STUFF! WHEN I FINALLY THOUGHT I COULD TRUST SOMEONE I FIND OUT THAT IT'S NOT TRUE! AND I THOUGHT YOU WERE DIFFERENT!!" She says, bawling her eyes out. Her hands go up to her hair and she is pulling at it. I want to help but she is still yelling. "YOU... YOU PIECE OF SHIT YOU BETRAYED ME!" All of sudden she stops, as her bracelets fall off her wrists while she is flailing them around. I catch a glimpse of something I never thought I would see on such a beautiful, bubbly girl. Scars on her wrists. She stops and her face pales again. Before I can say anything she is pushing me out of her room. "Leave me alone. Just go away. I don't wanna see you anymore..." she says, and I start walking away, feeling guilty. Then I hear the smallest voice in the world. "Wait." it says. I turn back to see the bubbly girl that was there ten minutes sitting on the floor looking at me. She gets up and runs to me, embracing me in a tight hug. "I'm gonna tell you everything."
"Are you sure?"
"Everything." She says and we walk back into her room. She sits on her bed and opens her book to the same page I was about to read and starts to read it aloud. Every single word.
(this part made me cry, beware)
August 2.
School starts again tomorrow. I get to go back to hell. The torture they put me through is unbearable, but not like it was four years ago. When dad was still here. At least at school I can't get raped everyday. I just get to be called fat, bitch, slut, whore, daddy-lover.... and more. I guess I can go back to my only friend, the razor. I think I'll start tonight.yeah. Tonight I'll reunite with my favorite rusty friend. The only time I will ever feel happy is when that blood is trickling down my arm. Oh yeah. Mom is drunk again tonight, nothing new. She is every night. I just wish I could have a knight in shining armor to save me from this hell hole. But I guess not. Until tomorrow.
I watched her every tear, her every emotion flow out of that one page. She looked up at me, about to explain, but I stopped her. I picked up her wrist, examining and kissing every cut, even the fresh ones from last night. With every kiss I said something positive about her. Kiss. "Beautiful." Kiss. "Amazing." Kiss."Bubbly." Kiss. "Smart." Kiss. "Creative." Kiss. "Meaningful." Kiss. "Determined." Kiss. "Shy" Kiss "Strong" This time i held the last kiss longer than the others. "Worth more than you can imagine." I looked up at her, tears running down her cheeks. I kissed the trail of tears at the bottom of both her eyes, I then kissed her at the corner of her mouth. "Let me be your knight in shining armor." I say, as I engulf her in a hug, not letting go. I slightly pull away from the hug, still not letting go. "Will you let me be your knight in shining armor?" I ask, waiting for her answer.
"Yes." She says, and I smile from ear to ear.
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