Harper's Island ***ON HOLD***
Home Not So Sweet Home
Three years. Three years since my dad shipped me off to LA. Three years since my mother was murdered. Three years since I was forced to leave my home, - Harper's Island - my friends, and family.
But I have finally reached my breaking point. I tried to make it work in California, but I just couldn't. I started drinking and going to parties and waking up places with no recollection of how or when I got there. I started smoking; cigarettes and weed. I started street fighting, and never lost to anyone, neither male nor female. So, you could say I know how to kick some serious ass. I got tattoos and piercings, nothing crazy, my piercings consist of my nose, my bellybutton, and my whole right ear is pierced from the lobe to the cartilage and my left ear has three on the cartilage and three on the lobe. My tattoos consist of a wolf on my back at the top of my spine, right below my neck, a dream catcher on my ribs on the right side, a feather that breaks off into birds on my collar bone, and my last two tattoos have personal meanings that I suppose I should tell you. I have the initials H.E.S on my ring finger on my left hand, H.E.S stands for Harry Edward Styles, he was my first and only love but, I'll fill you in on our story in a bit. The last tattoo I have is for my mother, of course. I have a butterfly behind my left ear. When she was still here, I was very self conscious. I didn't ever see my true beauty, I always compared myself to other people, I always pointed out my flaws. I was never good enough for myself, even though I had a boyfriend, and friends who constantly told me that I was beautiful. So one day my mom sat me down, and told me I am beautiful and I am butterfly. Of course, I was extremely confused, why is my mom calling me a bug? But she said "You my baby girl, are a butterfly, butterflies have extremely beautiful wings, but they can't see their wings so they don't know how truly beautiful they are." Ever since then I always remind myself that I am a butterfly.
I completely forgot the most important thing you should know about me; my name.
Well, I'm Stormy Mills, weird name I know, but I love it. My mom was always into things that make people unique and differ from everyone, one of those things being names. I have brown hair that goes just below my boobs, but it's blonde at the ends. I'm quite short for my age, (which is 17) I'm 5'3. I don't have huge boobs, or an enormous ass, I guess you could say I am a normal size in those areas, now I am definitely not blessed like some girls, but I wasn't cheated either. I usually wear dark colors, not because I'm gothic or anything, I've always dressed in warm colors even before my mom passed. I just like the colors brown, black, gray, and maroon. I still wear more colorful clothing every now and then, but not too much.
My personality some what differs from my appearance. Before the murders on the island and being sent to LA, I was very out going, bubbly, happy all the time, trusted everyone, and never met a stranger. But that was then, I'm not too different now but I have changed. Now I'm very cautious around people I don't know, I speak my mind; whether I'm thinking good or bad things, if I don't like you I don't have a problem letting you know how I feel. There is one thing about me that hasn't changed and never will, I've always been the kind of person to never bully anyone or let people pick on others or exclude certain people from things. I am still like that, even though I'm still cautious about trusting people, that doesn't mean I can't include or help people out.
Now we're done with the introductions and all the depressing shit about my past, lets get to the real reason you're reading this. Right now I am about to be back on Harper's Island. I had a friend pull some strings and I was able to get a small charter plan to fly me straight to the island. So as we speak I am sitting in this small ass plane, if you can even call it that, it's more like a freaking death chamber, with my dog Bear and the pilot. Bear is currently laying in my lap like he is a little Chihuahua, which he is most definitely not. See I found Bear on the island when I was little. To be honest, I don't even know if Bear is really a dog, he looks like a full blown wolf and I have no problem with that because my favorite animal is a wolf. Anyways, sorry I keep rambling, I tend to do that when I'm nervous and returning to the island is making me extremely nervous. But, no one but Louis (My childhood best friend) and Melanie (She's like my big sister) know I'm coming back. They're the only two people I have stay in contact with since I left. It's not that I didn't want to talk to anyone else, it just hurt to much, but Melanie and Louis always knew exactly how to help.
I'm so scared. I haven't seen my dad in 3 years, I've missed him so much even though he was the one who made me leave. But I'm mainly scared to see Harry. He was my first and only love, hence the tattoo on my left hand ring finger. What if he's moved on? What am I thinking, of course he's moved on! Oh God, what if he hates me? What am I gonna do?
My thoughts were interrupted by the fat, greasy pilot.
"We're about to land, buckle up." Lardo said.
Yes, I called him Lardo. What? I didn't care to learn his real name.
I buckled up and held on to the arm rest, bracing myself to land, even though we aren't technically landing because it's an island, and we have to land on the water by the dock. So I guess it's called water landing? Wow, my brain is seriously going 90 mph right now.
We finally land, I grab my bag, set it on the dock, and fix my shirt since it was messed up from the flight. ( http://www.polyvore.com/coming_home/set?id=100027026)
"C'mon Bear, we don't got all day" I yell at my hyper active dog as I pick up my bag and start walking down the dock towards the town.
Bear finally caught up to me, for which I'm glad because I have always hated this town at night. Oh, did I mention I decided to come in the middle of the night to avoid running into anyone until I was ready? Well, I did and I'm just glad I have Bear with me, he's more protection than an actual body guard would be when it comes to protecting me. I make my way to Louis' where I'll be staying since he lives alone, until I go see my dad and let him know that I'm home. I told Louis to leave a key under the mat so he didn't have to stay up all night waiting on me, and after 2 hours of arguing he finally agreed.
I decide to walk slower and take in the town since I haven't been here in 3 years. Much to my surprise it hasn't change much at all, the only difference I can see is they finally repaved the parking lot for the island's only bar, which happens to be where us trouble makin' kids would hangout and sneak the alcohol, get drunk, and cause a bunch of trouble. Oh those were the days.
I guess I was reminiscing about the good ole' days longer than I though because I was standing in front of Louis'. The lights were off so I'm guessing Louis finally went to sleep. I made my way up the stairs, the porch light came on scaring the living shit out of me. After recovering from my mini heart attack I grabbed the key from under the mat and unlock the door. I planned on being really quiet and crawling in bed with Louis, we always slept in the same bed, we're best friends after all. Before I could get in the door Bear went barreling in the door and up the stairs. I laugh to myself and pick up my bag and walk it trying to be as quiet as possible, I love Louis but I am exhausted and I just want to sleep, and knowing him he'll want to talk and talk. Obviously luck wasn't on my side because I tripped over Louis' shoes and fell straight on my knee, and cried out in pain.
"GOD DAMMIT LOUSI, HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ABOUT PICKING YOUR SHIT UP" I yell in pain not caring if he woke up. "FUCKING SHIT MY KNEEE, WHY MUST THE GOOD DIE YOUNG" Okay, maybe I was being a little bit dramatic but hey! it hurt.
Suddenly the living room light turned on and footsteps started getting closer to where I was. I was curled up in a ball holding my knee until I heard someone clear their throat. Thinking it was Louis I said
"You little shit, if you don't want to clean at least hire a ma-" I cut myself off as soon as I looked up and saw who was standing there, and it was definitely not Louis.
"Stormy?" My chest tightened at the sound of his voice.
"Umm, hey Harry"
But I have finally reached my breaking point. I tried to make it work in California, but I just couldn't. I started drinking and going to parties and waking up places with no recollection of how or when I got there. I started smoking; cigarettes and weed. I started street fighting, and never lost to anyone, neither male nor female. So, you could say I know how to kick some serious ass. I got tattoos and piercings, nothing crazy, my piercings consist of my nose, my bellybutton, and my whole right ear is pierced from the lobe to the cartilage and my left ear has three on the cartilage and three on the lobe. My tattoos consist of a wolf on my back at the top of my spine, right below my neck, a dream catcher on my ribs on the right side, a feather that breaks off into birds on my collar bone, and my last two tattoos have personal meanings that I suppose I should tell you. I have the initials H.E.S on my ring finger on my left hand, H.E.S stands for Harry Edward Styles, he was my first and only love but, I'll fill you in on our story in a bit. The last tattoo I have is for my mother, of course. I have a butterfly behind my left ear. When she was still here, I was very self conscious. I didn't ever see my true beauty, I always compared myself to other people, I always pointed out my flaws. I was never good enough for myself, even though I had a boyfriend, and friends who constantly told me that I was beautiful. So one day my mom sat me down, and told me I am beautiful and I am butterfly. Of course, I was extremely confused, why is my mom calling me a bug? But she said "You my baby girl, are a butterfly, butterflies have extremely beautiful wings, but they can't see their wings so they don't know how truly beautiful they are." Ever since then I always remind myself that I am a butterfly.
I completely forgot the most important thing you should know about me; my name.
Well, I'm Stormy Mills, weird name I know, but I love it. My mom was always into things that make people unique and differ from everyone, one of those things being names. I have brown hair that goes just below my boobs, but it's blonde at the ends. I'm quite short for my age, (which is 17) I'm 5'3. I don't have huge boobs, or an enormous ass, I guess you could say I am a normal size in those areas, now I am definitely not blessed like some girls, but I wasn't cheated either. I usually wear dark colors, not because I'm gothic or anything, I've always dressed in warm colors even before my mom passed. I just like the colors brown, black, gray, and maroon. I still wear more colorful clothing every now and then, but not too much.
My personality some what differs from my appearance. Before the murders on the island and being sent to LA, I was very out going, bubbly, happy all the time, trusted everyone, and never met a stranger. But that was then, I'm not too different now but I have changed. Now I'm very cautious around people I don't know, I speak my mind; whether I'm thinking good or bad things, if I don't like you I don't have a problem letting you know how I feel. There is one thing about me that hasn't changed and never will, I've always been the kind of person to never bully anyone or let people pick on others or exclude certain people from things. I am still like that, even though I'm still cautious about trusting people, that doesn't mean I can't include or help people out.
Now we're done with the introductions and all the depressing shit about my past, lets get to the real reason you're reading this. Right now I am about to be back on Harper's Island. I had a friend pull some strings and I was able to get a small charter plan to fly me straight to the island. So as we speak I am sitting in this small ass plane, if you can even call it that, it's more like a freaking death chamber, with my dog Bear and the pilot. Bear is currently laying in my lap like he is a little Chihuahua, which he is most definitely not. See I found Bear on the island when I was little. To be honest, I don't even know if Bear is really a dog, he looks like a full blown wolf and I have no problem with that because my favorite animal is a wolf. Anyways, sorry I keep rambling, I tend to do that when I'm nervous and returning to the island is making me extremely nervous. But, no one but Louis (My childhood best friend) and Melanie (She's like my big sister) know I'm coming back. They're the only two people I have stay in contact with since I left. It's not that I didn't want to talk to anyone else, it just hurt to much, but Melanie and Louis always knew exactly how to help.
I'm so scared. I haven't seen my dad in 3 years, I've missed him so much even though he was the one who made me leave. But I'm mainly scared to see Harry. He was my first and only love, hence the tattoo on my left hand ring finger. What if he's moved on? What am I thinking, of course he's moved on! Oh God, what if he hates me? What am I gonna do?
My thoughts were interrupted by the fat, greasy pilot.
"We're about to land, buckle up." Lardo said.
Yes, I called him Lardo. What? I didn't care to learn his real name.
I buckled up and held on to the arm rest, bracing myself to land, even though we aren't technically landing because it's an island, and we have to land on the water by the dock. So I guess it's called water landing? Wow, my brain is seriously going 90 mph right now.
We finally land, I grab my bag, set it on the dock, and fix my shirt since it was messed up from the flight. ( http://www.polyvore.com/coming_home/set?id=100027026)
"C'mon Bear, we don't got all day" I yell at my hyper active dog as I pick up my bag and start walking down the dock towards the town.
Bear finally caught up to me, for which I'm glad because I have always hated this town at night. Oh, did I mention I decided to come in the middle of the night to avoid running into anyone until I was ready? Well, I did and I'm just glad I have Bear with me, he's more protection than an actual body guard would be when it comes to protecting me. I make my way to Louis' where I'll be staying since he lives alone, until I go see my dad and let him know that I'm home. I told Louis to leave a key under the mat so he didn't have to stay up all night waiting on me, and after 2 hours of arguing he finally agreed.
I decide to walk slower and take in the town since I haven't been here in 3 years. Much to my surprise it hasn't change much at all, the only difference I can see is they finally repaved the parking lot for the island's only bar, which happens to be where us trouble makin' kids would hangout and sneak the alcohol, get drunk, and cause a bunch of trouble. Oh those were the days.
I guess I was reminiscing about the good ole' days longer than I though because I was standing in front of Louis'. The lights were off so I'm guessing Louis finally went to sleep. I made my way up the stairs, the porch light came on scaring the living shit out of me. After recovering from my mini heart attack I grabbed the key from under the mat and unlock the door. I planned on being really quiet and crawling in bed with Louis, we always slept in the same bed, we're best friends after all. Before I could get in the door Bear went barreling in the door and up the stairs. I laugh to myself and pick up my bag and walk it trying to be as quiet as possible, I love Louis but I am exhausted and I just want to sleep, and knowing him he'll want to talk and talk. Obviously luck wasn't on my side because I tripped over Louis' shoes and fell straight on my knee, and cried out in pain.
"GOD DAMMIT LOUSI, HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ABOUT PICKING YOUR SHIT UP" I yell in pain not caring if he woke up. "FUCKING SHIT MY KNEEE, WHY MUST THE GOOD DIE YOUNG" Okay, maybe I was being a little bit dramatic but hey! it hurt.
Suddenly the living room light turned on and footsteps started getting closer to where I was. I was curled up in a ball holding my knee until I heard someone clear their throat. Thinking it was Louis I said
"You little shit, if you don't want to clean at least hire a ma-" I cut myself off as soon as I looked up and saw who was standing there, and it was definitely not Louis.
"Stormy?" My chest tightened at the sound of his voice.
"Umm, hey Harry"
Notes
Sorry if this is all over the place, I typed the first chapter and I back spaced and it went back a page and deleted what I had wrote. SOOO I had to rewrite it and obviously it isn't as good as it was but, I tried.Anyways, comment, vote, subscribe.
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-Alex
Why is it on hold????????
3/14/14