third person P.O.V- last third person P.O.V for a whhile

A couple of minutes away from where Niall and Zayn were moving the sofa into Zayn's house, lay a small two story house. This house was the house across the street from your's, the house that you tried to make look as perfect as that one, but it's just not possible because it's too perfect. This house is all white with perfect details added to the window sills, and vibrant multi-color flowers in the front yard that seemed like they stayed perfect during all seasons. Flowers lined their driveway and they had the perfect white picket fence.

This was not a house, this was a home.

Inside this 'perfect' home was an almost just as perfect family. A gorgeous mom with long black hair and her just as beautiful son with long, curly shoulder length locks lived in this home. The mom,age forty,but looks no older than thirty-two,loves her job. She works as a gardener for the rich and sometimes famous, so it's safe to say they are pretty set on money.

Harry,the son,age eighteen was as innocent as he could be. People can be a little judge mental and call him dumb, but that's far from the truth. You see, Harry was home schooled by his mum and sometimes a "substitute" if his mum wasn't there.

So... he's a little sheltered.

Even if he can prove his book smarts, Harry was just an innocent child out on the streets. He does have friends though. Those being his lifetime childhood friends, and when I say lifetime, I mean since the hospital, where all their mums met. But that's a long story saved for another time. Harry's friends circle includes two people; Liam and louis,who were currently dating.(Lilo side ship if you know what I mean ;)).

The three lifelong buddies always hang out with each other and at each other houses. They have a schedule: Monday -Liam's house, Tuesday- Louis' house, Wednesday-Harry's house, Thursday -Saturday are free days and Sunday they all go out. Sometimes schedules change because Liam and Louis have jobs, leaving Harry to where he is today, job hunting.

The long haired boy looked in his floor-length mirror at his attire for today: Black skinny jeans and a black button down shirt with pretty pink flowers decorating it. Harry was in love with flowers, just like his mum. Topping his hair today was a flower crown made of beautiful fake, pink flowers that matched his shirt, his crown was clipped in with bobby pins. His mum made this one especially for today, because today was a special day.

Harry was going job hunting.

Harry skipped his way down stairs,quite literally,and made his way to the kitchen. To say he was nervous was quite the understatement, more like understatement of the century. Harry was a very shy and anti-social person, so he was basically shitting his pants right now. As Harry entered the kitchen, he saw his mum standing over the stove making a big breakfast for Harry's special day. She had a sun kissed skin just like her son, she was practically glowing today.

Harry greeted his mum with a kiss to her forehead,since he was taller than her, and a hug. Harry had orange juice today out of his favorite cup for good luck. Harry believed highly in luck, today he wore his lucky socks, his lucky bracelet, and his lucky underwear(which were a pair of women's underwear with butterflies on them). Harry and his mum sat down and ate the delicious meal together.

Harry was going with Louis in order to search for a job, knowing he would get lost if he went by himself. After they finished eating breakfast Harry got up and put on his scuffed up brown boots.

"I'm so proud of my baby boy"Anne,harry's mum,squeled as she hugged Harry.

Little whimpers left Harry's throat as he felt like crying, he was so scared.

Scared of meeting new people. Scared of being rejected. Scared of failing. Anne lifted her son's head off her shoulder and was met with green eyes getting red from pre-formed tears, and pink tinted nose and cheeks. "Oh, my baby, what's wrong?" she questioned.

"I-I I don't wanna go" Harry whined dragging out the 'o' in go and stomping his foot childishly.

"Now, Harry Edward Styles, you are an intelligent young man and you are going to do fine, you're momma's boy so I have faith in you," Anne practically demanded "plus Louis will be there helping you every step of the way". Anne basically radiated confidence, something Harry lacked.

After their little exchange of words Harry stepped out the door onto the porch lit up by the rays of the summer sun.

"I love you my boy, Always stay by Louis Okay?" Anne kissed his cheek one last time knowing she had to let him grow up.

"Yes mum," Harry Pouted, his pink lips pulling into a fake pout, "I love you too."

As Harry was about to step off the porch he remembered something, "Mum, I forgot to ask, but ummm, do I look beautiful today?" Harry asked shyly with his head down and arms in front of him fidgeting nervously. Harry knew it was silly, but he always needed an extra boost of confidence.

Anne had the widest smile on her face when she answered "You're the prettiest of all the daises Harry". With that she softly closed the door behind her. It was a saying she would always say to harry ever since he was a baby.

Harry smiled widely, so wide he's pretty sure his dimples were popping out, and began walking to Lou's house across the street, today was turning out to be a pretty good day after all.







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