R E G A L [h.s.]

12 || She Has Long Eyelashes

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Harry Styles

7 Years Old - One Day Before Recruitment In The Division

"Harry, have you finished packing?" My dad spoke, coming to stand in my doorway.

Placing my last folded t-shirt on top of the other articles of clothing and necessities, I flipped the top of the suitcase closed, zipping it securely.

"Just finished." I sighed, taking a look at it then turning to meet my fathers eyes.

"Got everything?"

"I hope so, but I still don't know where we're going."

"It's a surprise." His bulky arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the door frame.

I wonder if I'll ever be strong like him. My arms are slim and long, similar to my legs. I grew too quickly into my height, causing me to be taller than any other kids my age.

They make fun of me for it.

I want to be strong.

"I don't like surprises." I mumbled.

"This one will be good." He responded, sluggishly walking into the room closer to me. "Maybe you'll learn something."

"Like what?"

"Possibilities are endless, Harry. Who knows, you could learn something I've been trying to teach you for years now. Maybe you'll finally find that man inside of you."

He always tells me to 'be a man', or 'man up'.

I know he just wants me to be like him; smart, big, good looking and learn to stand up for myself. He doesn't like that I let people pick on me, but I don't really know what to say back. I've taught myself to just ignore them, even if it gets hard sometimes.

"I don't-I don't get it. How will a surprise trip teach me that?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

He raised his eyebrows quickly at me before leaving me alone in my room.

He doesn't make sense a lot of the time. He's my dad, I guess he doesn't always have to.

That's what he always says.

It makes me kind of angry that he won't tell me where we're going. I mean it when I say I hate surprises, I really hate them.

"Harry?" A soft voice spoke, her head peeking around the frame of my opened door. Her dark chestnut hair-similar to mine-was tied up, a blue silk pj set hanging from her frame. It was her favorite.

Mom.

I wonder if she's coming, it's always better when she does.

"Hi, mom."

"Hi, sweetheart, can you come outside with me for a moment?"

My brows furrowed slightly before I followed her, walking closely behind as she escorted us down the stairs and towards our porch in the backyard.

She looked sad. I don't like it when she's sad.

She opened the glass door, motioning for me to walk through first. My steps followed her silent order and she did the same, sitting on the steps after and patting the spot next to her.