A/N: Hiii!!! This is my second book so far... I don't know if it's gonna be any good though...the idea just kinda popped up in my head... I am not that good at writing and I might make some mistakes since English is not my first language... I hope you enjoy!!!
Have fun besties
xo Isis
(Sorry if the pov's are kinda all over the place)
Harry's POV:
I stepped inside our apartment and placed the flowers I just picked from my garden on the table while I went to put some water in a vase.
It was spring so that means daffodil season. I love daffodils. When I was younger,during spring,my mum used to always have daffodils laying around everywhere. I would find them on the kitchen table,in the bathroom,in my room or in my hair even! She would hide them around the house and everytime I found one I would get a hug. I loved her hugs.... I loved my life back then. I had a loving mum, friends and I was happy. But I'm not anymore....
Every year around Easter I pick some of the daffodils I grow in my garden, making sure I still left some so my garden still looked pretty, and put them all around my house hoping it would make me feel happy again the way they used to. When my mum was still here...But it wasn't working. I was still not happy.
I placed the daffodils in the vase hoping Ian wouldn't ruin them this time... in the beginning i thought he did it on accident, that he didn't mean to wreck them... I was so sure he didn't do it on purpose 'cause he loved me. He wouldn't hurt my flowers on purpose. He wouldn't hurt me on purpose. But now I'm not so sure anymore...
I looked al around the house looking for Ian, I couldn't find him anywhere. He was probably out getting drunk again.
Why can't he just stay home with me one day?!Just one day of hanging on the couch watching Netflix together snuggled up?! One day of not getting beaten by an angry drunk Ian.
When he gets angry he hurts things,like my flowers, but it's not only my flowers anymore... now he hurts me too.
Every night he would come home at around 2 am.
Kicking his shoes of harshly and swearing loudly when he stumbled over them. I waited on him on the couch, It was better that way...he got really mad if I was asleep already. This way he still lets me sleep in my bed. When I did go to bed already he would drag me out of bed to the kitchen and punch me till I was unconscious. On the days I was smart enough to stay awake he would stumble into the living area mumbling some cuss words and he would get mad at me for practically anything. I tried to avoid him getting mad at me but he would find anything to be mad about, one day he even got mad about his shoes that he just kicked out, saying I should have put them away. I cried myself to sleep at around 4 am when he passed out.
In the morning he always apologized. He told me he loved me over and over again. I used to believe him, after a while I didn't anymore but I fooled myself to think he did love me...but not anymore. Not after all this time... How could he still love me when he beat me up every night for the past five years. But I couldn't leave him. My mum was gone, I had nobody else who loved me. Why would they? I'm just some broken boy. When I stayed with Ian I could at least pretend someone loved me....
A/N: So yeah :) that's the first chapter...
I really don't know if it's any good... I hope you understand what I tried to put down.
If u didn't let me know what I could do better or ask a question... I'll gladly answer it :)
Okay besties that's it for now... Feel free to comment and vote if u want to :)
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Xo Isis
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FanfictionHarry loves daffodils just like his mother did but when his mother died he lost all will in life. He holds on to the two things that used to make him happy: Ian, his boyfriend and daffodils. But when Ian started to drink a lot more he began beating...
