Fourteen and Fool [ZIANOURRY- Harry centric] (Menxboy)

Chapter i

Loneliness is dangerous. It's addicting. Once you see how peaceful it is, you don't wanna deal with people. Des Styles knew he had done the wrong thing when he decided to homeschool his son but he had no other choice what else to do with his son. Harry had completely shut himself down from the world ever since the car accident that resulted his mum dying. Luckily, he lived -his mum had shielded him from the collision. It was his 8th birthday and they were driving to this restaurant where his father had reserved and was waiting for them, but they never arrived to their destination. Instead, when he woke up he was in the hospital bed with his father on other side of the bed.

The doctors said he was somehow alright, he's not injured - nothing's broken. But they are all wrong because everything is broken. Harry is broken. And Des knew it too but he chose not to say anything at that moment cuz he himself doesn't know how to comfort his son when he himself is just one second from crying.

But that was years ago...Harry is fourteen now.

"C'mon son, everybody is up by now except YOU." Des took the covers from his son who grumbled from being awaken and slides his curtains to let the sunrise in. He smiled when he saw Harry pouting and rubbing his eyes like a baby. Well, he is his big baby. "Take a shower and I want you in the kitchen before I finish fixing your breakfast!" He ordered.

"But daaaaad, it's six in the morning." Harry whined.

"It's 9 am Harry. Now, get up!" Des ordered again, only now it's strictly said. He got out of his room before Harry could protest even more.

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Harry didn't know it was Saturday until his father pointed the calendar to him when he asked what time will he be getting his schoolworks. He should really start putting at least one calendar in his room before he forgets what year it is. Harry loves his father, he loves to annoy him and he loves to whine at him cuz he knows Des couldn't resist his whining. He's a spoiled brat except he's not. He is homeschooled and he has no friends. His father kept introducing him to other kids in the neighbourhood but he will just shyly smile at them and not talk at all until they get bored at him. He doesn't know how to start a conversation nor a funny person to talk with. His father would ask him what happened but he would just shrug like nothing happened.

"Dad, I want that pancake in your plate, mine's too fluffy!" Harry said poking his fork at his 'fluffy' pancake.

"What!?" Des asked in disbelief then rolled his eyes at Harry's ridiculousness but still exchanged their plates regardless.
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After the breakfast, Des asked Harry to kindly kindly not go back to his room and wait for him on the sala which earned another whine of the day from Harry and stomping of his foot. But Des gave him a look that made his son obey.

After a minute, Des ushered him outside surprising him with a yellow bike. Harry furrowed his brow at his dad looking at him like he have grown two heads. "Dad, y'know I don't know how to ride a bike."

"I know and today you will learn." Des said firmly and handed Harry a phone.

"What's this?" Harry asked grumpily.

"A phone!" Des responded as a matter of fact, "I bought it yesterday for you."

"I know what a phone is! I meant what for? I don't need it."

"Yes you do. Now go explore the neighborhood?" Des incouraged motioning to the bike.

"What? No way. What if I get lost? What if I fall?"

"Oh no Harrypie, you will not. Don't be such a baby. That exactly why the word 'practice' was invented." Des said smirking at his grumpy son quoting the word practice.

"Dad, how many times have I told you not to call me that!" Harry yelled annoyingly and pouted even more when his dad just laughed at him.

"Call you what?!" Des asked teasingly.

"Harrypie."

"Oh but your my Harrypie."

"Ew. Urggghh.." Harry grunted annoyed at his dad for being a sap but thanked him anyway before going off with the bike.

And he had no idea where to go. He wants to go somewhere deserted so know one would see him practicing how to ride a bike. He's fourteen for crying out loud, even a four year old kid knows how to to ride a bike yet he didn't and he doesn't want anyone to see his fall, he'll be embarrassed beyond belief.

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Harry was hitting the pedal desperately trying to balance his bike but it does him no justice when he lost his balance and fell off. His trying his best to blink away the tears that are threatening to stream down his pale face. He's annoyed cuz his knee is bleeding, his palm and butt hurts and to top it all, he's in the middle of a freakin empty rough road and the temperature is as high as the sun. And his thirsty.
His father gave him a bottle of water before he left but drank it already and wasting some of it, having it spilled while drinking cuz Harry Styles is clumsy as fuck.

Then like 10 minutes later on sitting on the ground looking so pitiful, he saw a car coming its way, his mind is battling whether to ask for help or let his shyness eat him out and just let the car pass. Lucky he didn't need to since the car stopped. So did Harry. He was about to say something when he saw who was inside the car. He stopped and blushed because there he was feeling all helpless on the ground while four men stared at him. Not just one, four handsome men staring at him.

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Liam who was driving immediately hopped out of his car with Louis who reacted at the situation. The four men was in daze when they saw that there is indeed a kid on the road but what shocked them more is how beautiful the kid is. Niall on the other hand couldn't stop staring at the kid, shit he feels like a fucking pedo right now for being attracted to a boy and now surprisingly like there's some kind of alternate universe making a mocking twist blast, Zayn is not into blokes but he wouldn't deny the attraction he felt with the 'kid' and to say that he's speechless is understatement, just seeing those brown curly locks seated on the boy's head, his pale skin and gorgeous gorgeous emerald eyes that had put the nature in shame and those lips. Fuck. Those fucking lips. Those sinful lips he want to assault with his own.

Liam and Louis helped the kid into the car who was whimpering from the pain. And if his whimper did not come out like a moan, their dicks didn't twitch in excitement, not really.

"Is it okay if we bring you to my place to have first-aid for this?" Niall asked the kid motioning to his wound on the knee.

Harry should say no and tell them to bring him to his father's office or bring him home but the ache in his knee and the fact that these handsome men seems kind enough to help him gave him other thoughts. "O-okay." Harry stuttered.

"It's okay, we won't hurt you. We're here to help. What's your name buddy?" Liam said assuringly when he saw the worried face of the kid.

"Harry" Harry answered and blushed even more when Louis tucked his curly hair under his ear.

They took Harry's broken bike on the back of the car and drove to Niall's place. When they arrived there Harry's jaw dropped, "this is your house? It's big." Harry asked in surprise but bit his lip immediately in embarrassment, he didn't mean to speak out his thoughts.

"Yeah, " Niall chuckled in amusement at Harry. Niall didn't know it's possible till now to get attracted to a boy. He's a still a boy, they're sure of it, maybe a growing teen but still a kid regardless. And to make it more impossible is that he knows the other lads feel the same. He saw how they eyed the kid and if Louis' smirk and Zayn's lip bite when Harry moaned in pain is not something out of attraction and lust then he doesn't know what else to call it. They're not that kind to offer a kid some help who happens to be very beautiful without getting something in return.

Of course.