echo. | larry stylinson.

Chapter One - Rainy Weather.

If youâre not reading this for the first time, then read this A/N.

I edited this book because I had many grammar and spelling errors in it. You could say I'm in the process of rewriting it but everything stays the same. I didnât edit the happening. (:

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Harryâs POV:

It rained a lot this afternoon; hundreds of raindrops ran down my window glass and blurred the vision so I couldnât look outside. It wasnât like I had to; I knew exactly how it looked. The streets probably were flooded, the trees were swinging in the rain and people carried umbrellas with them to stay dry.

Thunder and lightning took turns so my room was enlightened by a bright light from time to time while I heard the rain drumming on the roof above me.

I took my iPod, put my headphones into my ears and clicked on the first song that was on my playlist and a second later Jason Walker filled my ears. I loved his songs; I always did because they were so relatable. It almost felt like he was singing about me.

The weather outside matched my mood. Bad, horrible, shitty, you can choose.

I was laying on my bed all day, thinking about how my life went down the drain. A sad sigh escaped my lips and my mind stopped for a few minutes while I listened to the music streaming out of my headphones.

âHello, hello
Anybody out there? Cause I don't hear a sound
Alone, alone
I don't really know where the world is but I miss it now

I'm out on the edge and I'm screaming my name
Like a fool at the top of my lungs
Sometimes when I close my eyes I pretend I'm alright
But it's never enough

Cause my echo, echo
Is the only voice coming back
Shadow, shadow
Is the only friend that I have

Listen, listen
I would take a whisper if that's all you had to give
But it isn't, is it?
You could come and save me and try to chase the crazy right out of my head

I'm out on the edge and I'm screaming my name
Like a fool at the top of my lungs
Sometimes when I close my eyes I pretend I'm alright
But it's never enough

Cause my echo, echo
Is the only voice coming back
Shadow, shadow
Is the only friend that I have

I don't wanna be an island
I just wanna feel alive and
Get to see your face again

I don't wanna be island
I just wanna feel alive and
Get to see your face again

But 'til then
Just my echo, my shadow
You're my only friend and I'm

I'm out on the edge and I'm screaming my name
Like a fool at the top of my lungs
Sometimes when I close my eyes I pretend I'm alright
But it's never enough

Cause my echo, echo
Oh my shadow, shadow

Hello, hello
Anybody out there? â

I turned my head as the next song started to play and looked outside. I wondered when the rain would stop; it had been raining for about three days without stop. British weather wasnât really something that was promotable.

I put the iPod beside, stood up and walked downstairs where my mother was sitting at the kitchen table. In front of here were piles of exams from her history class that she had to correct. She had her head rested on her arm and a frustrated sigh escaped her lips.

âIs the class bad?â I asked her while I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. My mum looked up and smiled at me.

âI didnât hear you enter the room, Harry,â she said, and then nodded. âWorst class I had in years. If they donât get better soon Iâm afraid they all fail the course.â

I nodded, not knowing what to say and then walked into the hallway again. I opened the front door to check if the streets were really flooded as I saw a moving van parking in front of the house across of the street. 

A few people in overalls carried furniture into the house and I raised an eyebrow. It was mental to move when the weather was that bad. And then I started to wonder.

Who were the new neighbors? And why did they move here?

Before I could ask myself more questions a woman in her mid-fortyâs left the house, followed by a boy who looked like he was my age. He looked a bit annoyed as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

But god, he looked gorgeous.