Resemblance (Harry Styles Version)

Chapter 1: February 13, 2016

Harry

I've grown so much. Abs hard, strong legs, define muscles. Along with that is dick being bigger than any dream cock you could ever wish.

My fingers tap at the keyboard, eyes reading the email on my computer about the financial needs of the business I'm working. I am the financial manager in Manx Enterprises, handling the revenues, incomes, taxes, funds, and all about anything when it comes to money. I love to care and deal about money, bringing the business to it's greatest. I've work here for almost a year and a half, starting at the bottom. But with great potentials and determinations, I've become the financial manager.

Against my will, my eyes landed on the calendar hanging on the wall of my office. The date today reminds me of the worst thing that happened to me, causing for my heart to punch against my chest, creating a much bigger hole in it. I glare at the calendar, hoping to extinguish it along with the pain I'm feeling.

Five years. Five years of grieving in pain. Five years of wishing that I could've change the past. It's hard to believe that this kind of pain actually exist. The burning consuming pain that hurts each day more than the prior. My mind wanders back to what happened, to the reason why I regret my life right now, to the reason why I lost my faith to anyone and anything.

My head hurts, shoulder, feet, abdomen, everything. But it can't compare to the emotional hurt I'm fucking enduring right now.

Physically, I'm a man who's most girls would want to fuck. Mentally, a man who's brightly intelligence with a fucked up head. And emotionally, a man with so much grieve it crushes him.

Much to my absolute relief, Dan step inside my office, interrupting me on the wanders of my thoughts. He is my boss and best friend. He smile his conniving smile, but the heavy sympathy behind his eyes is visible for me to see. He knows what happened. He knows why I've become this man. And I silently thanked him for not saying anything about what happened. He just greet me and sit on the couch across my desk.

I eye him carefully, trying to read what his purpose is. "What can I help you, Dan?" I ask.

His dark brows furrowed, dark blue eyes lowering to stare at me. He is a huge man, with fucked up head like mine. He's tall, but I'm taller for about three inches. His body is more define than mine, and he have the look that every women drool about. "I don't need anything. I just want you to come with me tonight. There's a new club in town, which I've heard a lot of great things, and I'd like to find out myself if this new club is impressive." He says, brow raising to convince me.

His offer instantly been rejected. I don't want drinks to ease the pain, at least not anymore. I want to go to the place where I usually go every time this day come, but I'm fucking one thousand miles away from where it is.

"C'mon Harry. You could use some shag." He smirk, but suddenly change his feature into something I don't want to read. "Stop sitting in here to mourn on the things you can't control. What happened is in out of your hand. You did everything in your best. And I understand everything you are feeling, but you have to stop and just live the rest of your life."

My eyes snap to his, turning into a slit. Yes, he knows what happened. But he doesn't have any idea what I'm feeling. It's not him who had to watch everything and can't do anything. He doesn't know how it feels to know that you've lost the only greatest thing you have. He doesn't have any idea how it feels to know that you can't do anything to change the past. He doesn't know how it feels to know that you don't have a reason to be happy anymore. He doesn't have any idea how it feels to know that you can't feel things you felt before after the incident that ruined your life. He doesn't have any idea how it feels that every time you fucking close your eyes there is always a nightmare ready to hunt you. He doesn't have any idea. So he doesn't understand. No one understand.