"You told me you only foster girls," I protested, shaking my head in worry. "Mam, please- no-"
"I'm sure you'll get along fine with him," She ushered to me with a reassuring smile. "He is your age, afterall."
I almost choked on the air I was breathing after that one sentence. Were they being serious? This boy was going to be living with us? Did they realise how totally inappropriate that actually was?
"Dad, you're okay with this?"
"Of course I am. It's not like he'll try anything, he needs support right now." Dad answered simply. I must've been the only sane person in this family to think that this was actually not normal for someone my age to live with me.
"He's been through a lot these past couple of months," my mam said calmly, looking at me for some kind of sympathy for him; I didn't have any. "Harley, his father died of a heart attack right in front of him."
I frowned at her not so very nice words. That must've been terrible, but I was still against him moving in with us. He's way too old, anyways. "Why can't they put him in a hostel? He's legally an adult."
"Well, that's what we asked the woman on the phone," She rambled on, always having an answer for everthing. "They won't have an opening at a hostel in his area for another six months. So, right now he's in foster care, temporary."
"Can't he stay somewhere else?" I tried to reason with my very delusional parents, but they didn't seem to buy anything that I was saying.
"C'mon, Harley! Show a little sympathy for the boy!" dad yelled in disappointment, causing me to jump a little at his very loud and stern tone. "After his father died his family disowned him. That's why he can't stay anywhere else!"
"They must've disowned him for a reason, father." I answered bitterly, rolling my eyes at him in frustration.
"He was friends with the wrong crowd, and they had a bad influence on him," Mam chirped in, rather quietly if I may say. "His family couldn't take him anymore."
"What do you mean, 'the wrong crowd'?" I asked suspiciously, becoming more aware of his 'life story'. My mother's face softened a little at my question.
"I don't know, I didn't ask." She blatantly lied to my face. I knew that she knew, it was so obvious. I bet he was some kind of drug addict.
"I bet he's a sinner, mam." I whispered, staring at her intently. "You know how God feels about sinners."
She rolled her eyes at me as I tried to make her see why this was a bad idea. Obviously, she didn't see my side to this. "Harley, God hates the sin, not the sinners."
"And I'm sure he'll continue to sin while he lives with us-"
"If you really don't want him to live here then we won't make you go through this, I can call the FCA right now and tell them we've changed our minds-"
"Great, do that!" I yelled with a sigh in relief. Finally, things were going my way. That boy will be fine without us, anyways.
"We're disappointed in you, Harley. That boy really needed a home," father sighed at me in anger. "Just remember that God sees everything. And today, he saw you not helping someone in desperate need."
"You're going to use that against me? Really?" I moaned with a sigh, looking down in bewilderment.
"I am. You haven't met the boy yet, you might get along with him." He smiled at me in persuasion, increasing his grin as my stare caught his.
"Just see how he is," he murmured to me softly. "And if he causes trouble, then we can phone the FCA and tell them it's not working out."
I stared down in hesitation, running my hands through my hair in frustration. "I-I don't know, dad-"
"Come on, Harley. This person needs a family," Mam managed to find her way back into conversation as she gave me a reassuring smile. "It's only for six months, please help this boy."
I stared down at my lap hesitantly, questioning myself on what I should do. It's a big risk because he was a stranger and he was my age. But like my dad said, God would want me to help one another as he have helped us.
"How long does it take until he moves here?" I asked with a straight face, and my parents' faces lit up at my approval.
"Seeming as it is urgent, probably a couple of weeks." Mam said excitedly, and I gave her a fake smile.
"And you promise that if he causes trouble then-"
"He'll go straight back to England." Dad finished my sentence.
"England?" I asked in surprise. "Where in England?"
"Cheshire." Mum anwered with a smile.
"That's like a three hour drive away, oh my God-"
"Don't take the Lord's name in vain." Mother quickly snapped, and I jumped a little at her strict tone.
"Sorry, I wasn't thinking." I mumbled to myself with a bewildered frown.
"It's okay, darling. Let's just eat dinner before it goes cold." She smiled at me, like nothing ever happened.
"Wait- remember to say Grace." Dad reminded, and I almost took the Lord's name in vain once again but soon managed to stop myself.
The three of us held hands tenderly, silence in the room as no one spoke. "Harley, do you want to say grace?" Father asked me quietly.
I let out a light coughh before speaking. "Thank you Heavenly Father for this food..." I trailed off, desperately trying to think of more things to say aloud. "May it provide nourishment to our bodies and may we always have some to share, Amen."
We soon started eating our way through the bowls of pasta, but there was still something on my mind. I just felt so confused about this boy who I was going to be seeing for six months straight. I needed to know more about him. Afterall, I didn't even know his name.
"What his name, mam?" I asked quietly. "The boy who's moving in with us?"
She stared at me blankly, as if she had completely forgotten. But her eyes soon lit up as the answer came to her.
"Harry... I think..." She murmured. "Harry Styles."
Can I just say that I've read a lot of the comments and people are asking me to make her less religious. Well, her religion is part of the story so if you don't like it then don't read it. Please don't ask me to change it
This is coming from me one year after writing these chapters: In this book I mention asexuals, and I have noticed that I've made a complete mockery out of asexuality, and that was just me being ignorant and having no idea that it was actually real, (I genuinely thought I made it up in this book). Now knowing that it is very real, use the next couple of chapters as an example of how NOT to describe asexual people- it is so much more complex (and less offensive) than what I've written. I'm very sorry.
So, this is kind of the story line. Because some people were a little confused about the plot etc. but basically Harry is going to be her foster brother and stuff
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Harley Thomas; an anxiously wrecked Christian who thrives on judging those who sin. Harry Styles; an emotionally wrecked Atheist who thrives on sinning.