More Than This ••H.S.

Authors note/Preview

Hey there!

My name is T and I will be your captain on this ship.

Lame.

Let me start over...

Sighs

Okay. So I'm the author of this here story.

Everything in this story is from me and me only.

This is a Harry Styles fanfic, but you don't really have to like him to like this story.

There are 2 main characters right now, Harry and Grace. I picture Grace as Adriana Lima, but you can picture her as whoever. Harry is obviously Harry.

I have no idea about my updating schedule because this is brand new.

Please ask anything and comment and vote and all that jazz.

Let me know if you like it! If it does well, I have about 6 other stories I would like to write and have ideas for already.

Also, grammar nazis.... I'm doing this on a phone an may get auto corrected a lot and it may not be perfect. I'll edit as much as possible. Also I have no idea how to use this except to read, so bear with me .

Thankssss and enjoy!
-T

Here is a preview to enjoy before I post the 1st chapter....

August 2015

HIM

"Harry!" I hear Michelle yelling again, I've been ignoring her for at least 10 minutes. I expect her to be walking in the door any minute to bitch at me properly.

I bury myself deeper in the covers of my California king, snuggling deeper to find what's left of the warmth. I was up again last night, like just about every night, with nightmares. Well, actually just one... thats repeats over and over again.

I shake my head violently, as if that would expel them from my mind. It fucking doesn't. I think I'll stay in bed all day and-

"HARRY!" She shreiks as the bedroom door bursts open, slamming against the wall and taking out a picture frame. "I have been calling you, why the fuck haven't you answered me?!" She stands there with her hands on her bony hips I used to love slamming into everynight. Now, they just discust me... like everything else about this wretched bitch.

"Umm... hello? Are you fucking listening to me at all?!" Ugh, that fucking voice. Nails on a chalkboard would be Beethoven, compared to this noise coming from her face hole... that sounds like a dying cat if I'm honest. I guess I stared a little too long without an answer.

"Yes, Christ woman I heard you." I mumble from underneath my cocoon.

"Well get up! Don't you have like a job or something? Why are you still in bed? It's 9am on a Friday, and I already ran all my errands, got breakfast, and come home to find you still in bed-"

Fucking Christ.

"Shut up would you! For fucksakes woman you never shut up!" I cut her off by snapping at her.

The shocked look on her beautiful fair skinned face almost makes me feel bad. The sadness in her beautiful light blue pools to her soul almost make me feel bad. Almost.

Until I remember behind those pool is no soul at all, but a dark, empty space where hers should be.

Her expression changes so quickly from shock to anger, and before I have time to react, she if flying across the room to land a hard slap across my left cheek. I wish I could say it was the first time.

I'm stunned for a moment and fall backwards on to the bed, catching myself to lean on my elbow. It stings. It hurts. It always does. Everything she does always hurts.

I cradle my face in my hands and fight back the tears threatening to spill. I squeeze my eyes shut, and pray that when I open them it will all be a dream. I'll be sitting at the table drinking tea with my mum, and eating the horrid biscuits she would make for me. I would pretend I would like them and ask for seconds, because it made her so happy that I liked her cooking. I loved my mum but she was a terrible cook.

But unfortunately, I wasn't with my mum in my childhood home drinking tea. As I was harshly reminded by a bony hand suddenly gripping around my bicep, and I was pulled into a familiar, yet unwelcome, clothed chest.

The familiar scents of coffee, cigarettes and expensive French perfume that frankly smelled quite like toilet bowl water, engulfed my senses. I immediately feel nauseous.

She begins stroking my hair, whispering 'I'm sorry's and 'i love you's... and I don't pull away. Because I cant. Because I absolutely fucking can't and I hate myself for it. Suddenly I'm jerked upwards with a bony, witch like finger digging into my chin, forcing it up for examination. "It's not bad." She said, mostly to herself, with no emotion whatsoever. "You'll be fine." With that she stood and walked to be bathroom. Minutes later I hear the shower turn on.

I sat there cradling my face again, forcing back the tears... again.

This was the woman I 'loved'. The only one I have ever loved.

This was the woman I courted, the woman I proposed to with my grandmothers ring. The woman I married.

The woman I planned my entire future with... planned to have children with...

And for many reasons, most of which are out of my control, this is the woman I am stuck with.

Forever. For fucking ever.

And there's nothing I can do about it.

****A/N*****

Okay, So I'm sorry it is so short. Chapter 1 will be up within a few days.
Also the POV' s will be in HIM and HER.

HIM- Harry
HER- Grace

This takes place over many years so I will be putting dates in every chapter so you understand.

C

hapters will be much longer and better and yeah.

Sorry it's not perfect.

Comment, vote, ask questions?

All that fun stuff.

Stay real
-T