'Take me to Chruch ' (L.S)

Take me to Church

This story is inspired by the song ofcorse 'Take me to chruch' . I am sorry if anything written in it offend anybody.  Most of the things in this story doesn't happen normally  (or at all) . And sorry for any typing or grammatical mistake.  I hope you like it :)

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My lover got a humour

He is a giggler at the funeral

Young boy,  who was staring at the chruch floor , chewing on his bottom lip and listening to the old priest quivering voice with somewhat grief and mind occupied with thoughts. Priest voice was echoing through the empty chruch as he spoke "We are gathered here at the lose of  James Jackson , responsible late father of two young angels  and loving late husband of Clara jackson . He will live in our hearts and will never be forgotten "

Between the priest voice and ocassional sniffing of people in the church, there was heard a giggle from the back. The young 17 year old boy with curly hair turned back,  eyes despirately trying to find the stoneheart person. There he saw poeple glaring at the brunette haired boy,  who was giggling and placing his hand on his mouth . The woman standing next to Harry , the curly haired boy , muttered about how disrespectful was that weird kid  and how God is gonna punish him.

Harry couldn't help himself and turned back again , trying to find that boy and when his eyes landed on him, he felt a strange tug at his heart. He found him strange,  surely disrespectful but weirdly brave .. brave for doing something that everyone else is afraid of doing. 

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"Harry.. honey wake up" Anne said, softly shaking a sleeping Harry . "It's time to get up , love" . Harry resisted a bit but smiled with his eyes still closed and yawned loudly.  "But mom I'm sleepy" He stretched his words like a whiny kid but got up nonetheless when Anne continued to push his hair back softly.  She smiled warmly at him before leaving the room and going down to the kitchen.  Harry went into the washroom and got fresh , wearing a black jeans and plain, pure white shirt , his cross necklace hanging around his neck and resting on his heart. 

"Thank you God for the food "  Styles family prayed in union before starting breakfast . A small dining table which was occupied by Anne Styles, her daughter Gemma styles and the baby of the house Harry styles . Soon Harry was ready to leave for school when Anne came from the kitchen,  wiping her hands with her apron and stood in front of Harry , fixing his fringe lovingly.  " Remember Harry, Always be careful, love , come back straight to house after school , don't go anywhere alone-"

"Take Niall with you where-ever you go  , Don't get in trouble with chruch people,  treat people with kindness . Mom I am seventeen! " Harry inturepted Anne and whined like a kid. Anne laughed softly and kissed his forehead.  "No matter how old you get , you'll always be my baby" . Harry gave her a wide smile , flashing his dimples and left the house . He turned back and saw Anne still lingering on the door , watching Harry going to his way to school and he yelled , raising his both hands in air " See! I am out of the house and still alive!"

Anne chuckled shaking her head and closed the door , mumbling something like " oh God , keep my son safe " .

Harry started walking along the poorly paved streets . He lived in a small conserved town , very religious,  very strict. The people of that town never think twice when it comes to punish the 'sinners' . If you live in that town,  you must be very religious and pure. Another thing, the town famous for was it's accidents. Like the one that occurred many years ago when Harry was merely a six year old lad.  When his father didn't come home one night,  later it was found that he was caught by the town's aggressive people who were keen to punish him because he was accused of theft. But no one ever knew if he really was guilty or not but why does it matter? It's not like who is dead gonna come back .