This story is too much to explain in one paragraph, but you can still read my attempt of a summary.
16 year old Harold Matthews is a young Harry Styles look alike that lives in England and always gets the girl he wants, but not for long. After a huge fight between his parents that causes them to split up and motivates Harry's father to move himself and Harry to move to Orlando, Harry falls in love with the girl of his dreams, Jasmine. But, Jasmine has an abusive boyfriend and someone is jealous of Harry and Jasmine's relationship so they desperately try to split them up, anonymously. Wanna know more? READ TO FIND OUT YOU LAZY BUM!!!!! jk but seriously you should read this.
And btw there is some harsh language and sexual chizz that I thought I should warn you about before you start reading even though every other Movella has the same type of content. Sorry that the cover page isn't so attractive. But anyway, I hope you enjoy.


1. Big News

Harry's P.O.V

Hey journal, it's me, Harold Matthews, but you can call me Harry. I'm 16 years old, 5 feet 10 inches (I know I'm tall), blue eyes, double dimples, and I'm from Homes Chapel, England and I'm there right now. I'm always told that I look like Harry Styles from One Direction. I try to take it as a compliment considering that One Direction is known as "hot".

Anyway, my father came home with more phone numbers from women at his job, again, and my mum isn't so happy about it, again. That adds up to them fighting for the 3rd time since Friday. The crazy part about that is that it's Saturday night right now. So to tune my parents out, I put on my headphones, listened to music, and layed on my bed, lightly singing along to the music.

I'm a good singer, but I don't really care. If I pursued the music industry, then I would just be known as the kid that looks just like Harry Styles. I play drums, guitar, and a little piano only because it's hard. I'm also a pretty good athlete. I play in this American sports program that's just down the street from my house. I play QB for the football team and I'm captain.

My music was interrupted by a loud slam of the front door followed by a mini earthquake that was probably caused by my mum "leaving", again. My dad opened my bedroom door. I took off my headphones.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

He just shook his head walking towards me. He sat next to me on bed, let out a loud huff, and looked me in the eyes. His eyes told the whole story.

My dad and I have that kind of connection. I could tell how he felt, or what happened, or what he was thinking just by his actions or eyes. My father and I are almost the exact same and it's creepy, but it's helpful in some situations like the one that's happening right now.His eyes told me that she really left this time and she's not coming back.He was far from thrilled about it.

My dad is an extremely cool guy, but my mum...not so much. She would easily get extremely jealous for no good reason. Once, my dad said thank you to some lady and she said have a nice day and my mum butted into the conversation and said don't tell me what to do. After that, my dad warned my mum about her jealousy and mum did not like being told what to do. And that was my parents' first fight.

"Pack your bags, Harry. We're moving." he said, already on his way out the door.


"Orlando, Florida. We're leaving tomorrow at noon." he said, walking out of the door before I could ask him why.

I sat on my bed, processing everything that happened in the last 10 minutes. To summarize, I'm moving to a new country tomorrow. 

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