Harry's pov
Why am I going to another freacking host family?
I know they will kick my ass in 2 months or less, it's always the same. And I'm tired of that, with sixteen years old I think I'm old enough to take care of myself.
Maybe all this rejection was meant to be because it made me the boy I'm today. I'm strong and nothing really scares me anymore.
"Mr.Styles, are you ready to meet your new host family?" A lady of the court asked me with a big smile on her face. Even if she was smiling, she knows she'll be saying this to me again.
"I'm so happy, I can't stop shaking." I sarcastically said while I rolled my eyes at the female figure that seemed to be in her thirties.
After waiting 15 minutes on looking at every person in the court, a door rapidly opened showing the couple that was going to keep me just for a while.
"Hello Harry, we're Mr. and Mrs. Jackson but you can call us Kyle and Rose. It's a pleasure to meet you son." Kyle shook my hand and Rose gave me a kiss in both of my cheeks.
"We can't wait for you to see our daughter. She's a lovely girl, I think you're gonna like her and I hope you guys can be like brother and sister. She's always saying that she wants a sibling," He laughed. "She's fifteen, her name's Emily and I hope you guys can get along because maybe we could adopt you."
"Now, come with us, honey!" Mrs. Jackson ordered and I limited myself to follow her.
I remember that when I was little, my grandfather once told me. 'One day, you'll be just a memory, so make sure you're a good one'.
I always thought that I'd do that but look how things worked out. Maybe this time it could work out.
When we arrived at Mr. and Mrs. Jackson's house I couldn't stop looking to how big and modern the home was. It looked like those houses you would see on Teen Cribs.
"Harry," Mr. Jackson laughed as he whirled around to face me. "If you like the outside of the house, wait until you see inside." He winked his eye at me.
"Oh and to see your room, you'll have a room just for yourself!" Mrs. Jackson added.
"Hm, thanks," I hummed. "You didn't need to do that, I could sleep on the couch or something," I suggested.
"What? Are you crazy? Of course not. You'll have your own room and I want you to enjoy it as much as you can." Mrs. Jackson started looking at me with the biggest smile I've ever seen in my whole life.
They were rich people but not those type of rich people that likes to grab and be all fancy, selfish and heartless. They were the opposite of that and for god's sake, they were being kind to me.
In the other host families, I've been, in the first minute that they saw me, they acted heartlessly always like "we just have to take him for a while right?" They looked at me as if I was some kind of serial killer but this couple was being kind and they are having hope for me and that's all that matters now.
This is probably too short arg Ahah, I hope I'll improve my writing ;) hope u liked it ;) I THINK that in the last chapters I've been improving tho
PLEASE GIVE ME AN OPPORTUNITY AND read the rest :/ ilyasm