Sold For A Breath Mint and Werthers Caramel

Breath mint and Werthers caramel

I sigh. Waking up is so hard because I'm a teenager, and I'm sad. 

I tie my hair up in a messy bun, throwing on a hoodie I found on the ground. 

I stare at my mirror, "I really gotta take a shower." My hair is matted, I haven't showered in a week. I'm like a discord mod.

Or an overwatch player.

Or any gamer in general.

I sigh, hearing my name being called from downstairs. "I'm coming!" I call, throwing on my sweatpants as well. It smells like cat pee. Gross.

As I walk downstairs in my multimillion-dollar mansion, I start to ponder. "Wait... Aren't my parents at work right now?" My father works as a professional police man, as well as a detective. My mom just doesn't like my company. I hear my name being called again. "Uh- Polo??? Wait why am I-" 

"Ah! 'Ello, Luv!" I nearly shrieked.

"HARRY STYLES?!?!?!"

"Yes, dear. You were sold by your parents for a breath mint and some Werthers Caramel." "Aw... That isn't even the good type of caramel." I groaned, "What breath mint was it?" "Spearmint," Harry replied. I almost vomited. "GROSS-" I gagged. How could my parents sell me for the worst kind of caramel AND the worst kind of mint??? "I know, Luv. Werthers isn't my favorite either.  But, I'm always here to help out a child in need!" I stare, blankly at the man in front of me. This man.... Harry Styles... Was in my house??? "So... are you my dad now?" "Do you want me to be?" 

I think about it for a moment.

"Yes."