Angel (H.S AU)

Chapter Twenty-Two

Harry's P.O.V

I grab my phone and check the time. 2 a.m. Fuck, why can't I sleep? This is the first night out of the clinic and I honestly thought Id sleep better than I have ever before but I just can't fall asleep. I look over at Alexa lying peacefullly beside me. I am so increidbly lucky to have met her, who knows what my life would be like if it weren't for her.

I pull the covers off carefully and get changed. I need to get out for a bit. I'll go have a drink, then maybe I will be able to sleep when I come home. I quietly leave Alexa's house, hoping not to wake anybody, and head to the closest bar I know of. I take a seat and order a drink, hoping I don't see anyone I know here. When I am handed the drink I quickly take it, enjoying the burn that it gives my throat. All I can think about is my life and how incredibly messed up it is, all because of what I let my life become when I was younger.

"You're never going to find someone who loves me you, Harry! You're a mess up, you've ruiuned your life." My mother says, staring at me in disgust after I've come home drunk, yet again. "Do you think I fucking care? I don't want someone to love me!" She walks over to me, slapping me across the cheek. I flinch, but I don't react. I don't want her to think that I actually care if she hits me, even though I do. "You're disgusting. Get out of my house." My dad comes down stairs, "What's going on?" He looks at me mother and then to me, "He's come home drunk, again. Get him out of our house." He approaches me and grabs my arm, pulling me to the front door, throwing me outside. I fall to the ground, but stand up, once again not wanting my parents to think that their abuse is actually hurting me. "Fuck you both! Parents are supposed to look after their children, you know that? I fucking hate you both."

By the time I leave the bar I have had way too many drinks to be calm, and all I can now think about is how much I hate my parents for everything they did to me. I hate them for abusing me, I hate them for putting me in a mental clinic, I hate them for pretending like they cared about me while I was in the clinic and I hate them for now kicking me out of their home once again. Their house is close by to here, so in my not clear state I end up walking to their house to tell them how I really feel. I walk up to the front door and knock loudly until they answer. I am aware of the fact that it's now almost 3 in the morning, but I could not give a shit. They deserve this. My dad comes to the door, opening it, with an angry look on his face. He stares at me for a few minutes, and my mom shows up behind him, "Who is it?" She says.

Before I can stop myself, my fist is connected to his face, and the next minute he's lying on the ground, blood escaping from his nose. My mother looks at me in rage, a look I've seen before. Everything is a blur, but all I can see is my father lying on the ground either unconscious or dead, I don't know which one I'd prefer. I hear my mom call the police and ambulance, and I know I should run, but I can't. My feet won't move and before I know it the sirens are getting closer and closer. "What do you think you're doing Harry?! Why are you here?!" I look up at her, "You both deserve this. This is payback for every time you hit me."

Without thinking, I grab her car keys and run to her car, driving away. I know I'm being absolutely fucking insane and I should not be doing this, but I'm hoping I can get away quick enough and avoid the punishment that I'd recieve if I let the police take me. I drive well over the speed limit on roads which lead who knows where. As long as I'm getting away.

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Alexa's P.O.V

I am woken my phone ringing at 4 in the morning. I look next to me and notice that Harry is gone, and my heart drops. I grab my phone and answer it, without checking who's calling. Please be okay, Harry.

"Hello?"

I hear quick breathing on the other end. "It's Natalie, you need to come to the hospital, now."

I can tell by the tone of her voice that something is definitely wrong. "Natalie what's going on?"

"Come quick." She hangs up, leaving me with a very fastly beating heart. I rush out of bed and put on some clothes and run to my car, driving to the hospital. Where did Harry go? When did he leave? What was he doing? I quickly park in the hospital carpark and rush inside. I see Natalie and run over to her. She grabs my hand and takes me to the emergency room, where I see Harry lying on a bed, his face and body bloody. I walk over to him, fighting the urge to look away. He turns to me, and can barely keep his eyes open. "I'm so sorry, Alexa. I'm so sorry. I love you." I hold his hand and close my eyes, not wanting him to see me cry right now. "It's okay, Harry. I love you." I turn to the nurse, "Is there anything severe?" She shakes her head, "No broken bones, a few minor burns and cuts. There's nothing serious that we can see yet." I thank her, and let out a sigh of relief that Harry is phsyically okay, but I know that mentally, Harry is going to be worse than ever before.

The nurse asks me to leave not long after arriving, so Natalie and I go out to the waiting room. "What happened?" I ask. "He was drunk, he went to his parents house and hit his dad and then he stole his mums car and was speeding then ran into a tree. He's lucky to be alive." I sigh, this could not be worse. "Does this mean he has to go back to the clinic?" She shakes her head, "His parents signed him out, he'll only go back if he wants to. We were speaking to a police officer, and he's not being charged either, due to his situation." She holds my hand, "Things could've been a lot worse. I still don't know how he's alive and not going to jail, Alexa. Be very thankful." She gives me a hug, "I have to go, call me any time okay?" I nod, "I will. Thank you, so much."