My dearest // a Larry Stylinson fan fiction

Chapter 12: Apologies are Never Gonna Fix This

Harry woke up in a sweat and could feel his head pounding. He felt gross and his face felt sticky and stiff from the tears he had shed the night before. His face felt heavy and he could feel his stomach still doing flips.

He sat up in his bed and stretched his arms up above his head and yawned.

After about five minutes of staring at the ceiling off he decided that he should probably get up.

He pulled back his blanket and felt the cool air hit his bare abdomen and legs, he shivered.

He stood up and looked into his long black mirror that was placed by his door. His hair was all messy and it looked like it had been brushed through, causing it to frizz. He ruffled his hair and frowned at how bad he looked. His eyes were bloodshot and all swollen, making it hard to blink and his under eyes were tinted a dark purple. He had red lines coming down from his eyes, he assumed they were from how much he had cried last night. His eyelashes were hardly visible and it made his face look odd.

He could see how much pain he was in and that just made him hurt even more.

He slowly made his way, not completely sure how he had got home last night considering he had passed out at the park last night. He had a feeling Louis drove him home but he kind of hoped he hadn't because if he did it would mean that his mom and sister would be drilling him with questions about what had happened and he honestly didn't want to explain the whole thing because thinking about it and hearing the words that hurt him would just make it even worse.

Just as he reached the kitchen he could hear his mom talking to someone on the phone.

"Please sweetheart there's no need for the tears.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows and tried to listen to what the voice on the other end was saying but he couldn't hear anything.

"No honey I promise everything will be alright, I'm sure he just needs some time to breathe and to think about everything"

There was a moment of silence since the other voice was talking, all Harry could hear was a muffled voice of a male.

"Of course darling, I'll make sure to tell him you said that."

Harry only knew two guys that his mom called darling -two that had her number- Louis and Liam.

"Alright dear you too, see you soon"

As soon as Harry heard his mom hang up he emerged into the kitchen, trying to look like he hadn't been eavesdropping on her conversation.

Anne turned around from the sink where she was washing dishes and gave Harry a small smile.

Harry knew right away that she was going to bring up last night.

"Morning sweetheart" she said as she Harry walked over to the cupboard next to where she was standing to grab a cup. She gave Harry a kiss on the cheek, Harry leaning into her side and hugging her gently.

Anne pointed towards the island at a plate with toast and a cup already filled with orange juice. Harry put the cup back that he had just grabbed and then waddled over to the island and sat down on the stool.

"It's cold" he whined as he took a bite of his toast. Anne looked at him with sympathy in her eyes. She removed the plate from the boy and tossed the piece of toast out and placed the dish in the sink. "Want me to make you anything special?" she asked with a soft smile. "No. Why would I want that?" Harry said in a harsh tone, which he didn't realize until he said it. "Sorry" he said shyly, looking down at the floor. "Harry, darling it's alright. I know you had a tough night and I don't expect for you to tell me everything that happened but I just want you to know that I'm here for you." she said smiling.