365 Letters To You || Larry Stylinson

|Chap. 4|

🎀{A.N: Thanks to @ApplePaws for creating the new cover for me. I love it.👌}🎀

💫|HARRY'S POV|💫

January 8, 4:05 p.m.

"Maybe I should go in with you," Louis offers. I shake my head.

We're sat in his mum's car in front of the house I used to call home. I have to see if my mother is alright. I don't want her to think I just thought only of myself. I want her to be safe just like I am.

"No, it's fine. Just stay in here. I won't take long, I'm just gonna see if she's okay and then I'll be right back," I tell Louis. Although that is what I plan to do, I don't want him in there just in case Jack starts something. I don't want Louis to get hurt.

Louis nodded and I let out a sigh, opening the car door. I got out of the car and closed the door, walking up the steps of my old house. I twisted the knob gently, opening the door and walked inside. I close the door behind me as I look around the place. It's dirty and there's glass everywhere as usual. Every sign possible that they were fighting again. I sigh again as I walk around from the living room to the kitchen. It's quiet and no one is around.

I turn and look up the stairs where my mother's room is located, a frown automatically spreads to my face when I see Jack coming down the steps. His old boots dragging the monster down. He grumbles and lifts his head, seeing me.

"Kid, what the hell are you doing here?" He almost shouts, his boots louder and more forceful as he walks back down.

"You think that you can just leave this house without permission?"

"Where's my mother?" I say, ignoring his ignorance. He laughs and I roll my eyes and move to push past him and run upstairs, but he puts his hand against my chest, pushing me back. My heart starts pounding as he slowly walks up to me. I move backwards as he approaches me. A whimper falls from my lips when my back hits the wall. Jack smirks and snarls at me as he pins me in place.

"I've missed you, Son," He whispers. I cringe and turn my head, squeezing my eyes shut. My heart feels like it's going to burst out of my chest. He presses his mouth to my ear and I can smell the heavy alcohol lingering on his breath.

"You missed your daddy, love?" He grunts in my ear. I feel his hand trace up my thigh and I let out a whine.

"Stop it." I whisper, moving his hand away from me. I can't take this anymore. He's most likely already drunk and I am not gonna take being his victim anymore.

"Don't you miss your daddy?" He says again, sliding his hand up my shirt. His rough, cold, and clammy hand slides across the skin of my abdomen and make me shiver. I let out a grunt and move his hand away from me again.

"You're not, my fucking dad!" I scream, shoving him off of me, letting out a breath that I didn't know I had been holding. My breathing is heavy and I glance up at the man who abused me.

"You bitch!" He shouts. Before he could make his way back to me, I dash for the stairs and try to run up the steps. As I try to scramble up each step, I feel a grip on my ankle and then I'm being yanked down the stairs. I yell out as my mouth and nose hits against the steps. I turn over and see him glaring at me and his grip on my ankle tightens.

"Let me go!" I scream at him, kicking my feet. I can feel the blood running down my nose and he yanks my leg again. A groan falls from my lips and I use my free foot and kick him in the chest, his hold on my ankle gone as he tramples backward and falls with a shout. Each time I see this man, something just has to happen. I feel like I've fought more than the average person. I've lost count of the brawls I've found myself in with Jack.