Latch (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

27. Lovely Chap

Olivia's POV

Anne stayed when mum left, asking me all the relevant details, blaming herself and trying to figure out if she could've seen this coming.

But hey, who can predict that a boy next door, a son, a first love, will up and leave for London, taking everything with him to chase his dream. The annoying most soul destroying thing is that if he had told me about this, I would've willingly gave him a song, I would've helped him. If he had done the rational thing, we would still be together. Instead he had to lie and cheat and ruin everything.

"Liv darling your eggs are ready." Anne called from our kitchen. Poor Anne, I have to remember that this is her only child, her only son who has left, it has to be hurting her too.

"Thank you." I tried to smile at the possible kindest person on earth. I didn't want to eat. I didn't want to do anything, though I know I'll have to. Anne sat opposite me with a solemn, sympathetic smile on her face as she watched me poke scrambled eggs about my plate.

"Olivia, do you think there's any chance..." She trailed off, I know what she ment though.

"I'm not pregnant." I said a little too sternly. That's impossible, absolutely impossible.

"You know, when I was pregnant with Harry it was a total shock. I was so unprepared but it's doable." She said, smiling fondly at the memories of Harry. All those memories that only now make me want too throw up. "Sorry love, I wasn't thinking." She realized her mistake and my discomfort.

"No, he's still your son. You'll always be his mother and that'll be it. You'll always be it for him." I tried to smile through the pain. "I just wasn't enough." I said quietly. I don't think she heard, and that's just fine. I don't want pity. I want him, even through all this. I'd give anything just to have him hold me.

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"Bye Anne. Thank you for keeping me company." I smiled and showed her out.

"Liv, I promise you I'll get him to apologize or explain or-"

"Anne, I'm sorry but I don't want to hear it. And if he wants to say it, he can do it off his own initiative." I sighed. We exchanged final goodbyes and she totted off down to her house.

I turned back into the empty house, me and the house both then. I feel so empty. Not to mention I'm psychically and mentally hurt and exhausted. I padded back up the stairs, significantly less happy then when I descended them only a few hours ago. How could he do this to me? Leave me here and take everything. He took everything.

But, did he really take everything? How can he take something he already has? He has had my heart for all our lives, we just didn't know it. He's been my love forever. But all he had to do was not crush my heart into a million pieces. But he's fucked that up.

I looked around my room. Everything here reminds me of him. I walked over and put my hand on the tossed and crinkled bedsheets that we lay under together. I ripped the sheets off, feeling a surge of rage coursing through me how could he do this after everything we've been through. After all the fights and the problems.

*Flashback*

"Fuck! Fuck!" I heard a screaming coming from the back of his house. I saw no car parked in the front drive so I just ran to the back garden.