New Beginnings [Harry Styles FanFiction]

All Evil Comes Together

This chapter was really depressing to write -_- hope you enjoy it anyway. You'll probably cry because it's so badly written and not because it's a sad chapter but okay.

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Okay okay okay, here we go. This chapter is dedicated to my grandad's, who have both passed away, I love them, even though I've never met one of them. 

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“Mum?”

I ran and sat next to her.

“Your granddad is dead.” She said, looking up at me with her red and flustered face.

It felt as if I had just run straight into a brick wall.

“The nurse called. An hour ago he flat lined. Just when I thought he was getting better, just when I had some hope-“ She said , her voice trailing off, she burst into tears.

I rubbed her back, and I bit my lip in an unsuccessful attempt to hold back the tears. Gramps was like my father. When dad left, I looked to him for support, he was always there for me, even when he fell ill.

My chest collapsed and each breath was getting harder.

The news about Harry hadn’t escaped my mind, and it became clearer and clearer that I would not be able to go and see his audition tomorrow. How was I supposed to tell him? Gramps was like harry’s dad as well. I couldn’t ruin his audition by telling him about granddad. Then harry would never fulfil his dream, and I would be the one to blame.

I cradled my mum in my arms, like she had done with me, when I was small.

Then my little sister came in. She was only 9 now.

“Annie, go back to sleep baby” I said, wiping my eyes.

How was I supposed to tell her? She had never known dad and Gramps was the only father-figure she’d ever had in her life.

I took her hand and led her upstairs to her room, I sat her down on her bed and took a very courageous breath. I told her.

The look on her face was something I would never be able to forget. She didn’t look upset, she looked angry. Angry at me. She started to scream.

And then she began kicking me.

I stayed calm.

“Annie, this is the last thing mum needs right now. You aren’t the only one hurting”

“I don’t care about mum”

“DON’T YOU DARE SAY THAT EVER AGAIN” I raised my voice, and began to scream

“I HATE HER, I HATE YOU TOO IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT.” She retaliated

I slapped her. I slapped my sister. I lost control

“Go to sleep you brat.” I screamed, slamming her door.

The pain in my chest was unbearable. I dropped to my knees outside her door. I was so hurt that I could not even cry.

I whimpered myself to sleep that night.

I didn’t go to the audition. I didn’t phone harry. I didn’t go to school. Instead I stayed in my room. For 2 whole weeks.

I shut myself right out of the world, no TV, no computer, no phone. Just music and songwriting.

Mum had gone to Cheshire, to be with Anne. It seemed that she needed to get away from me and my little sister. So my sister went to stay at a friend's house for 2 weeks, I was left to my own devices. 

I couldn't bring myself to text Harry, I didn't know the outcome of his audition, and i didnt want to have to talk to him if he didn't get through because i would blame myself even more for not being there for him. But mostly, it was the fear that he would hate me forever. That was the last thing i needed.