Breaking Point (Sequel)

Chapter 21

Harry's POV

I remember the first time I stepped foot in a bar. The air was dense and full of alcohol and smoke everywhere I walked. Majority of the people there were younger and it didn't help that I had turned eighteen that week. My father was the one to take me. It was one of the few things I could count on him for. He knew how to have a good time, even if it cost him his marriage.

My father wasn't always around when I was small. He wasn't your typical father that would kick a ball around with his son on Saturday afternoons. Instead he spent most of his days at his job, working long hours. We weren't hard off financially so he didn't need to work long hours- he worked so he didn't have to be at home.

Even being young when my parents got divorced, I still remember my mother crying periodically throughout the months. I would even catch her saying my fathers name in her sleep. Gemma would remind me that mum will cry so she can heal but she never seemed to stop crying until Robin came into her life.

When I was handed my first drink, I couldn't exactly say I was nervous or hesitant. I had seen my dad drink many times before. I have tasted alcohol before but this would be the first time I would be drinking legally. By the time I finished my drink, my father already downed two. I ended the night with sending my dad home in a cab and heading back to the bar to finally enjoy myself. I knew a few people there but only because they were in my year at school. I found a group of people my age to socialize with until the alcohol took over my words and actions. The alcohol numbed my body and before I knew it, I was doing things I wouldn't remember the next morning.

I can assure you that the hangover I received the following day was well deserved. I found myself in the bathroom most of the day but I would take that any day over the disappointment I got from my mother and sister. It was the first time I had been drunk and at the time, I didn't plan on repeating that night anytime soon. That was what happened for the most part up to just a few days ago.

*(Flashback)

"This one's on the house." She said, pushing yet another drink in front of me. With a grunt I accepted it and waited for the burning sensation to hit the back of my throat. When it did, I slammed the glass roughly on the bar counter without a word.

"So whats your story? Young guy at a bar by himself on a Thursday night ordering the same amount I haven't seen fifty year old men order." I was faced with the sudden urge to forget she had even said anything. I hadn't bothered to look up all night and I was slightly annoyed she wanted to make conversation.

"You're acting like you don't even know who I am." I mumbled. I hesitated asking for another drink, the last one still lingering on my lips.

"Oh I know who you are. You'd have to be living under a pretty big rock to not know who Harry Styles is. I just thought you'd like a night to yourself...everyone has their own problems."

"Well I appreciate that. " I mumbled. She was a petite girl with vibrant hair who couldn't be older than twenty four. Judging by the tattoos that covered her arms, it wasn't hard to tell she had her fair share of bad experiences herself. The small amount of freckles that were scattered across her nose resembled much of Sara's- the girl who crushed my heart after throwing her promise ring at me only a few short hours ago. The look on her face-sadness, hurt, anger- is something I'll never be able to remove from my memory.

"So tell me," She brought two shot glasses right in front of me. "Whats going on with Harry Styles?" I looked up at her hesitantly.

"How do I know you're not some paparazzi that's trying to get the next big story in the media and exchange it for cash?" I couldn't exactly tell if I meant that as a joke or not. With one swift motion I downed the horrible tasting shot and quickly pushed it away from me, not wanting another one of the vile substances.