Forever the one (A Larry Stylinson Fanfic) L.S PART 1

Chapter 39 Harry

Summary:
Harry gets a surprise visit

"We need to give them a response Harry so what do you want us to say?" I look down at the newspaper article in my hands and I'm feeling pleased apart from the line where it says is Louis another notch on my bed post. Jeff is on the phone and he wants to make a comment or wants me to address it but I don't feel that's the way to go. I don't want to just do a random tweet about it and mention Louis, he deserves more than that and besides I don't know yet what our current situation is. I want to find out though before I fly to LA in a few days. My heart plummets, the thought of leaving Evan and Louis if only for a week leaves me feeling a dread I can't explain. 

"Harry, are you there?" shit I forgot about Jeff then, off in my own little world

"Il talk to Lou ok, but I don't really want to tweet about Lou, if anything il talk about it on the show next week, but I will send a general tweet out as soon as I hang up" I tell him just to keep him off my back. I know he thinks I'm not active on social media enough but its toxic as fuck on there and I'd rather not read it, but I know it's what the fans want, to hear off me more regular. I hang up the phone and get my phone out 

Harry Styles@ Harry_Styles Just want to say thank you all for your support it means a lot and YES I am very happy at the moment. All the love H x

I throw my phone on to the bed that should do. I've got the house free to myself seems as Liam is at work and the girls are at school, so I plan to work on some music before I go to meet Louis from work later when I hear the doorbell ring.

I make my way to the door and stop...dead...frozen, standing there is my mom, Anne styles. She looks at me as if she herself is unable to believe I am here standing in front of her. I can see she has aged, her youthful looking skin looking that bit older, her usual shiny dark hair looking dry with streaks of grey running through it. I know it's my mom, but it doesn't look like her. I want to fall into her arms, the sudden feeling of emotion running through me as she stands there in front of me, I want her to hold me, I want to hold her, but my feet are stuck to the floor and I can't bring myself to do it.

In a way it's like a stranger there and I can't forget how she just let my dad do that to me, how she always took his side over her children who she was meant to love and protect. I know now what it's like to be a parent and love a child unconditionally and standing here I can't help but think that she never loved me that way.

"What are you doing here? How did you know I was here?" I can't help but ask as she looks at me, tears now spilling down her face as she reaches forward to touch my face, I move my face away she doesn't get to just do that. She doesn't say anything just stands there staring, her shoulders shaking as her tears roll slowly down her face

"What's the matter? got nothing to say mother dear" I don't know why I'm talking this way when it's totally different to what I'm feeling inside but I have my guard up and at the moment I'm not letting it down. She wipes her eyes

"Harry darling, I know you have every right to be angry with me, but I heard you were staying here and I couldn't not come and see you"

 I can see the hope in her eyes as I hold the door open and welcome her inside. I walk into the living room not offering her a drink as I'm not even sure I want her to stay. I'm feeling completely confused. I wish Louis was here with me, he would know what to do. She sits down and I sit opposite her waiting for her to speak. I need to hear what she has to say.

"How have you been?" I snap my head up to look at her, really, this is what she wants to ask, about my wellbeing after all these years. I feel the annoyance rearing its ugly head

"Well I'm sure you could have read the newspapers to see how I was, I mean it's not like you tried to get in touch is it, before I changed my phone number, not one word and I know I left you the email details for my management company but again nothing. God mom you even knew I was staying in one of dads apartments, why didn't you come for me? why didn't you check I was ok? I'm your son and you just threw me to the curb and why, because I followed my dreams, something you didn't have the balls to do"