Loved You First [Lirry/Larry FanFic] AU

Chapter Eight

'After your medicine has been delivered to the ward, you're free to leave.' My consultant looked at me and smiled. For some reason I wasn't in the mood for smiling. My mind continued to flicker to Liam; I hadn't seen him in a week, since he left... I tried to give a weak smile, but as soon as my consultant left, it changed into a sigh. I slowly walked around my room, carefully placing the many Costa coffees into the metal bin that was in the corner. I glanced at my scarred body and my weak bones. My eyes wandered around the room, aimlessly. They suddenly stopped as soon as they reached the chair that was neatly tucked next to my bed. Liam's voice filled my ears, memories taunting me. My breath quickened as I slapped myself out of the nightmare that was my life. Shuddering, I took a step towards the bed, and gently sat on the edge.

'Mr. Styles?' I looked up to see the nurse from a few days ago. 'Your medicine is here, you're free to go!' She smiled, and I had no choice but to return the gesture. She handed me the bag full of my drugs.

'Thanks, Darling.' I murmured. Her face turned a noticeable shade of red, and I smiled to myself. She was truly beautiful.

*

I strode through the front doors of home, wondering where Mum was.

'Mattty?' I winced, knowing what was coming. 'Is that you, babbbeeyy?' She walked through into the hallway, stumbling everywhere, she was obviously drunk. Her face drooped in disappointment. 'Oh, it's just you.' Her slurred words made me feel sick.

'Hi, Mum.' I managed to get the words out eventually.

'Mum? Who's mum? I ain't your mother, I am your foster-mum. There's a difference, retard.' She staggered towards me, slamming an empty bottle into my chest. 'Do something helpful for once, buy us dinner, would ya?' Her fake smile sickened me.

I wanted to scream; shout into her face that she was worthless, but the words wouldn't come out. Mainly because I knew she was my only hope of a home. ' How, in any way, is this a home?!' I thought, This place is hell. Not to mention what it looks like! I glanced around the walls, taking in everything I usually see everyday. Mould, damp and the smell of sick. 'Home? This is no home.' Without a second thought, I push back the bottle into Mum's hand.

'What do you think you're doing, you little prick?' The sound of her voice angered me more.

'What I should have done a long time ago!' I shouted back, my feelings suddenly bursting out into the open.

'And what exactly is that?' She tried to quiz me, but the slurred voice wasn't helping her situation. I shoved her out of the way and stormed into my sad excuse of a bedroom. The first thing I did was grab my school bag. I shoved some clothes into it, and then started rummaging in the draws. I picked out a photo of me and my beautiful mother. My real mother. Carefully, I folded it, making sure it was still neat, and placed it through the zip. The last thing I packed was the medicine. I quickly changed after having a shower. 'Who knows how long I'll be gone...' I thought. My hoodie was shoved accross my shoulders before I slammed the bag onto my back, checking my wallet and phone was in my pocket.

I stormed out of the house without a backwards glance.

'Where are you going?' I turned around to see "mum" hobbling over to me, anger in her eyes.

'I don't know, but anywhere is better than here. I should have realized that a long time ago.'

She glared at me. 'Don't think I'll miss you - because I won't. You're the worst thing that ever happened to me. You were holding me back from my career, let alone my relationships!' She took a swig from a newly opened beer bottle.

'Career?!' I scoffed, looking directly at her. 'What career? You mean your stripping buisness? You're pathetic. And as for your ''relationships'', you don't deserve anyone. Not that that stopped you having sex with a different man per night!' I turned from her, spitting as I walked away.

'You're no child of mine, gay boy.'