Assailant [H.S]

Chapter 3

Harry's POV

"Styles." The mystery person announced as I turned around.

At that moment, I felt everything in my body freeze. The only sound I could hear was the fast pacing of my heart. I stared with my eyes wide open. It felt like the whole world was breaking and crumbling apart around me as I stood there in total paralysis.

This can't be happening.

"Are you going to come hug your mother or what?" My mother, Linda, motioned with a sarcastic welcoming tone.

It was not her that I feared, in fact I adore her with every ounce of my being. It was the person standing beside her. A large, six foot four man, with dark brown curly hair and piercing green eyes.

It was none other than my father, James.

"Styles. What a match last night, son. Too bad it took you over thirty seconds. Your poor ol' manager made me ten million dollars richer last night, he's probably not too happy with you as of now, huh kid?" My father approached me and rustled his hands through my curly hair, treating me like a little boy.

"What the fuck are you doing here." I stammered, avoiding eye contact with him and looked over to my mother as my fists clenched together.

"Honey, watch your language." My mother butted in.

"Yes. Watch it, and look at me when I speak to you." My father grabbed my face and forced me to look him in the eyes, something I did not enjoy doing. I could feel the blood boiling inside of me as I stared into his green eyes that mirrored my own. "Now. We have some business to take care of so tell your mother goodbye and let's head inside."

As my father let go of my face, I walked over and gave my mother a hug and a kiss to both of her cheeks before walking back inside the hallway with my abhorrent father.

When we finally reached my dressing room, after what seemed like hours, I opened the door to find the room close to its original shape. No furniture displacement, no trash or random people laying around. I sighed to myself in relief as I walked over to the mini bar, pouring a shot of vodka into a Lake Tahoe themed shot glass and pouring it down my throat. Sometimes I wish that I could just escape to Lake Tahoe. I want to lay in a cabin with a fireplace and large glass windows that give a beautiful scenery of pine trees and water. I could feel the sting of my throat as the alcohol entered my body and I shook my head to work it off. After setting the glass back onto the bar table I rested my palms against the counter and leaned forward, waiting for him to speak.

James slowly paced around the room, taking time to notice small details including the pack of cigarettes laying on top of the refrigerator and the rolled up hundred dollar bills that sat next to the medicine cabinet amongst other things that surely did not make him happy. Nothing I ever did would do that.

"Seems like you are having a great time." He'd mumble as he flicked a random solo pill off of the living room table and onto the ground.

I stood silent, watching him with a heavy gaze as he continued wandering around the room.

What could he possibly want now?

Stay strong.

Blood, sweat, don't show your tears.

Blood, sweat, don't show your tears.

Blood, sweat, don't show your tears.

I closed my eyes and repeated the familiar phrase in my mind while the traces of footsteps came closer and closer to my location. As soon as I stopped hearing the sound of steps, I opened my eyes to find my father standing directly in front of me.

"I did not raise you from fucking birth for you to be such a nitwit." My father slammed his fist onto the countertop in front of me, causing me to flinch slightly.

Relax Styles. Don't let him get to you.

"You spend your time in this room fucking random women off the street and partaking in illegal drugs that can, and will get you suspended from the league. You might be the dumbest fucker I've ever met in my life.".

He shot his angered eyes in my direction. "And didn't I tell you to look at me when being addressed? You're just asking for it now.". He raised his hand up to my chest and threw a punch so hard it knocked me down to the ground where I slammed my head up against glass alcohol bottles as they shattered all around me.

"Fucking hell.." I muttered and caressed the back of my head that had loose shards of glass implanted into my skull. I laid limp on the ground with my head propped up against the bottles that didn't fall. I felt my body slow down, my heart rate became slow and everything was suddenly blurry.

My father snickered, "Not as tough as you thought, isn't that right kid?" He walked over and hovered over my limp body as I began to lose consciousness.

"You might be managed by a fucking prick but you have my last name, boy. You hear that? My fucking last name. If I ever get another call from your little assistant about you throwing parties and passing out from drugs ever again it will be the last time you ever see this place. Understand, boy?" He leaned down so his face was in line with mine.

I can't respond. My thoughts won't formulate. My mouth won't move. All I can do is sit there as the back of my head gushes out blood.

Within moments, my father grabbed a shard of glass from a broken bottle and traced it along my cheek bone, causing a two inch tear on the left side of my face. I am too far gone to even feel the pain, just the feeling of blood pouring out from my face. My head stayed still and my eyes followed the shard of glass while it tore through the first two layers of my skin. After the cut he made reached the corner of my lips, he threw the glass into my lap and left the room without another word.

It's all coming to halt. Everything I worked for my entire life. Constantly fighting off my inner demons telling me I'm not strong enough. The feeling of life is escaping my body. My body is now weightless and the world around me is spinning. My hands begin to cramp up and won't move out of a locked and tight fist position.

Blood, sweat, don't show your tears.

No tears, styles.

No. Stop.

I said no tears.

You're a weak bastard. Stop it.

I can't stop.

It won't stop flowing.

The tears. The blood. It won't stop.
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Oh wow!!!! How are we feeling??? This chapter is a little shorter than the others but it's a juicy one for sure. I can't wait for you guys to see what's coming up but what do we think about harry right now??

Love you all and thank you for the support!
-Ashley