Pieces of Us| h.s.

Chapter Two.

Harry Styles

Last night we all took it way too far, got far too excited to be back home and spent ridiculous amounts on alcohol. I made it home alive somehow, never made it upstairs to my bed so I crashed on the sofa. My mum woke me up at 7AM, my parents run a B and B so she couldn't have me sleeping on the couch when they all got downstairs so she hurried me upstairs before any guests woke up.

Despite feeling extremely delicate, my mum still giving me intro trouble for getting too drunk really does bring the true feeling of being home. No matter how famous we get, or how much older we become, my mum will still always give me into trouble for things like this.

I fell back asleep for a few hours, but the smell of breakfast woke me up and I just had to head downstairs again. This time, I was wrapped up in my dressing gown rather than the same clothes I wore out last night. Mum and Dad were both in the kitchen, dad couldn't help but laugh when he saw the state of me.

'Fucking hell, good night then?' He chuckled, putting down his newspaper.

'Saved you some breakfast,' Mum placed a bacon roll down in front of me at the table. 'You need some carbs to soak up that god awful smell coming off you, before you guys head down to London at least.'

'Shit.'

I totally forgot that today we were heading down to London today to rehearse for the festival and the few shows we have before the festival. We weren't planning on leaving until 12 so, I have an hour and a half to compose myself and get my shit together. Hopefully nobody else has forgotten about it, the others tend not to be as forgetful as me.

'I'll drive yous, like old times.' Dad said, 'Although I'm not pulling over for any of yous to spew so tell everyone they've an hour to get themselves together.'

'Jamies at his girlfriend's place, said he'd get his own way there.' I told dad.

Dad used to always drive us to London when we needed, when we started getting a little better. Dad drove us all to the labels office in London where we signed our first contract. He loves it, being our designated driver makes him happy. He went from driving a bunch of kids to concerts to taking an established rock band to a studio and I can tell just how much it means to him.

After I ate my breakfast I headed up for a shower, an attempt to freshen up and not feel like I'm being swung around upside down. Somehow, we always tend to get more drunk when we're at home and we also always pay the price. Once I was feeling a little better, dad was waiting by the door with his keys, mum standing with a smirk on her face because she still finds amusement in the fact she's always rent in the sense that we always take it too far on a night out.

'Ready? Who's first, Myles or Sydney?' Dad opened the front door.

'Myles.' I said as mum passed me a bottle of water.

'Hydrate.' She told me, looking me right in the eye. 'And have a proper lunch to soak up all that alcohol, okay? I don't want you getting any alcohol poisoning or having to get a liver transplant.'

'Yes mother.' I sighed.

'Have fun.' She smiled.

We hopped into the car, mum waved us goodbye from the door and dad laughed over  mum's irrational fear of me getting liver disease because of the rate I consume alcohol, which perhaps is a fear that isn't so irrational after all. She cares a lot about us all as a band, wants what's best for us and always offers a room to anyone in the band in case they haven't got a place to stay. nIts very sweet, my mum loves a lot and it's definitely who I've learned what I know about love from.

Mum and dad have been together since they were kids, they're complete opposites but somehow it just works. Mum does always have to tell dad off for his mismatched outfits and for buying random things for the house that we really don't need, but they work. I look up to my parents a lot.