Tomorrow (Harry Styles fanfic AU)

Chapter Twelve

Sorry for the lack of updates in the past couple of weeks exams have been bloody horrendous but they're finally over [insert happy dance here]. But anyway I hope you enjoy this chappie.

"Yeah yeah, that's fine Ash." My delightful mother, Diane, says after I tell her about my idea for Harry to stay with us indefinitely, Lord knows we have the space"Haz, me mam Diane that you can stay with us." I exclaimed excitedly, clambering onto his back as my Newcastle accent started to seep in.

This earned be a smile and a raised eyebrow form the sexy lad "Haz?" He questioned

"Yeah, I thought that I should give you a nickname." I grinned

He just smiled and shook his head as we made our way over to his car, luckily I didn't bring Sonya in so there wasn't too much trouble, as we stepped into his SUV, a comfortable silence crept in, both of us content while he drove us away to his place so we could pick up some clothes. When we finally got there I didn't expect to see what I did. It looked like a house straight of storybook lane; stiff that you see in fairytales. A large terraced detached house with beautiful slate grey bricks lay in front of me and I'm ashamed to say I expected something like an apartment with minimal locks in a really rough neighbourhood. Suddenly the car is parked and we just stare at each other, eyes boring into the very depths of each others' soul. " Can I come inside?" I whispered

A look of pain and hesitation crosses his eyes, before he closes his eyes and nods slowly. With that we exit the car and make our way inside. Before he opens the door he says: ",now Ashy inside there is going to be a train wreck so I just want you to be prepared."

With that in mind I nod and he begins to open the door. None of what he said could've prepared me for the degree of what I saw. The room we entered was dimly lit and smelled faintly of cigarettes and marijuana. The floor was caked with what looked like beer bottles, vodka bottles and what looked to be a syringe full of what I guess must be heroin. Now I see why Harry hadn't wanted to bring me here, I don't know how he could survive living here. As I looked up our eyes met and I could feel the apology he was going to give me; before he could say anything I grabbed his significantly larger hand in mine and gave, what I hope was, a reassuring squeeze. Not wanting me to have survey the train wreak any longer he led me up the stairs and into a cupboard of a room. Atypical to most boy's rooms, or what I think most boys rooms must look like, his was relatively clean with no clothes splashing the floor. Also contrary to my assumptions his room was very sparsely decorated with white walls, a small oak cupboard pushed against the walls and what looked to be a double bed. He walked up to the bed and crouched down while I gazed at his um... backside. He rose up with a duffle bag in his hand and a smirk on his beautiful face, "See anything you like.?" he asked with a laugh pushing past me to get to the wardrobe

"No," I scoffed taking a seat on his bed gently ,"of course not"

I heard something that vaguely sounded like 'yeah right' at I watched him stuff an endless supply of black jeans and black t-shirts. When I saw him grazing towards the underwear department I had enough decency to avert my eyes and try to avoid embarrassment; mostly from my end. When he looked to be finished and stuffed a pair of boots similar to the one he was wearing he piped up,"Done, lets go" He said curtly, already exited the small room

We made our way down the staircase but of course our..lovely visit (note the sarcasm) couldn't go without a hitch. At the bottom of the staircase stood a short woman who I can only assume was Harry's mum. She looked like she was beautiful once upon a time, but her chestnut curly hair so similar to that was dripping with swear and God knows what else was in serious need of a trip to the hair salon, her emerald eyes,again mirroring those of her sons, where weary and made her look slightly unhinged. She wore a shirt that was obviously way too big for her, gray sweatpants that were stained with again what only the Lord knows and in her hand, a have empty vodka bottle. "Where da ya think yur going ya lousy piece a' shit." she slurred as we came down the stairs

Harry just ignored her and walked towards the door but before either of us could leave she placed herself between us and the door and began ranting angrily "D'ya just think you can fuck of jus like that, with that little slut and leave your mother, just like your father did." She continued drunkenly

Although it was pretty hard to take her seriously as she stumbling and sounded utterly stupid. Harry looked livid before he says "Your not my mother, mothers love their kids, you love your booze."

With that he grabbed her arm and tossed her out of the way as we were about to leave that dreadful place he looked back at the broken and crestfallen woman and spat out,"And don't ever call her a slut."

With that he grabbed my arm pulling me out of the door and proceeding to slam it. We walked to his car and we both sat inside, after he shut the door quite roughly he just stared ahead. "I'm so sorry." I whispered

He closed his beautiful eyes in pain and nodded and I swear right there I saw a tear come out. I think that's when I began to fall in love with Harry Styles.

Hey guys sorry for the long wait but I hoped you enjoyed that chapter. Don't forget to vote, comment and follow

Trisha xo