Lose (Harry Styles)

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I heard distant shouting coming from downstairs on the ground floor. My mind pondered whether I would be hearing this every night. A few items were smashed and thrown around. I hid under the blankets, hoping it would drown the sound away.

"How could you let this happen!"

"Why do you always blame me!?"

"It's always your fault!

"How is this my fault!?"

Harry and Desmond. They fight like an old married couple. I walked out of the room in a plain t-shirt and shorts that Bonnie gave me, aiming to walk into the living room and find a phone.

I walked past Desmond's office where he and Harry seemed to be arguing. Desmond tipped a vase off his shelf that shattered on the ground. I gulped and paced away into the living room. A cordless phone was seen near the kitchen. I almost jogged to it and dialed my mother's number.

"Hello this is Belinda Wington" answers my mother, her voice raspier than ever. She could barley talk.

"Ma it's me" I say

"Oh Darcy!" She says "are you alright?"

"Not at the moment Ma, pretty scared actually" I say, my voice shaking "Desmond and Harry are arguing and I can't sleep."

"Your at Desmond's?" She asked in horror.

"Yes I am" I say "he seems very bad, Ma."

"Please Darcy, I beg to not do anything stupid!" Says my mother, sobbing.

"O-okay I wont" I say "why not?"

"He's a horrible man, worse than Alex, abusive just like him."

I gasp. Tears filled my eyes once again. They stung from crying too much.

"He has be-" says my mother but I couldn't let her finish, someone was walking down the hall.

I hung up and placed the phone down on the kitchen counter, struggling to search where I could hide. Suddenly the light switched on and Harry stood in the living room doorway, his eyes locked on me.

"What are you doing here?" He asked

I gulped "uh I-I need water" I lie "I cant find any."

Harry points to the fridge. I open it and a water bottle sits on the first shelf. I take it out and thank him.

"I didn't know that searching for water included a phone."

I inhaled sharply.

"I believed the phone was lying on the opposite side, am I correct?"

"How would you know?"

"Sweetie, even if I didn't pay attention to every single movement, the security cameras would tell me."

I gulped.

"Where you on the phone?" He asked

I shook my head stubbornly "no" I lied.

"Don't lie to me Darcella" says Harry "I'll ask you again wh-"

"What's going on here?" Desmond's voice boomed as he walked into the living room.

My gaze fell to the floor. This will surly be the end of me.

"She was just getting a bottle of water" Harry grits.

"Then why is there a phone in your hand?"

Harry peers down to his hand, clutching the phone.

"I was making sure she didn't use it."