Unknown Letters (A Harry Styles FanFiction)

Chapter 21:Mom

Harry's POV:

I watch Lara stomp away in the opposite of Carly and I. I can't believe I just said that to her. I didn't mean it. I'm not even with Carly. I don't even fucking date. Carly and I were just bored as hell and decided to come here. I didn't know anyone was gonna be here.

Before I can continue my thoughts im snapped out of them by Carly, "Harry! Hello?! Is anyone in there?" She waves her hands infront of my face.

I shake my head "What?"

"You need more clothes than black skinny jeans and white and black t-shirts."

"What are you talking about? I have tons of other clothes."

"Oh really?" I stare at the ground in defeat. She's acting like a mother right now.
"You can stick with neutral colors, so how about grey? Or brown?"
"I don't care." I groan.
She goes over to this rack with sweater like things hanging on it, she gets a grey one, then she heads over to the jeans, "what size are you?"

"Umm..28.." I pause, "but I usually get women's 30..." I trail off.
"Women's?" She questions.
"Yes, they're tighter."
She laughs, "alright well let's pick shoes out and then get your jeans."

We head over to the shoe section, "how about these?" She holds up brown boots. 
I nod agreeing with her.
We then walk over to the women's section and get my black skinny jeans.
"Here try it on." She throws the clothing at me.

I go in the guys dressing room, slip off my clothes and on with the new ones.
Why the fuck did she pick out a long sleeve shirt? I never wear long sleeves.
I walk out to show her and say, "this is fucking bullshit."
"Shut up Harry, it looks great on you. But let's do this." She steps towards me and pushes my sleeves up a bit above my elbows.
"There, better."
"Can I change now?"
"Hold on I want to take a picture."
"Uh why?"
"Memories. I know you hate it."  She snaps a picture and I walk back in the dressing room.
I actually kind of like this outfit, it's different...maybe I could take Lara out and wear this. Wait she hates me anyway.
Carly better not post that picture anywhere.
And just as I think that, my phone buzzes and it's an Instagram notification. I swipe to look at it, Carly posted it. Ugh I'm going to kill her.

I walk out and go right past her, towards the cashiers. I check out and stalk to the car. Carly runs behind me.
She gets into the passenger seat, "what is wrong with you?" She barks at me.
I stay silent and drive.
I drive her back to her dorm room, "get out."
"What the fuck harry?"
"I said get out." She hops out of my car and runs into her dorm building.

When I start to pull out of the dorms parking lot, my phone starts to ring. I look down and its little Grace.
"Hello sweetheart." I answer
"H-h-harry!." Shes crying. This can't be good. Why is she crying?
"Grace, what's wrong? Talk to me."
"It's mom." She whimpers.
"Okay are you guys still at the same hospital?"
"No, I think we're at St. Rose Trauma Hospital."
"Okay I'll be there as soon as I can. Listen to what the doctors say to you."
"Okay, bye Harry."
"Bye Grace."
I immediately put the place in my phone GPS and head off. It says I should be there in two hours. Shit, the last hospital was only thirty minutes away.
I turn up the radio to try and shut my mind off of what has now happened to my mom this time. As I start to see the hospital come in sight, my phone rings again. I kind of hope it's Grace saying everything is okay. I glance down and see that it's Lara. I quickly grab it before it goes to voicemail "hello?"

"Hey harry..where are you?"
"Two hours away."
"Why?" She questions.
"Grace called. Mom's in the hospital again."
"Oh god, harry im sorry."
"It's alright. Why are you calling, something wrong?"
"Uh..um no."
"You sure?"
"Look Harry, I got to go, I hope everything's well with your mom." And with that she hangs up.
By the time she does, I'm parked in the parking garage. I make my way up to the hospital and to the desk.
"Hello Sir, what may I help you with?"
"My younger sister came in with my mom."
"And what's your mom's name?"
"Anne Cox"
"Her room number is 168 on the 3rd floor." As I start to walk away she continues, "but sir, you can't go in. You have to wait in that waiting room. Tell the lady at the desk who you are."
I nod and head towards the stairs. I don't do elevators, you never know when those things are going to get stuck.
When I finally get to the third floor I do what the lady said and go to the desk, "Hi Miss, I'm here for my mom, Anne Cox."
"Hello Sir, you're mom is getting a bunch of tests done right now, you can sit over there and wait for the doctor to come talk to you."
"Okay thank you, do you know where my sister is?"
"She should be over there also."
I walk over to the waiting room and spot Grace sitting in the corner crying. It breaks my heart. I hate seeing her like this. She's too young to be going through this.
I go up to her and sit infront of her on the floor.
"Hey Grace."
She looks up with swollen eyes and climbs on my lap. "Harry, I'm scared." She cries in my chest.
"I know it'll be alright, it'll be alright." I say over and over to her as I rock back and forth. I hope everything's going to be alright, I still have no clue what happened to mom.
Grace falls asleep in my arms in a matter of five minutes. I lean against the wall and doze off almost immediately.