One Direction Vs. 5SOS

Chapter 7

Harry's P.O.V.

"HARRY!" My mom called.

Oh my. It's Christmas. Christmas Morning!

I jumped out of bed and ran out of my room. I could hear my mom's laughter as I made it to the end of the stairs. Two large arms were wrapped around her and when she turned her head to look at me, I realized that it was my dad. I stood there confused.

Why was he here?

He motioned me forward and my mother held a wrapped Christmas present. I walked towards them and stopped when I was a foot away from them and toke the present.

I noticed that my dad's eyes were just like mine. He held my mother close to him, placing his chin on her shoulder as he watched me.

"Well, open it curly fry." He said, his accent deeper than mine.

Curly fry? That was my nickname he gave me.

I felt my 5-year-old self stir inside me and smiled at him. I looked down at the present and unwrapped it. I quickly recognized the box that I've been seeing for the last week. The box from underneath my mother's bed.

I looked up at them seeing my mother smiling brightly.

"Go on. Open it. It's yours." She said.

I looked down at the box.

It's mine?

I pulled the tape off and popped it open. The 1st thing I noticed were two containers. I picked one up seeing nothing on the outside and when I shaked it there was no sound. I picked the other up, hearing something inside and as I looked the label, I realized it wasn't even in English.

I placed it back down and grabbed the only thing left. I pulled a pale shirt out, setting the box on the coffee table as I held it up in front of me. That's when I realized it wasn't a shirt

It was a strait jacket.

I looked up at my parents, the scene before me completely changed. My mother held her face in her hands as she cried. My father now looked like a skeleton. His skin was pale and there were dark circles under his eyes making his eyes look sunken in and his cheekbones were much more visible.

His brown hair looked like it was thinning and falling out. It reached down his bony collarbones and that's when I noticed that he was in the same straight jacket that I was holding.

"Don't worry." He said, his voice echoing. "You'll get used to it."

"What?" I asked.

My mom lifted her head up. Her face stained with blood as she cried blood.

"I'm so sorry." She said.

I backed away from them but, my back hit a wall. I looked behind me seeing a white padded wall. I turned back to them but I was now inside a padded room alone.

"Mom?!" I shouted.

I ran to the other side of the room but, I felt my wrists pull across my waist. I looked down, realizing I was in a strait jacket. I tried to pull my arms apart, the belts feel like they were being pulled, tighten it around.

"HELP!" I screamed. "SOMEONE PLEASE LET ME OUT!"

I fell to my knees, this fucking jacket making it unable to move my arms at all but, it kept getting tighter and tighter making it harder to breath.

"PLEASE, I DON'T BELONG HERE! PLEASE. HELP ME!" I screamed.

"Yes, you do."

I looked up, seeing my dad standing there. He was no longer in the strait jacket; his arms were crossed and his eyes looked more dilated.