•Lose Yourself • a Harry Styles Fanfiction•

Chapter 3:

Harry's POV:

It was one day before school started and I hated it. I was lying in my bed and made no effort to come out of it. The bed was my favourite place,where nobody wanted or expected anything from me.

I wasn't in the mood to talk to anybody, i just wanted to be alone and stay in a safe place where i couldn't disappoint anybody.

I decided to spend the day in bed when I heard a noise in the living room of my mum and mine small flat. I covered my head with my blanket and I knew that I had to stand up and take care of her. She drank a lot last night and I was worried about her so I went over to the living room where i saw her sitting on the floor.

I walked over to her and she looked up to me. Her bright green eyes were red and swollen. She cried and burried her face in her arms. I sat next to her and wrapped my arms around her,when she started crying harder.

How I hated seeing her crying. I wanted to stay strong and give her hope, although I was near to crying too. I had to stay strong so I held the tears back.

"Be there for her" , i heard my dad's voice in my mind, " you're now the head of the house,grow up and take care of your mum." As i thought of the words my dad told me shortly before he passed away, i couldn't hold my tears back. Warm, salty tears streamed down my face. "why can't I be as strong as dad was ?", i thought.

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I spent the whole day thinking about him and it was just a day like every other,after dad has left us. Mum was drinking again,and cried a lot, and i tried to stop her but as always I didn't suceed. After I brought her to bed I went to my room and layed on my bed. I looked up to the ceiling and thought of everything that happened in the last few years.

My mum and my dad argued a lot,and mostly about little things , but I always knew that they loved eachother too much to divorce,but it still didn't feel good to see your parents fight. My dad never hit her or did anything wrong though. He even understood, when she started drinking after her parents both died in a car accident. He was there for her.

He was a leading-type of guy. He always knew how to solve problems and he was somebody you could rely on and it gave u a safe feeling just knowing he's there .

How many times have I wanted to be like him, to be that strong.He was the best father a person could have and every day I missed him more and more. He left a big hole in my life which I couldn't fill. And the worst thing was that I had to take his place and be all he was, for mum

I had to learn to rely on myself. Be independent.

I missed him so much. "You know how much you loved somebody, when the person is gone.", i thought before I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

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*Pieep* *pieeeep* *pieeeep*, the annoying alert of my phone started.

7am- it was time to get ready for school. The least thing I wanted to do is to go and leave my mum alone. I didn't really talk to the others in my school. They all cared too much about unimportant stuff, like proms,football-matches and

dates.

I didn't really want to leave my bed. It was so warm and I was too lazy to even get up. I persuaded myself to get ready and I tried as quiet as I could,to go to the bathroom. I didn't want to wake up my mum. She needed her sleep. I put on a plain white t-shirt, dark blue jeans and a grey blazer. When I was ready I left the house.

On my schoolway, I walked past a line of houses that looked all similar. My house was different. It was not that perfect, but it had something special. I walked by a quite big new house and I thought about school and how i hated it. The other boys picked on me and I always tried to ignore it,but I couldn't. It felt terrible. I always picked a seat where nobody really could see me that well and I tried to forget about what they were talking behind my back,but as soon as I was home again, I started thinking about it and although it looks like I don't care about what everybody was thinking about me, I actually did.

When I arrived in front of my school,I took a deep breath and calmed myself,before I walked in.

The corridor was full of students,talking excited and I just walked by them,trying to find my classroom.

From the end of the corridor,I could hear Sam and his friends laughing about a smaller student and picking on him. He was a tall, good-looking guy from my class,who got all the girls. He didn't really care about their feelings and just played with them, but I guess thats what a lot of girls like. As long as he was good-looking, none of them cared about how he really was. He bullied me straight from the beginning of school and I just avoided him as much as I could.

I tried to find another way to my classroom, because I really wasn't in the mood to walk past Sam and "his gang",but as I was about to go ahead ,as slowly as I could, just not to be noticed by him, it was to late.

"Ohh who do we have here? Our best friend, Styles!"

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Hey guys, so that was the 3rd chapter:) tell me what you think and if you liked it,please vote and comment if you have any suggestions. :D