Mine For The Summer [Harry Styles]

Part 10

Here's a short little update for you all, was going to wait until tomorrow and try and add some more on but seeing as i've hit over 800 reads I thought I would just go ahead and do it now-

Hakuna Matata! Enjoy x

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*Freya’s Point of view*

I was so mortified that one of the most famous boys in the world had just witnessed my drunken and disorderly mother. No wonder he didn’t stay long enough to say goodbye- he was probably thanking the gods for giving him a lucky escape, thinking I was a nut job for knowing people like her.

And to think; there was actually a slight chance that this perfect boy could like me, then it to got destroyed in a matter of seconds. It seriously sucks.

I slammed the front door shut and stormed up the stair, leaving my mum sprawled out on the floor in the hallway. “Just sort yourself out already will you?” I screamed at the state before slamming my bedroom door shut and leaping onto my bed.

My door flew open so hard that the back of it banged against the wall and sent my whole room quaking, in the door way stood a scary sight- my mum giving me the ‘evil eye’ practically seething.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? Telling me what to do as though I’m the child” She screeched walking towards me threateningly. The thing is though, that she was actually acting like a child. I stayed sat on my bed, leaning against the headboard with my arms folded across my body and my eyebrow raised, giving her an un-impressed look.

“Don’t give me that look thinking you own me, because if it wasn’t for your dad leaving me this house for you then I would have kicked you out a long time ago.”

This wasn’t news to me, when my dad left he told the social services to allow my mum to keep the house until I was eighteen, once I had turned of age I could choose whether to- let her have it, keep it for myself, or sell it and pocket the profits. This was a decision I wasn’t looking forward too.

I retaliated “Keep this behaviour up and it will be you that’s getting kicked out of MY house in a few weeks ‘mother dear’!”

It had the desired effect and made her blood boil. She called me a bitch and went to lunge for me, although fortunately for me she was still heavily influenced for the alcohol so she stumbled and fell before reaching the foot of my bed. Realising she had made a fool out of herself she snatched my iPhone from on top of my covers and stormed out of my room in self-proclaimed victory.

I slammed my bedroom door (which revealed a large hole in the wall where it had banged against) and slid my back down in so I was sitting on the floor. I hugged my arms around my legs which were pressed into my chest and I slumped my head down- tears streaming down my face.

I don’t hate my dad for leaving my mum and her erratic behaviour- in fact I’m surprised it took him so long to be honest. But I really do resent him for leaving me here with her, and not even offering a chance for me to live abroad with him and his new family.

I wanted to get my phone and to ring my grandma, who knew all about my mums temper and would keep me calm and composed; but then I remembered that my phone had been confiscated and that made me cry even more.

Honestly, don’t think I’m one of those materialistic bitches who need like technology and stuff to live- because usually I wouldn’t give a shit about not having my phone.

If this was taking place two weeks ago then I probably would have thrown my phone at my mum myself, risking it breaking- because if in the past I needed to speak to someone, they usually lived just a few minutes away from me.

But now, there was Harry.

How was I supposed to talk to him without a phone? Sure he knew where I lived but that didn’t mean that he would just come round to find me- especially after the way tonight turned out.

But what if he was texting me- right now? I obviously wouldn’t reply, so he might think I was ignoring him and then give up on whatever it was that was going on between the two of us.

I really had to speak to him as soon as possible to explain myself/ my mum... but how?!