365 Letters To You || Larry Stylinson

|Chap. 16|

💫|HARRY'S POV|💫

February 26, 2:45 p.m.

"Harry, do Daddy a favor would you? Go check on Mummy." Daddy says to me. I look up at him, a smile spreading onto my face.

"Daddy...I thought I'd never see you again." I say to him, the excitement evident on my face. My arms flail as they wrap around him tightly. I bury my head into his chest and sniff out his shirt. Cinnamon, mint, and vanilla. Daddy's scent; always had a pleasant smell.

"I've missed you, too, HarBear." He says into my hair. My eyes widen and I smile even wider as he calls me by my childhood name. Well, he was the only one to call me HarBear, but I love it. He rubs my back as I stare up at him. As I look up at him, it's almost as if I'm a child again. Daddy even looks younger, well, he was young when he died.

"Can we play, Daddy? Oh please! Please?!" I hear myself beg, yanking on his shirt.

"Piggy back! Piggy back! Piggy back!" I shout excitedly, jumping up and down. I watch as Daddy chuckles heartily, a wide smile playing on his lips. Oh how I've missed his smile. He hugs me tightly in his arms again and his lips connects with my head. I don't hesitate to bury myself into him. I have missed being in his arms.

"Soon, baby, soon. But Daddy really needs you to check on Mummy. She isn't feeling too well, honey and I can't help her. Go help her, son. And then we'll play. Piggy back." He says soothingly. I nod quickly, smiling widely. Oh boy! I get to play with Daddy! My heart races as I run upstairs towards Mummy and Daddy's old room.

"Mummy!" I call, running into the bedroom. I stop when I see her; my smile fading. I bite my lip as I look at her. Her back is towards me as she faces the window. She sniffles repeatedly.

I look around the room. The bed isn't made, the bedroom is full of glass and broken items. It's dark, with only the natural light coming from the window Mummy is sitting in front of. It's dirty and gloomy. I take a breath and start to walk further into the room.

"Mummy..." I whisper. As I step closer, her sniffles get louder. I move to the foot of the bed approaching her slowly. She doesn't turn. She doesn't move. Her face stares down into her lap.

I tap her shoulder gently to get a reaction, but she still doesn't move or even say anything. I step in front of her and my eyes widen as I see her face. Almost her entire face is bruised. Her cheek is swollen, purple, and the size of my fist. I watch as she continues to let out small cries. I look down and see a bottle of pills in her hands.

"Mummy, please don't cry." I whimper to her, touching her cheek gently. I fall into her arms, wrapping mine around her, closing my eyes. I hug her tightly as I hear her sniffle in my ear. I press a kiss to her bruised cheek and smile softly. I sigh softly as she starts to cry harder.

"Mummy..."

I slowly pull away and I feel something heavy rest on my shoulder. I slowly turn my head and see a large bandaged hand on my shoulder. My eyes gaze up slowly and I see Jack towering over me. My eyes widen as he stares down at me, snickering mischievously. His hand squeezes my shoulder hard and I let out a scream.

"Mummy!" I scream louder, fighting the arms that force themselves around me, pulling me in.

"Mummy!" I shout louder, fighting.

"Harry! Harry!" I hear a loud voice shout in my ear as I continue to fight.

"Harry! Wake up! Wake up!" The voice shouts at me, shaking me.

My eyes snap open and I let out a gasp. My vision takes a second before it returns back to normal, taking in everything they see. I breathe heavily and take a look around. The closed window, the sheer curtains, the pictures on the wall. I look in front of me and see a wide-eyed Louis panting in my face.