Hollow (Harry Styles) #Wattys2016

Chapter 89

Songs:

Pretend It's Okay/ Turn Your Face: Little Mix

Beauty Remains: Paloma Faith

California King Bed: Rihanna

A.J.'s POV

The rest of the day dragged on, awkwardly. There was clearly tension between Harry and I, and Harry and Theo, not to mention I was afraid to look my little sister in the eye. I had to tell her she was moving in with me as soon as I paid her mother. Luckily, she wouldn't spend much time at home since she was away at boarding school most of the time. And I could talk to, Theo about keeping an eye on her if she ever wanted to leave during breaks, and I couldn't go to her, or she couldn't come here. I guess I'd have to move to New York if she didn't want to move here. I'd have to talk to, Harry about that. I should have talked to him before I did anything.

Not being able to hang around in the same house with, Theo, Harry decided to go out for the night. He invited me, but I knew he was just being courteous. He really didn't want to be with me either, and I wouldn't have gone anyway, I had to stay with my sister.

It was now, one in the morning. Harry had been gone for a total of five hours. I couldn't help but feel annoyed just thinking that this would be a repeat of last night. This hadn't been a good day and I didn't want to stay awake all night with no sleep. And I didn't want to get angry with him, I wanted him to come home, to hold me, comfort me, tell me that I did the right thing. I needed him to be him, I needed his love.

Unable to sleep, I decided to get up and get some work done. With every intention of getting in at least a chapter into the next installment of the next part of the series, I made my way to the living room with my laptop. About five minutes of staring at a blank document before I typed, Harry's full name, deleted it, than typed it up again, and again, and again.

I finally shut the damn thing, only to become aware of the tears that had rolled down my cheeks. I tossed my laptop to the side, leaning over to fit my face in my hands and crying. The events of the day finally catching up with me. Everything from, Harry's late nights to our aggression in the kitchen, the whole thing with, Odie and officially being parentless. At the end of it all, it was a very shitty day.

"Are you okay?" I heard, Theo's voice.

I rubbed my eyes and face, trying to clear my face of any trace of evidence I'd been crying. "Um, yeah," I nodded, clearing my throat. "Just, have a migraine," I lied.

His face filled with concern, oddly. "I know when you're lying and you are in fact, lying." He walked across the living room, taking the open seat next to me. "What's wrong?"

I moved away, slightly, uncomfortable with how close he was. "I just, had a bad day," I sorta admitted.

"Yeah, I bet," he sorta smiled. "I'm sorry about, you know, your baby," he said quietly.

I shook my head with a faint smile. "Poor baby is better off than having me as a mother," I tried to joke, my own words hurting me.

"You're stupid, you would have made an amazing mother, way better than mom."

"Why do you do that?" I looked at him, moving my body back slightly so I could get a better look at him. "Why do you call her, mom? I never understood that."

"She has her flaws, but she is my mom," he shrugged.

"And your real mom?" I questioned. Aside from him moving in with her when he left our home, I didn't know much about her.

He shook his head, as if a memory just came to him. "She, uh, she didn't want me, well, us. That's why dad had full custody of us."

"But, you lived with her, for a long time-"