Living With The One I Hate (A Harry Styles / 1D Fan fiction)(EDITING)

Chapter 06

 

This chapter is dedicated to anyone who's reading my story, commenting or voting. Thank you :)

I know it's been quite a while since I've updated, but I have to do too many things, so I'm sorry.

I want you to know that I hate changing point of views, but sometimes I just need to :/

Here's chapter 6 hope you'd enjoy it.

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 *Rewritten*

Chapter Six

*Harry’s Point Of View*

“I hate this woman and I will always do.”

Elena’s words were replaying themselves in my head over and over again causing me a headache. Her words were like being engraved in my head. Each word was forming a drill in me, like what she said was the only mean thing I ever heard, like her words were meant to penetrate through me and  slice me into pieces. I felt like I was about to cry, but I couldn’t allow myself to do so, I’ll just show how terribly her words affected me, or how the situation was really bad.

“This couldn’t be happening!” I whispered whilst shaking my head. Just a few days ago, we were perfectly fine. And suddenly, Elena and her siblings came crashing into our lives and all they wanted was to get my mom into prison. And I’m never going to allow that. They’re freaking ten years not a day or two.

I laid on my bed hoping to get some sleep, but that was the last thing on my mind and knowing me, I would never fall asleep while that subject is all I’m thinking about. So, I decided to skype the most person that understands me, Louis.

I opened my laptop and signed to Skype once the laptop loaded. Fortunately, he was online and all I had to do was dial him. Seconds later, he answered. It appeared that he wasn’t alone, but the three lads, Liam, Zayn and Niall were all sitting beside Lou.

“Harold!” Louis screamed excitedly.

"Hey lad," Zayn greeted.

"We've missed you, man," Niall said smiling

"Yeah, the band sucks without you," Liam added chuckling.

Forcing a smile on my lips, I replied, “Hey.”

Louis directly noticed my mood and asked concerned, “What’s wrong?”

I gave out a sigh then asked, “Remember when I told I was going home to solve some issues?” They nodded. “Well, the issue was my mom’s accident, you know that right?”

 

“Of course, it’s all over the newspapers,” Louis said.

I sighed before explaining everything to the lads, “The two people my mom crashed into died, and their kids are living with us now, due to the judge’s orders. I thought after that, the kids would be more comfortable here than be separated and go to live with foster families. But that’s not what they think, they have that idea that my mom ruined their entire life and they hate her and even us. They’re trying to get revenge on mom and want her in prison. Everything we try to do ends up really bad, they’re never going to relax till they see my mom rotting in prison,” I swallowed my lump trying to prevent tears from springing down my face. Talking about this made it sound so real, so realistic, so upsetting and horrible.

The boys gave me sympathetic looks whilst Liam spoke up, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” I shrugged. Liam looked at Louis and then at the rest of the boys before turning around and whispering something that I couldn’t catch. When they looked back at me, smirks were drawn on their faces.