Vexé |H.S.| au

Chapter 7

Harry's lips trembled from the cold. His sweaty palms scratched his forehead as his tired eyes opened to a dark room. His spine cracked when he sat straight on the soft cushion and he shivered once again because of the cold temperature.

The door to the room opened, a small woman with straight brown hair and kind green eyes makes her way inside the now light room. At that moment, Harry realised that he was in fact in his own room and that the woman that just entered his room was just his mother.

"Harry..."

"Why am I here?" He interrupts her without a second thought, fisting the sheets with his fists.

Anne enters the room completely and shuts the door behind her with a soft 'click' sound. She sighs but she doesn't get one step closer to him, he wouldn't let her anyway.

"Louis brought you here late at night. He... He told me that you fainted on him?"

Harry only groans anxiously because he knows a waterfall of questions are coming towards him now. In the other hand, Anne, with a shaky voice says, "Now, Harry, I'm just going to ask you two questions and you better answer them right. I don't want this to end in a discussion and wake up George."

Harry scoffs. "Everything's about George, isn't it, mother?"

"Did you take your pills? And, what did you do to cause a bloody shirt and a massive bruise on your stomach?" She asks, clearly ignoring what he said.

He stands up and goes to his bathroom and looks at himself in the mirror. Anne followed behind him and watched as he frowned at the purple bruise on the right side of his stomach.

"Its not your business." He muttered through gritted teeth and lowered the hem of his thin purple shirt.

Last night, Louis knocked on the Styles' door and Anne let them in. As soon as Harry was in his bed, Louis left and Anne was left alone with her oldest child. She saw his bloody shirt and couldn't help but think of how messed up Harry's life was and that she could have done something for him before he turned into a heartless man.

She changed his shirt and replaced it with a purple one, a shirt that he never uses because he doesn't like the color purple...or any other color to be completely honest.

"But it is, Harry! You are my son, I care about you."

Harry just ruffled his knotted hair and sighed. "Mother, just leave me alone, yeah? I'll be fine."

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*Vivian*

"I don't want to go to school, Connor." She mumbled into the phone that was gripped inside her right hand as her other hand was gripping the bedsheets above her head.

On the other side of the phone, Vivian could hear a sigh coming from an annoyed Connor , and it was only seven in the morning.

"Why not? Is it because of what happened? Why don't you wanna tell me Vi?"

Vivian shut her eyes. She really wanted to tell him but she couldn't help but get scared of what the consequences might be. She doesn't know Harry at all, just what other people at school say about him. Those things being not so good. She's scared of what Harry might do to her, Connor, or even her family if she tells anyone.

"I'm gonna come and get you anyway, so be ready!" Connor warned after a minute of silence and hung up, leaving a distressed Vivian rolling around in her bed.

How hard could getting out of bed be?

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"I don't want to go to school, Connor."

Connor turned off his car after parking it in the closest parking spot to the school entrance he could find. He shoved the keys inside his jeans pocket and rested his head against the headrest.

"This is getting really annoying, Vivian." He states. " I don't know what happened yesterday but now you're grumpy all of a sudden and... I don't know how to help you out if you don't tell me what is bothering you."

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you." She barely said, opened the car door and took off as fast as her feet could take her towards the doors.

And then She thought 'I really regret coming to school. I don't wanna see him again...' with a frown on her pale face.