Reaching Out. (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter Fifteen

Marcel's P.O.V

 Watching my mom work in the garden, my toys are scattered around the yard. "Harry, please can you clean your toys up then we can go inside once we are finished." "Yes, mom."

Hopping down off the deck I began collecting my toys heading into the house. When I return into the backyard, mom's surrounded by are about five men one holding her by the shoulders.

"Harry go inside! Now!" My mom yells one of the older guys turning to look at me.

"No, no. He can watch this for himself." The man says with a chilling grin. Keeping my ground the men start to beat my mother doing terrible things to her. Frowning and crying I cover my face only to hear her dreadful screams.

Jolting awake my head smacks against my moms arm. Looking up at her, I study her face full of fear and concern.

"The--They're back again. I was doing so, so good and now.. they are back." I say the sweat sticking against my clammy skin. My whole body shaking I rub my face and sigh.

Placing her hand on my leg she rubs it gently and nods. I've never liked it when people touch me or show affection in the slightest way. Not even in public if you have I see a couple kissing or something it grosses me out.

"Maybe I should make you and appointment and send you back too--"

"No! There is no way I'm going back and you promised I didn't have too!." I say pulling my leg away from her and shaking my head.

I've tried therapy but it never worked out well, I wouldn't show up and even if I did I would get into an argument with and would get kicked out early.

To this day I still remember the terrible screams, cuts and bruises that were left on my mother and when my father left us that night to go and crave his terrible alcohol addiction those men who were supposedly his friends showed up and beat the living shit out of my mum.

Harry. That brings back the terrible memories as well. I changed my name after the incident because she would scream my name and tell me to go, to leave and not come out until she told me too. But I couldn't. I had to stay and be there. Even though my eyes were covered the experience still haunts me.

Harry. The name that brings back terrible child hood thoughts, my father, people at school, the friends that have caused me plenty of terrible things, which have caused me a bad reputation. The nicknames, the fights, the drinks, parties, regrets. I will never tell anybody about my past I wont describe it too myself anymore.

Numerous times I've thought about telling people to call me Harry, seems as how it is my real name and Marcel was just a stupid cover up for it. But just thinking of Harry makes me feel uncomfortable. Then again, Marcel doesn't really suit me so its about time I go back to the name.

"I want Harry back." I blurt out surprising both myself and my mum.

"I want to be called Harry, people at school, to call me Harry. You to call me Harry. I need it. I'm growing out of Marcel."

"Are you sure? You said you didn't--"

"I'm sure!" I say cutting her off a second time looking down.

"If you say so then alright." She pauses and looks at me then sighs. "Harry."

Grinning a little at the mention of the name I fumble with my fingers and think of Bella, and her bad habit of it. My mind is always wandering back to her.

It's pissing me off.

"You should, at least attempt to get back to sleep, I'll make you some pancakes tomorrow when you get up. Night."  She says with a soft smile then walks out the room without looking back.