One Direction Bullied Me (Harry Styles)

Chapter 5

The next morning Harry drove me back to my house.

Once I opened the door I saw my mum passed out on the couch.

I sighed and walked to my room.

I decided to take a shower.

I headed to the bathroom and turned on the shower so that I could heat up.

I peeled off my clothes and stuck my hand in the shower to make sure it was warm.

I stepped into the shower and let the warm water hit my sore muscles.

Last night after I woke up and Harry calmed me down, I slept the rest of the night curled up into a little ball. I was really sore.

The water loosened my muscles and made me feel relaxed.

I let out a a small sigh and rubbed the back of my neck.

I hopped out of the shower about fifteen minutes later.

I wrapped the towel tightly around me and made my way too my room.

I put on some sweats and wrapped the towel in my hair.

I looked down at my phone and I had a text.

From: Harry Sexy Styles

I missssss youuuuu:(

I laughed at what he put his name under

To: Harry Sexy Styles

We saw each other like 20 mins ago

From: Harry Sexy Styles

I know but still

To: Harry Sexy Styles

Well we could do something later:)

Sound good??

From: Harry Sexy Styles

Sounds good :D

I laughed.

I decided since I was going out, I would change.

I put on some skinny jeans, a grey long sleeved shirt, some red Vans, and a grey sweater.

I headed to the kitchen to get something to eat. I was STARVING.

I looked at my 'mum' still on the couch.

I shook my head in disapproval.

My mum used to be the good one. The one who would scold my dad if he would drink too much at party's, or kiss all of us good morning and tell each one of us to be careful as we walked out the door.

But them my dad died because one of the missiles they were testing at his work fell and shot toward the little room they watched from. My mum was depressed. My mum sent my two brothers back to Ireland to live with my aunt, and my sister moved in with her boyfriend and got married a month later. I was stuck with this woman who didn't seem to care anymore.

She used to just stay locked away in her room, then she started going out and coming back the next day drunk or not coming back at all.

She always got people to buy her drinks so she would never have to pay herself. She drank so much she forgot who I was. She started to slap me and would be rude to me.

Eventually she pushed me past the limit.

I can't even call her my mum now. She's not my mum, she some drunk.

I grabbed a bowl and got myself some cereal.

I herd a groan from the couch. I knew my mom was awake.