When I wake up... You will be here

Chapter 65

His miserable life

Harry’s P.O.V.

The hangover was killing me. I had spent three whole days enclosing in the apartment, drinking every bottle of alcohol that I found. I was with my ​​head resting on the kitchen table. My arms are covering my head, while waiting for the painkiller to make effect.

“God, Harry.” Mom scolded me. I growled to let her know I did not want to hear her.

I had told mom that Emma and I had broken up, but I hadn’t given her explanations. She had found me crying in a corner of my bed room while I watched photos of Emma. Pathetic. Of course I was drunk and I hadn’t shaved in days.

Mother had forced me to get into the bathroom and then after getting a shower and shaving my beard she had made me drink two cups of coffee. My head hurt like hell. The doorbell rang and I felt my temples throbbed. The slightest noise made ​​my head hurt more. The bell was still ringing and I covered my ears as I growled.

“Where are you fuckin wretch? If you think you are such a man come here and give your face.” A man's voice called from the living room.

“Calm down.” Spoke other one. “Sorry for that, Anne. We came to talk civilly with Harry.”

I peeked and saw Emma's brothers standing in front of my mother. Shit. Richard looked reprovingly at Tom and Derek had his serious and mature expression on. Tom’s vein in the neck was noticeable because his anger and his hands were in fists; his knuckles were white because of the pressure. Mother watched them puzzle.

“Yes, yeah of course. I’ll call him now.” She said walking into the kitchen and I went back to my place, pretending not hearing anything.

“Honey, Emma's brothers are looking for you. And they are angry.”

“Mom, do not worry. Emma and I broke up and they are reacting like any big brother. They will leave in a few minutes.”

Mom nods and I see how she prepares some tea before I head to the living room. The three are sitting on one of the leather armchairs and Derek whispers something reassuringly to Tom.

“Hi.” I say politely and sit on the chair in front of them. “May I help you?”

Tom's breathing is fast and deep and he looks like a bomb ready to explode.

“We come to fix... certain issue with you.” Derek tells me.

“I do not see what you need to fix.”

Tom stands up in a jump and takes me by the collar of my shirt. He cornered me against the wall and raised me above his head. I look down and I find his gray eyes burning in flames with anger.

“I don’t need to fix anything; doctors will need to fix your face after what I’ll do to you.”

“I do not see the reason for your threat.” I say and I feel fear of him although I do not show it.

“So, are you so churl? You think you're male, right? Well I tell you something Harry stupid Styles; you're so little of a man that I would like kill you with my hands. I could crush your skull with my fists and that’s all.”

“Let me go.”

“Defend yourself Harry. Prove your manhood as well as prove it to Emma…”

Tom's breath is warm against my face and his words are poisonous. His fist is ready to hit me hard enough to knock me out and I breathed with difficulty. My hands were sweating and my heart was beating a mile at minute. I was pale. Every time it was more difficult for me to breathe.