Married To A Styles | H.S +UNDER EDITING+

The Runaways

I sit down at the island across from Harry, who's awaiting my answer.

"It's a long story.." I start.

"I have time." He smiles.

"Can we just talk about it tonight?" I ask and he nods, pulling his phone out. "I'll be back."

I should really call mom and tell her that Mandi isn't dead. She's been worried sick for the past 20 years.

I never told Harry I had a sister, it was pointless. She was my party buddy as a teenager. Then she disappeared.

It led to me being a druggy and an alcoholic. We were so close.

Practically best friends. One morning, I woke up and mom explained that Mandi had gone and left a note saying not to look for her.

That she was fine and she couldn't stand it living with us anymore. I was so heartbroken.

I had thought we were so close, yet she couldn't stand me.

We called the authorities, but they weren't any help. Everyone thought she was dead and we vowed to never talk about it.

I have a brother, but We aren't that close like me and Mandi were. He's currently in college to become an architect.

He was only 2 when this happened. I was like 13, Mandi being 11.

Yes, 13 and 11 year olds went out to parties. I had a bunch of older friends who would bring us. And to be honest, we didn't look like preteens.

We looked like we we're in our late teens. I was tall as a kid and all I had to do was put on makeup and trashy clothes, and I got in.

A few years after Mandi ran away, I ran away also. I ended up getting found, though. Josh harbored me and served a few months in prison for it too.

I didn't know that mom knew I had checked myself into rehab, but she did. You had to have parental consent since I was under 18.

Whenever I ran away the second time, when I went to rehab, she had called everybody in town. She called all the rehab places in the state, sending them a picture of me, telling them if I ever checked in, that I had her consent to start treatment right away.

After I got out of rehab and met Harry, I told him that I wasn't speaking to My mom and he convinced me to call her. She was shocked when I called her and wanted to see me.

And here we are, we have a relationship.

Whenever I got out of rehab, I was hoping that my sister had come out of hiding. But, no.

Mandi was still gone.

I didn't tell anyone. She was dead, it was in the past. I didn't want to relive it.

But.

She just shows up at my door? My door. Asking for money!

What the hell?

I shut the bedroom door, picking my phone up, calling my mother.

"Hello, sweetie." My mom greets.

"Mom, Mandi is here!" I quickly say and she gets quiet.

"What? Mandi?" She asks, confused, shocked.

"Mandi!" I confirm. "Your other daughter and my sister! You know, the one that disappeared 20 years ago? She showed up at my door wanting money!"

"Why didn't you give her money?" She asks, starting to get angry.

"Mom-"

Harry walks in the room. "Babe, I was thinking maybe we should get a dog."

Harry looks up, realizing I'm on the phone. He gives me an apologetic look before walking past me and onto the bed.

"What if something is wrong, Mia? What if she's in trouble and you just killed her by doing that?" She asks.

"I'm not doing it!" I shout, causing Harry's attention away from his phone. "After all these years.. Everybody thinks she's dead anyway! It's not going to make a difference!"

"You're so fucking selfish.." She murmurs.

"Excuse me?" I ask. "I have a family to raise, I have another baby on the way! You.. You really shouldn't talk to me like that.. Maybe that's Why Mandi wanted to run away. Because of YOU!"

Mom goes quiet on the other end and I feel a little guilty. When I look at my phone to see if she hasn't hung up, she's still on the line.

I may feel guilty, but I am not going to apologize. I'm 33 years old, I don't need my mother telling me how I can use my money.

"You know, I was never around her. She always around you. You subjected her to drug use and alcohol. Don't blame me, stop and think.

"Maybe you were the fuck up." She hangs up and I march into the bathroom, pissed off.

"Mia?" Harry's voice calls through the door. "Are you okay?"

I can't help for the tears that go down my cheeks. Sitting on the toilet, I put my head in my hands, letting my makeup run onto my arms.

I hear Harry open the door, then his footsteps. He crouches down, removing my hands to see My face.

"What happened?" He asks, concern filling his eyes.

"Are the boys gone?" I sob and he nods.

"Amber and Darcy are the only ones in the house, they're downstairs watching cartoons." He explains and I nod.

I tell him everything, not leaving anything out of context.

I fall asleep sometime and wake up with my Harry's arm wrapped around my waist. I lay there, staring at the ceiling fan going around in a circle.

I glance to the clock and It's still pretty early. Nine in the morning. Geez..

Darcy's probably not up yet and if Harry doesn't have any interviews this morning, he usually sleeps in for another hour.

I sigh, trying to unhook Harry's arm. When I succeed, I grab my phone, going downstairs.

I turn the TV on in the living room, trying to keep myself occupied.

The doorbell rings as soon as I sit down and I sigh, standing up to go answer it.

"This is your fault!" My mother yells as soon as I open the door.

"What're you talking about? Get off my property!" I say. "And could you shut up? My daughter and husband are fucking sleeping!"

"No!" She shouts and I groan. She shoves me a newspaper. "You killed her. She got beat up by druggies, and they killed her. She owed them money."

My jaw drops, reading the article. She's right.

"You were in her situation once, Mia. You didn't even ask why she needed money, did you?"

"This isn't my fault, don't blame me!" I fight back.

It's not my fault. Shit just happens... Right?

"But it is! It is, Mia! Your sister that's been missing for 20 years, arrives on your front door and all you can do is yell at her." She shakes her head in disapproval.

"Go to hell!" I spit. "It's not my fault! If She didn't do drugs, she would've been alive!"

"You have got a lot of nerve to speak, young lady." She tsks. "You're 33, not 12. Start acting like it. Own up to things rather than go and hide in the corner."

I feel a hand hook around my waist but I don't look to see who it is, I already know who it is.

"I think you should leave." Harry's raspy voice says.

Her face doesn't alter. She just grabs the newspaper back from my hands and walks off. Harry shuts the door and turns to me.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

I nod, releasing myself from his grip and starting to walk upstairs.

"Mia..." He says, grabbing my wrists.

When I turn back around to him, my eyes are filled with tears. He pulls me towards him, wrapping me in a hug.