Speechless (Harry Styles AU)

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

“Good luck,” Harry murmured as we pulled into my drive way.

After a day filled with anger, tears and a bit of ice cream I was here, facing my mother after skipping for my very first time. I knew that for Harry this wasn’t a big deal, his mother would probably not even know, and if she did she could care less.

But for me, it was drastically different. My mother would rip me to shreds and then put me back together just so she could do it again. She held me to a different standard that most parents, I was supposed to be the perfect child because my sister failed to do so. She was the wild child. I was the angel.

Harry reached over slowly and squeezed my hand in reassurance, “you need anything. Text me.”

I nodded wearily and pushed open the car door. Harry and I had exchanged numbers after our moment in the park. I decided then that I wouldn’t be far from Harry no matter where I was. He was my protector and it was true that I needed him. No matter how much I denied it.

Walking into the house I was met with vicious glare. My mother stood in the entry way her hands perched on her hips and her foot tapping impatiently.

“Where in the world have you been?” My mother sneered, “and why did I get a call from the school saying you didn’t go to ANY of your classes today?”

I dropped my backpack off my shoulder without making any gesture that I heard her. I could hear my mother’s angry breath over me as I bent down to unlace my shoes.

“Answer me,” she growled as I stood.

We were now face to face, only inches from each other. Her hand reached out and grasped my wrist tight and she turned away pulling me behind her. My mother roughly pushed me into a chair and she moved across the table to face me.

“Did you go out with that boy again?” my mother nearly spat the word boy, as if Harry’s name was too disgusting to speak aloud.

I tilted my head slightly rolling my eyes; she knew that I was with him. She just wanted me to try and lie to get out of it. She had seen him pick me up this morning and she had seen him drop me off just now. There was no mystery about who I was out with.

Raising my hands above the table I began to respond swiftly at my mother, “Don’t talk about Harry that way! You don’t even know him!”

My mother let an appalled look cross her face before she spoke. Her hands pressed flat against the dining room table and she leaned over.

“And you know him any better,” she spoke her voice was seeping with anger, “that boy went to jail a few years back for drug and violence charges Gene.”

My entire body went cold with anger, she had the audacity to think that she could judge Harry. I had been put in my place today when he told me of what had happened to him throughout his life. Anyone with that much pain in their life deserved more than a second chance at being good.

“Do you know the reasons behind that?!” I pushed myself out of my chair and signed back at my mother with an equal amount of rage.

My mother looked at me with a dumbfounded glare, her pale green eyes raking over my face like nails on a chalk board, “you knew he went to jail?” she scoffed throwing her arms up in the air.

I crossed my arms before my chest and nodded defiantly with a nasty glare plastered firmly across my face.

The house rang silent with tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. Neither my mother nor I broke the stare that was taking place in the dining room. Each of our eyes locked firmly on each other spewing hate and disgust without a single sign or utterance of words.