Harry Styles BSM

69. Broken Home (Liam)

All the battles, all the wars all the times that you fought
She’s the scar, she’s the bruise and she’s the pain that you brought
There was life, there was love like a light and it’s fading now

I started my day by waking up with the sunlight pouring through my window pain.

*yawn* “It’s such a beautiful day” I stretched my arms above my head then gaze at the window. I went to my bathroom to get ready for school. After doing my routine, I packed my bag then head downstairs for breakfast.

In the dining area, I saw my dad reading the daily newspaper while my mom is sipping her coffee looking outside far off the distance. They were like this ever since Liam, my brother left. We’re so happy for him, because once again he auditioned for the X-Factor. Sure they didn’t won the competition, but they won the world. Almost everyone in our whole wide world adores them, and I’m one of those. I love them. Though as their popularity increases, our communication decreases. Even us here at home. It’s only us three always, but most of the times, it’s only me, mom’s busy at her shop, dad’s busy at the office and me at school so we don’t exactly have time for each other.

“Good morning guys!” I beamed trying to lighten up the mood

“Morning” they just both mumbled

“Eat quickly, I’ll drive you” Dad said standing up probably going to get the car ready

“I’ll be leaving” mom said standing up as well taking her plate then bringing it to the sink.

“Bye Mom, have fun at the shop” I called after her, hearing her hum in response. They’ve been like this for a while now, I guess I’ll just have to get used to them.

“Y/N, are you done? I’ll be late” Dad exclaimed from outside “Coming!” I haven’t still actually started my meal of burnt toast and cold milk so I just grabbed a carton of juice and a granola bar then run towards the car, not before locking the door.

I’m about to open the granola so I can eat but dad stopped me “No eating inside my car” he hissed. Shocked, I immediately shoved it inside my bag, I’ll just eat it before class. Few minutes later, we arrived at school, him stopping just in front of the gate. I climbed down then about to bid him goodbye when he stepped into the pedal not even giving me a glance. What had happened to my family now? Trying to mask the hurt written on my face, I grabbed my granola with my juice then sat at the bench in the parking lot near the main entrance. Lucky, I’m a couple minutes early so I still got time. When I’m done with my meal, I threw the remnants of the food together with the wrapper and the juice box then started to walk inside

“Y/N!”  my friends called me making me stop and wait for them so we can all go together to class.

After school, we hung out at our place talking about nonsense when I noticed the clouds getting darker. And yes, a couple moments later, little droplets of water started to pour and soon it started raining. My friends were fetched by their parents asking me if I want to join them but I always declined. What if dad will drop by and he’ll wait for me but I’m already at home and he’d be like wasting his time and he’d be disappointed so yeah. A couple hours of standing and I’m still here. It’s only me actually and the rains till hasn’t stopped. Though I don’t think it’ll end soon. But dads maybe having his over time again. Should I wait for him? I grabbed my phone to see if I can call him or something only to find it dead battery. I glanced at my wristwatch and it’s already 5 pm. He should be finished by now, I’ll just have to wait for a little while longer.

A couple minutes later, the skies have completely turned dark, thank god for the lights. It’s still pouring out, and I’m already wet, shivering from the cold. It’s actually 7-ish, so I decided to walk through the rain. A couple minutes less than an hour later, I finally arrived home still shivering, my teeth clattering. I removed my shoes then knocked on the door but nobody answered. I knocked again a little louder

“Hold your horses!” my dad’s voice boomed. He forgot about me. I waited for him and he’s already home. The door burst open and revealed my annoyed looking father. “You’re late” he stated, voice monotone “Y-yeah. I-  I tho- thought yo-youd fe- fetch m-me” I stuttered my teeth clattering “Yeah yeah whatever. Lock the door will you” he said as he returned to his position on the lounge. I made my way inside, my clothes dripping and teeth clattering “Will you shut the hell up? I’m watching here” dad said as I just nodded at him not being able to reply. I’m about to step on the first step of the stairs when my mom came into view “Do not make a mess on my floor Y/N, I just cleaned” she said annoyed “Y-yeah. I- I’ll clean it la-later” I told her making my way inside my room.

How come they didn’t care? I’m their daughter for Christ sake! I changed into something warm then came down to clean the wet patches on the floor then made myself a steaming mug of choco then went inside my room. How I wish Liams here. We wouldn’t be like this if he didn’t left. But, I don’t want him setting aside his dreams for me. And then there he is, living his dream probably me never crossing his mind. What’s going on with my family? Do I still have one?

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