Little White Lies

Chapter 1

If this room was burning

I wouldn't even notice

'cause you've been going crazy

Wait that does'nt sound right

'cause you've been taking up my mind

With your, little white lies, little white lies

Ah, much better

I scribble down the improvised lyrics in my songbook. I'm going to have to buy a new one after school today, this one's already filled up.

Time does fly, huh.

I look at the time and it reads 7:45am, probably should start getting ready now.

I slowly get up from my twin sized bed as to not wake up my mother but my 10 year old bed creaks like hell. I wince and stop. My mother's snoring pauses, then shortly resumes.

I go over to her room and I see her sweaty body clutching the pillows and she whisper's my name in distress. I run over to her and sooth her wicked dreams of our retched past.

"Mum, mum! Wake up!" I shout-whisper

"Harold?"

"Yes, yes it's me. Shh, shh. It's all ok" I stroke my mother's long silky brown hair. I don't know where I got my curls from, oh right my dad.

My dad.

No.

I'm nothing like him Harry.

Move on.

Your mother is in distress because of our past with him, he's out of ours thoughts forever move on Harry move on.

You dont want to end up in a mental hospital like your mum . . .

Speaking of which I should get mother ready for today's appointment. I pick out some random clothes for my mother and give them to her. I plant a kiss on her forehead then go to take a shower. Once I'm finished in the shower I brush my teeth and put my clothes on. I put on a beanie and head downstairs to the wonderful smell of eggs and bacon.

My mum might be "mentally unstable", but she's still an amazing cook.

"Thanks, mum." I sit down and she kisses me on the cheek. Her shaky hands place my plate -topped with an egg omelet and bacon- in front of me. She get's orange juice (that's room temperature thanks to our fucked up fridge).

"Mum sit down," I pull out a chair for her.

"No, no, no, no, it's ok sweet heart. I-I ate at 3am." My mom try's to force a smile but fails.

"Oh," Is all I can manage saying.

"J-just gather up your things once your done eating, and you can head off to school." My mother button's up her blouse and murmurs something as she goes back upstairs.

"Don't forget your pill!" I remind her, but she doesn't reply.

"Mum? Did you hear me? I said don't forget your pill?" Still no answer. I start to slowly get up.

Then there's the thump of a body hitting the floor from up stairs.

"Mum!" I yell, I spring into action going up the stairs to at a time, but of course the one time I need them the second-to-the-top stair break's and sucks my foot below. I feel the wood leaving a gash in my upper thigh. I scream in pain.

"Harry!"

"Mum stay there I'm coming!"

I pull myself out and make my way to my mother's room limping. I see my mother sprawled out across the floor with her pills everywhere and the bottle still being grasped tightly in her hand. Her body breaks into sharp seizures. I try to calm her down. I run back down stairs avoiding the broken stair and get the home phone. I dial 999 and explain the situation and within 5 minutes EMS are wokring on my mother and loading her into the ambulance. I dont know if anyone has approached my or tried to treat my leg, but by the time we're in the ambulance and we're half way to the hospital I look down and see a bandage around my thigh. A girl on the other side of the ambulance sends me a sympatetic smile and I just nod to thank her.

After that I dont really remember much, just sitting in the waiting room hoping and praying for the best. My leg is treated and I'm to take some sort of antibiotic's -which my family wont probably be able to afford- to prevent infection.

Hours pass, I've already missed all of today's classes and it's about dinner time, when a busty old women frantically walks into the hospital with a tray full of basked goods.

"Barbara?" I ask

"Harry!" She yell's and runs to me.

I get up and we both embrace each other in a hug.

"How'd you know I was here," I still say still embraced in her arms.

"Well word spread's fast here in our little London nieghborhood now doesnt it?" She chuckles and I try to laugh, but only end up smirking.

"I brought you and your mother some treats if all goes well for her," My eyes widen and I step back.

"No, no, no, no, no, Harry I didn't mean it like that, she'll be alright. Everything will-" I dont here the rest because I'm already storming out of the hospital. I dont know where I'm going or where the fuck I'm gonna end up but as long as I'm as far away as possible from this bullshit and this town the better I'll feel.

By 11:00 pm I'm asleep at the Heathrow Airport, I can't exactly leave the country, but seeing other people come and go is good enough. Maybe I was a bit hard on Barbara, I mean she came all the way from the bakery to the hospital, plus she brought my favourite pastries. Well in my 19 years she's faced alot of me running to her and running away from her. She's like a grandmother to me, when my parents didn't feel like parents to me she would be my next bet.

I have to appologize first thing tomorrow morning.

I don't know what scene I'll walk into tomorrow. Wether it's Barbara crying on my pale, cold, mother's bed. Or the two of them bickering about Adele's latest album. It's all up to fate I guess.

I probably wouldn't be in all this shit if my father stepped up and didn't tell alll those little white lies . . .

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Authors Note

Hey! Welcome to my new story! I have written a story on wattpad that got 300 reads but I hated how quickly it was escalating so I deleted it. I see this story to be like "After" (by imaginatorxd go check her out) as in like a series. So I hope you enjoy. All the lads are from London just a heads up. And Harry is in college.

Enjoy!
xx
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