Harry Styles BSM

78. DDM (Part 1)

DDM
HARRY’S P.O.V

I only lived because I was alive.

Wake up, go to work, eat, and sleep.

Just repeating the routines drilled into my body.

That was my life.

I work like I was punishing my body; I worked without thinking wanting to forget everything. After works and day-offs were torture, I used money to waste time, going to bars, pubs, getting wasted all the time. Taking a look at the reality, and it felt like things would break down from the ground up.

I hate this city. But there isn’t anything I can do to leave this city. I lived so I didn’t have to think about anything. I didn’t want to think about anything. I wanted to remain oblivious to everything. I thought of everything as a mistake. The fact that I met her, the fact that I dated her and married her, and the fact that I had a child with her; all of those were mistakes.

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I went home late Friday night from a pub, as usual killing my time by the use of alcohol or gambling. So it was Saturday, I didn’t have to go to work, since I only work at weekdays. Every Saturday, I’m starting the day by waking up late; tidying up the place that I left the whole week, so on and so forth. But this Saturday, things changed, the routine didn’t get to be followed.

I woke up by the knocking on the door, who on earth would come at this hour? I lazily stood up not even bothering to tidy up a bit and walked towards the door to see who it was, I was expecting to see the land lady or the bill guy but to my surprise it’s neither, Julie, my wife’s mother was standing there waiting for me to open the door with the same old smile still plastered in her face.

“Hello Harry, my dear” her smiling face looking up to me. I can’t help but to see the resemblance of the person I love in her. They both have the same eyes, same nose, even the same hair-line, same personality, and the way they act. She was really a carbon copy of her mother, and I will never forget both of them being a cry-baby.

“Julie?” there’s no hiding that I was surprised. “I’m so sorry, were you still asleep?” she asked feeling a bit sorry. But it was okay, I was supposed to wake up anyway.

“No, it’s alright. Are you alone?” I looked outside, looking for someone with her, or if she’d brought the old man (her husband) or Y/N, my only child, but I found no one.

“Yes, I came alone” she told me, still not wiping the smile off her face. Julie and  her family accepted me like I was a real member of the family, even when me and my wife weren’t still dating, they treated me like one. She pretty much became my own mother, my real mom died when I was still young making my father and I to leave the city where they met, we moved here and this is the place where I grew up. I was close to dad even when I was a child, but as we both grew older, we’ve drifted apart, just like a thick stoned wall have grew between us while we grow old, that’s how I started to manage to live alone. But when I met my wife, every pieces started to fall to their rightful places.

“Will you give me a moment? It’s really messy so I’ll clean-up” Julie offered to help me but it was embarrassing enough to see me here like this, luckily I managed to make her wait me into the garden. Once I was done tidying up the place and myself, I followed her there bringing some snacks and iced tea with me.

“It’s a very hot day isn’t it?” she told me as she observes the surroundings. Even though I’m living here alone, I’ve had someone who weekly clean things up, takes care of the house and the garden.