Loose Change (Harry Styles Fan-Fic) Book 2 (IN EDITING)

Part thirty

Harry's POV

I don't know whether to be pissed off or thrown off, so as I lock myself in Aiden's bathroom, I decide to just be off, because I don't really know what to feel at this moment other than that. I'm just completely fucking off.

"Harry. Please say something." I hear my mother beg through the line.

I rub my face with my free hand out of frustration. I would usually lick my lips when I'm this out of it, but Jane always says that I do that, and right now I don't want to think about her. She pretty much committed treason by putting me on the spot like that, but then again I'll probably get over it since I can't bring myself to think negatively about the red head who thinks she's a strawberry blonde when she's really a fucking red head. God damn her.

"I'm here." I spit out, feeling my grip around my phone tighten. I'm not mad at her. Actually, scratch that, I'm furious with her. I worked hard to get her to ignore me, and now she's rebelling and calling me on Christmas, crying and getting me choked up as well. You're a man damn it. Men don't act like this. But then again, men don't also scream at their sister when they're drunk, take advantage of women, and just do all the shit I've done, so really I'm not a man. But a thing. And since I'm unsure whether or not things cry, if I do end up shedding a tear, at least I'll have an excuse.

"I've missed your voice." She whispers.

I feel my mouth drop a little and I quickly sniffle, no I can't allow her to forgive me that easily. I won't have it.

"I-I"

My plan to just shut her out and hang up on her is failing as I just remain speechless on the phone, breathing while hearing her breath.

"Gemma forgives you Harry. She actually forgave you about a few hours after the incident happened. It has been almost a year... Please just communicate with us again. Come home for Christmas. Let me say happy birthday to you. Just let me back in your life."

I try to respond with an excuse, but instead I just do the opposite. Maybe if I actually visit them once, at least once I mean...that wouldn't be so bad would it? I could still make them hate me afterwards, I just kind of want to hear them breathing, but not through the phone, but face to face.

"Yeah." I simply reply.

I begin pacing back and forth through the widely large bathroom before sitting down on the toilet seat.

I hear her sigh, and I sniffle again.

"So does that mean you forgive me?" She questions.

I shut my eyes closed and I lean my body forward, resting my face in my free hand, my elbow resting on my knee.

"Why would I forgive you if you did nothing wrong in the first place. I was the one who screamed at Gemma drunk up the ass. I was the one that made you to sad. I was the one that ruined everything and that will always ruin everything an-"

"Harry. Stop. You aren't the destructor, you're the one that's destroyed."

And at that, all the barriers I built shattered. I cried, and if things don't cry, then I fail at that too.

"I'm so sorry mum, I-"

"Why would I forgive you if you did nothing wrong in the first place." She repeats my words from just a moment before, tearing me even more. Damn. Put yourself together.

I know she's lying to spare my sanity, but her words are just adding to my guilt. Fuck, I have no idea what to do.

"Come home. At least for a few days." I hear her say.