Psychotica

Chapter 11

Harry's POV
~Flashback~

"Please mommy? Can we go away for spring break?" I plead, nicely. "Ask your father, and you need to get out of that 'mommy and daddy' phase. You're way too old for that shit now," she dismisses me. Ignoring her, I run upstairs and knock on daddy's door. He responds to come in and I enter. "Dad, before you say no, I want to tell you that I have never been anywhere outside of London and I know you say the world is dangerous, but what is life without a little danger, you know?"

"And your point of interrupting my porn watching, is?" "I want us to take a trip out of London. I want to go to America. Maybe Georgia," I squeal, excitedly. Dad chuckles to himself and says, "Why Georgia?" "Well, I feel like Georgia has a lot of historical facts that's important and that's the first state that popped in my head." He looks at me and furrows his eyebrows. "Ok, fine, yes. We can go," he smiles. "Thank you so much dad!" I squeal again. He gives me a half hug, mainly because one of his hands is in his pants. I look at his crotch disgusted then run downstairs to tell mom the good news.

"Daddy said we can go!" I skip around her, finding her in the kitchen. "Go sit down before your ass is too sore to go anywhere. Your father said yes, ay? Well, it should be pretty warm in Georgia around spring break. Maybe I should go purchase a bathing suit for the five star hotel we're staying at," Mommy smirks.

"Harry go get money from you're father, then get ready for school." "But Daddy only gives me money for lunch and-" "Well then give me the money for your lunch," she rolls her eyes. "But mom, I'll be hungry and we-," "I don't care!" She yells.

"Now!" She screams when she sees me stuck standing. Still not moving, she turns around and grabs a knife.

Seeing the knife makes me run and I go back upstairs to Dads room. I knock again and I can here him groaning and lacing out a string of curse words. He rolls his eyes, seeing me for the second time.

"Can I have money for lunch today? And mom wants to buy a bathing suit for the five star hotel we're staying at." As soon as those words leave my mouth, Dads eyes widen.

"Five star hotel, huh," he rubs his chin. He reaches over for his pants with one hand and grabs his wallet. "Here's twenty dollars, ten for you and ten for your mother. Now get out you little rascal," he says exhausted.

"Thank you, again," I smile. I reach back down and hand her the crisp twenty dollars. "Dad said to split the money so I can have ten dollars for lunch."

"You don't need money, you're just going to waste it on candy," she scoffs. "No mom, I swear, I use that to buy a sandwich everyday, and if I can save some for later, I eat it for dinner," I plead. Mom looks at me then back at the money. "Go, Harry," she says. "But-," "I said go!" She yells. Whimpering, I scurry out of the kitchen and get ready for school.

~Spring Break~

We land in Georgia and enter the crowded airport. Since its spring break, a lot of people want to get out of the states. I haven't been in America before so everything feels different.

Even when I speak, people look at me and adore my accent. "He's so cute," people whisper and stare like if I'm not human. I chuckle and we take our luggage, then enter a taxi. True to Daddy's words, we pull up to what looks like a five star hotel. We walk up to the teller at the desk and she looks at me with what seems like a fake smile.

"Names please?" She asks. "Harry Styles," I'm the first to say. "Haha, I think she meant the grown ups," mom says and shoves me to step behind her. I frown and look down ashamed. The lady gives dad the key card and we go to enter our room. My eyes almost pop out of my head looking at the room. How did Dad even afford all this?