Drunk (Harry Styles FanFic)

My Hurtful Homecoming

"She doesn't want to see you, Harry!" Jason spat in my face. He must of taken whatever confidence I had because now it felt like I was the one that just got beaten up, not him.

"Don't say that..." I lost myself in my words. I released his collar that I had somehow grabbed again and fell back onto my butt. I was defeated. Maybe she doesn't want to see me..?

"Don't go home, Harry. Just do us all a favor and don't," he said harshly as he pulled himself up off the ground and dusted himself off. He wiped the blood from his face, straightened his hat and went back inside like he didn't just get the shit kicked out of him, while I just remained on the ground like I was beaten. More like kicked straight in the heart.

Heather came quickly over to my side and picked me up from under my armpits. I stood shakily, no longer hungry, just saddened. "Let's just go..." I mumbled and starting shuffling towards the car. I no longer wanted to go to Cheshire but Heather did and that meant I had to too. She hesitated but soon enough I heard her steps behind my own, heading for her car where I'll sit in silence the rest of the ride home. It felt like a part of me died when he reassured what was already floating around in the back of my mind as a possibility. Maybe she was just done with me. Maybe she just couldn't take it anymore. Maybe, just maybe, it was all my own fault.

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"Harry! Just stop! Please!" I heard Kat's voice reverberate through my head. She was mad. We were arguing. But to me it just seemed like 'out thing' to argue. That she'd be over it by morning? I guess I was sadly mistaken.

"There's no reason to stop, Kat! I did nothing wrong!" I retaliated. This argument just so happened to be about my partying. Usually she went with me and all the boys plus their girls and had fun, but tonight was different. I had girls hitting on me and I never did anything about it. I didn't push them away. I didn't tell them I had a girlfriend. Nothing. I did nothing about it and now she's mad.

"You never said one WORD about me!" She was near tears and I was still defending myself even though I know I could have prevented this discussion. 

"You know I just can't go around turning all these girls away! It's my image! It wasn't by choice! That was what management made me and I can't change just because of an unhappy girlfriend! This is my career we are talking about!" I was telling the truth, it was my image. But I wasn't forced to follow it so strictly. Even if I had a girlfriend girls still swooned, it was inevitable. It's not like I can just get a girlfriend and these girls will accept it. They are psychotic! And so is management...

I'm not their 'hanger'.

"You know what? Whatever Harry! I'm going to sleep. In here." She was referring to our bedroom. Translation: I was meant to sleep on the couch, again.

"Fine!" I shouted as I stomped out of the room and into our living room. If only I knew that would be the last conversation we would ever have. It wasn't happy. It wasn't sweet. I woke up to an empty house with all her stuff gone and my airplane necklace on the kitchen counter.

She was gone.

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"Harry. Harry. Harry." Someone was shaking my shoulders. I popped my eyelids open. It was Heather. "We're here," she spoke softly. I must have fallen asleep on the way here. And that altercation with Jason probably brought on mine and Kat's last conversation. The one that ended it all. Wonderful.

"Yeah, I'm up." I straightened up against the back of the seat from my slumped position in the passenger seat. I followed Heather by unbuckling my seat belt and exiting the car. It was bright so I put my hand over my eyes to shield them from the harsh light.

"We're at your place," she explained as I examined the outside of my old house. My mum's. It was so different. I guess that kind of stuff happens when you don't go home for so long. She's probably dying to see me. God knows I need some motherly love right now after all I've been through lately.

"Thanks," I stated as we climbed the walkway steps to the front door, her behind me. I pushed open the door to my mum's house and said loudly, "I'm home!"

I heard a squeal from somewhere deep in the house. Must be mum. "Harry baby!" Yep, definitely mum. She came speeding around the corner in a flurry of dark hair and pale skin.

"Hey mum." I enclosed her in a tight hug, taking in her motherly smell. The smell of home as well. Of how I missed this house. This woman. This life.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming home?" she said with a huge grin plastered on her face, the first genuine smile I had seen in what felt like years.

"It was a surprise. Heather came too." Heather came out from her position behind me to greet my mother with a hug and a smile.

"How are you two?" mum asked with a hint of worry and a feign line forming between her brows.

"Good really Ms. Cox. I just had the weekend free and wanted to come see my mum and when I bumped into Harry he said he'd accompany me here." She beamed at my mother with excitement.

"What about you babe? What made you want to come see your mother? Her dazzling personality is what I'm guessing!" my mum joked with me.

I threw her a fake smile, the one I've perfected over the past months, and said, "Oh for sure. You personality is totally what drew me back home and not my bed at all!" If only she knew the actual reason, me wanting to get away from the boys for a while. Hopefully she hadn't seen that recent interview, otherwise there would be loads more questions to come.

She tapped my arm slightly before what looked like an idea popped into her crazy little mind. "Oh honey! Guess who's here!" she said brightly. I gave her a confused look before she dragged me by the arm into the kitchen with Heather following. There sitting at the bar was the one person I had been searching for for months. The one who told her brother she didn't want to see me, that she didn't love me anymore.

Katarina Demming.