Anabel || Harry Styles

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MEET ERIC WELLINGTON ^^^

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**Harry's POV

I walk through the doors, leading to the huge mansion sending me a mixture of good and bad memories. I was greeted by the bright lights of the chandelier, the two way staircase and the familiar scent of the fireplace.

"Harry! My boy!" I hear Eric's voice echo throughout the walls of the empty house, as he made his way down the stairs.

"What do you want now?" I ask him, more harsher than intended.

"Why Harold, that is no way to talk to your father." He laughs, shaking his head.

This man ran around this place, flaunted it, made it his most price possession like he owned it, he didn't.

"Have you found her yet?" He asks, taking a sip from his wine glass.

"No. Why is it even important to you to find her?" I asked, my arms folded against my chest.

"Harold, Harold, Harold, my oh so clueless little boy." He smirks, a grimace of amusement plastered across his face.

"Have you forgotten? Her father had killed your mother, she's older now for me to send her behind bars. Don't you want that? A payment for your dear mothers death?" He circles around me, laughing slightly. He's sick and drunk.

"How could I forget? You tell me every time." I bit, my fist tightening.

I've never believed him, not even for a second. I knew what he did to my mother, it led me to believe that it was him who killed her.

My 10 year old self had his arms wrapped around a pillow, forcing the sleepiness to take him with it, though the sound of broken glass had interrupted his concentration.

"Mum?" He asks in the dark, the moonlight illuminating the room only slightly.

He hears another sound of breaking glass making him hug his pillow tighter.

"Mum?" He asks, his voice louder this time. He could hear shouting and yelling from outside.

His little feet padded along the unstable wooden floor towards his door. He pulls it open slightly, peeking out in the open.

"Its none of your business you fucking bitch!" His fathers voice had echoed through the hallways.

"Eric, Isabel is married!" His mother says calmly.

"She won't be forever!" Eric smashes a bottle on the ground making my young self flinch.

"Eric, stop." She was still trying to keep herself calm.

"You are not gonna stand between this, Margaret." Eric says between gritted teeth. The back of his hand had collided with her cheek sending her falling to the ground as he walks away.

My little self had found it impossible not to approach her, so he swings the door open with all his might running towards his dear mother.

"Mum." He says, worried.

"Oh Harry." She embraces the little boy in his arms, wiping away her tears before he could see.

"Mummy is alright." She sends him a reassuring smile, the little boy stubbornly shakes his head, unconvinced.

"No. Daddy hurt y-"