All over again (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 14

(Harry's P.O.V.)

  I was scared out of my mind. Was my dad going to beat me soon? When Louis called I tried to calm myself down before answering the phone. He had explained to me about the audition and how we really had a chance to actually become famous. This had always been a dream of mine and I was willing to pursue it so I agreed to audition.

  This made me forget all about my dad. It was just so exciting, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity to become famous. Once I hung up, my door slammed open. "Who was that? Was it that faggot that doesn't even love you. That would be no surprise because nobody does." he said as he chuckled.

  I could feel my heart ripping slowly in half. But he wasn't done yet. "Who would even love such a fag like you! Why are you still on this earth!" he yelled at me. He said way more things but I couldn't hear anymore because I covered my ears. I was shaking my head back and forth screaming "No! Stop it!". That seemed to make him pissed.

  He took the belt off his pants and began to whip me with it. He didn't stop. He just seemed to beat me harder and faster. "STOP!" I yelled. This seemed to make him even more pissed. He hit me even harder that I started to bleed a bit.

  He just laughed as he hit me. This showed what a cold hearted bastard he was. He didn't even feel one bit of sadness. Once he was satisfied with the beating, he threw the belt at me and walked away. I just sat there and cried. My scars from my past cutting had already healed so I decided to make fresh ones instead.

  I grabbed a razor blade from my drawer and began to cut my wrist only. I didn't go any further because then Louis would notice them. I cut on both wrists and dropped the blade. It didn't really hurt because I was already used to pain. I just let the blood drip on my shirt because I didn't even care anymore.

  Maybe I shouldn't be on this earth anymore. No. Stop this Harry Styles. You do deserve to be on this earth. You were put on this earth for a reason. And my reason was to sing and make people feel good about themselves. I wiped the blood and put some cream on the cuts.

  I then headed to the shower to rinse off the rest of the blood from my body. My dad was wrong and I knew it but I still seemed to believe him somehow. I just ignored it and finished washing up. I wrapped a towel around my waist and opened the door. I headed to my room to get changed.

  There was a knock on the door and I told them to come in. It was my mother and she had just come back from work. She saw the belt marks on my back and asked what happened. I gulped and told her that I was clumsy and hurt myself. I knew she didn't believe the lie because she just said, "oh."

  She told me that she was going to her room to freshen up before she made lunch and then walked away. I'm guessing that she went to take a shower because I heard the water running. I got dressed and left a note that I was going out for a bit and that I would be back in time for lunch.

  What I didn't mention, was that I was going to a tattoo parlor. I have wanted tattoos for a long time, so today was the day to get them. I wanted a whole bunch of them. Since I couldn't make up my mind, I decided to get a whole bunch of tattoos. I finally arrived to the tattoo shop and told the tattoo artist all the tattoos I had wanted.

  He agreed to doing all of them and began to prepare the ink and needle. Once everything was set he began to tattoo my skin.

(Later)

  I had a lot of fresh tattoos on my skin. I arrived home and heard screaming. I slowly went up the stairs enough to hear my mum and dad screaming at each other. "You are not going to touch my son like that!"she yelled. "I can do whatever the fuck I want, he's my son too!" he yelled back.

  I didn't know what to do. So I headed upstairs to see what was happening. I walked into the room and both my mum and dad looked at me. "What the fuck did you do to your body!" my dad yelled at me. "This is my body and I can do whatever I want to it!" I yelled back.

  "See what a horrible mother you are! " he yelled at my mum. She began to cry. "She is not a horrible mother! You are a horrible father you bastard!" I yelled in his face. Before things got physical, I grabbed my mum's arm and took her downstairs.

  "Mum?" I asked. She was still crying but after a couple of minutes she started to calm down. "You are not a horrible mum" I comforted her. She hugged me and smiled. I hated seeing my mum sad, it just hurt me so much. She told me how beautiful my new tattoos were and I thanked her.

  I told her about the audition and she told me how proud she was. She also mentioned how we were going to make it and get signed. She said she could already imagine us at concerts performing for a huge audience. She said that we were going to do good and she also wished me luck.

  I hugged her and asked her if she was going to be okay. She nodded and kissed me on the cheek. She began to make lunch and I just thought in my head, "We might actually make it .."