They Call Him Crazy

~Chapter One~

*back to January, 23 2002*

Anne's POV

The phone began ringing while I began making dinner for tonight. I quickly walked over to it and picked it up.

"Hello?" I spoke into the phone.

"Hello, Mrs. Styles." The voice spoke.

"Miss Cox." I corrected, nicely.

"Ah, yes. I was calling to inform you about your son Harold." The voice spoke.

"What happened Mr..?" I trailed off.

"Jameson, but please call me Jeff." He replied.

"Okay, Jeff. What happened?" My nerves started kicking in.

"Harold sent a boy to the hospital, then blamed it on his 'crew.'" Jeff replied.

The phone fell my hands. My body began to shake and I fell to the ground. Tears spilt from my eyes as I tried to gather everything that the principle just said. Harry hurting someone? That's not likely to happen. He was always a shy, but caring kid. He would never hurt anyone.. Would he?

I slowly picked the phone back up and brought it to my ear.

"Wh-what will happen t-to Harry?" I asked, positive I already knew the answer.

"He will be expelled, ma'am." He replied.

And I was right. I stood up with the phone pressed against my ear.

"Should I- do you want me to come g-get him?" I choked.

"Yes, ma'am please." He replied.

With that, I hung up the phone and started crying, again. I walked over to the door, grabbed my keys and coat and walked outside. The wind was rough and it was freezing out here. I hurriedly got into my car and turned the heat on. This has to be the coldest winter we have ever had. Sighing, I started the car and drove to Harry's school.

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Once I got to his school, I got out and quickly walked into the main office. Standing in front of me, was a blonde teenager, who looked about 18, maybe 19. She was wearing a short pencil skirt and a v-neck. She looked completely slutty for a school attendant, to be honest.

"Who are you here for, miss?" The blonde asked me while pulling her v-neck down more.

"Harry Styles." I replied.

The blonde nodded and left to go into, what I believe, is the principle's office. I decided on taking a seat in one of the red-velvet chairs while I waited for the arrival of my son. About five minutes later, the principle came out with the blonde right behind him. She gave him a wink before returning to her original post.

Told you, she's a slut.

"Are you Miss Cox?" Jeff asked.

"Yep, but please, call me Anne." I smiled slightly.

"Your son is in my office, Anne. Please follow me." Jeff spoke with no emotion.

I nodded and stood up from my chair to follow the principle. His office was larger then I expected a principle's office to look like. It was quite scary, honestly. He had pictures of all the teachers on his wall. They're probably all the girls he f-

"Anne, your son is in a lot of trouble." Jeff interrupted my thoughts.

"I know." I sighed.

Harry looked up at me with tears in his eyes. My only son is crying. And that really tore my heart up.

"No you honestly don't." Jeff scoffed.

"Harry, go wait out in the main office please, this talk is going to be between adults." I spoke through gritted teeth.

"Okay mummy." Harry spoke so I only heard.

He walked out of the room and closed the door on the way out.

"So what the hell is so bad that he did?" I asked, impatiently.

"Your son caused my son to break his arm and paralyzed him." Jeff spoke bitterly.

What?

"Well, what exactly went down?" I asked.

"Well.." Jeff began the story and I took a seat in a leather chair.

*the fight*

Harry's POV

I sat alone for free time, like usual. So I decided on talking to my crew. They were always there to talk to. They are my only friends.

"Styles." John called me out in class.

I stayed quiet. Speaking to people was something I never did in school.

"Styles, you're such a stupid poo-poo head!" John yelled, making everyone laugh, even my teacher, Mrs. Roberts.

This happened everyday. I would get bullied by John, and nobody would help me. This has gone on since I started kindergarten.

"Styles is a lonely loser." John laughed and moved closer to me.

Ignoring him was the best option I had right now.

"Styles has no friends." John laughed.

Now John was right next to my ear when he spoke the next thing.

"Styles, I fucked your sister, hard. I think her name was Genevive, or something like that." John smirked.

"N-no you didn't." I spoke just below a whisper.

"Yes I did. I fucked her last night." John started making moaning noises.

This is too much for me to take in. I stood up from my seat and pushed John, hard.

"You want a fight, huh Styles?" John half smirked.

I didn't reply.

"Fine. You got yourself a fight." John lurched towards me and tried to hit me, but one of my crew stopped him.

My crew started punching and slapping him. I wanted it to stop, but I couldn't control them. It was something I could never do. They had a mind of their own.

The fighting had gone on about three minutes, before one snapped his neck and paralyzed him.

John's body fell to the floor. And he wasn't moving. The other kids in class began screaming and I was frozen.

"Harry Edward Styles! Down to the principle now!" The teacher screamed.

I nodded and ran out of the class, without looking back.

*end of fight*

Anne's POV

Harry couldn't have done that. He wouldn't even hurt a poor bug.

"So your son is expelled. Unless.." Jeff smirked.

"Unless what?" I asked, nervously.

Jeff moved closer to me and pinned me against the wall.

"Unless I can fuck you." Jeff smirked.

I pushed him off with disgust. I spit at him and quickly escaped his office. Harry was patiently sitting in the waiting room, and I grabbed him and ran. Once we were outside, I had Harry sit up front and buckle up.

"What's wrong mummy?" Harry quietly spoke.

"Nothing, but you're in lots of trouble." I replied.

Harry softly sighed and stared out of the window as I began our long drive home.