Torn (harry styles)

43- Spitefull

When I arrive in my house I don't know what to do with myself.

My heart rate is still racing from me and Harry's conversation and I'm almost trembling.

"Skye?" My mum's small voice sounds through the hall way, followed by the sound of crutches.

"Mum!" I smile, but then frown "Why are you out of bed?"

She laughs weakly and shakes her head.

"Don't worry about me darling, I heard you coming through the door and I thought I must greet you! How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine mum, let's get you back to bed and then we'll talk."

She nods and I escort her back to her room and into bed, she looks at me through worn but loving eyes and I feel so blessed to have her.

We talk about my operation, I tell her about how much my stomach had been hurting and how I didn't realise how serious it was. We talked about the party, and how it got so bad that I knew I needed help.

"Yes it was very good of Dexter, luckily you have him or god knows what could've happened." Mum says and a sicky feeling rumbles inside me.

"What do you mean?" I gulp.

"The hospital said you had a male friend with you, by your side the whole time. I'm assuming and hoping that was Dexter."

Another bullet of pain fires into me as that unknowing assumption. The assumption that me and dexter are still some Harry couple.

However, it does annoy me that my mum used the word 'hope'.

"No, actually it wasn't. It was Harry."

A look of shock, judgement and disgust flashes across her crinkled face and she looks me up and down.

Seeing her look at me this way, makes me feel like she is tugging out my insides, organ by organ.

"Why didn't you just get Dexter to take you? I'm sure he would have, you didn't need to go with some other boy. I'm going to be honest with you honey, I'm not fully sure your making the right decisions for yourself by seeing this Harry boy. Especially when you have someone like dexter already."

Her little speech has pushed me over the edge. She knows absolutely jack and she has no right to judge me or tell me what to do.

"Actually mum, I couldn't have. Dexter is a complete user and a tool. He never liked me this entire time and he played me for a joke. So actually just keep to what you know for sure before you start judging me for something like being with a boy who actually seems to give a damn." And with that, I leave the room. I leave her lying in bed.

I don't want to look at her, small pings of guilt are smacking into me about the way I just spoke to her, but if she's going to judge Harry and say he's a bad decision before even meeting him then she can think again.

Right?

Okay maybe I'll just go and apologise later,