Invisible 2 (H.S. AU)

Chapter 36

Harry's P.O.V

"Do you really think that Harry?" My mother looked back at me, teary-eyed, from across the kitchen.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Victoria sat there on the counter, frozen in fear and I stood across the kitchen, very , much like a deer-in-the-headlights would.

"Mum I-" I said, but I didn't have a way to finish that sentence.

Did I mean everything I said? Yes, every word. Did I want my mother to hear it? Maybe, just not in that way though. I could have re-worded a few things and took a few things out for her sake.

I wanted to look to Victoria for support, hoping she would find the words of what to say but I knew at this point she would be useless.

"I-" I started again. "I... How much did you hear?" I asked. Maybe I should start with that, find out what she didn't hear so I would know if I had less to apologize for.

"I heard enough." She said firmly. "I knew you didn't like Allen but I didn't think it went this deep..." She puzzled over the worst person in my life. The worst thing to happen to our little family.

"Didn't know...? You didn't know I hated his fucking guts?" I spit.

"Harry!" Victoria and my Mum said at the same time.

"No, I'm serious. How could you not know? I told you how many times about him cheating on you? Do you know how many strange women he brought into the house? Women he likely fucked on your bed? " Both my girlfriend and my mum gasped at my choice in words but I was too angry to notice. I was just getting started.

"Harry Styles. You better watch you language and your tone. Do not talk about your father like that." My mum straightened her back and gave me a steely look.

"My... what?! Did you just call that monster my father?! He will never be my father! I don't have a father! Fuck him! I hate him!" I slammed my fists down on the coutertop, enraged. How dare she call him my father.

"Harry." I barely heard the small voice over the rage pounding around in my ears.

I looked up to see Victoria cowering in her spot, looking at me with wide, fearful eyes.

"You're scaring me." She whimpered.

I could see it. I saw it all over her face. My girl, terrified. At me.

Right now, I was no better than that man, scaring the innocent.

"Yeah, Harry you really need to calm down-" My mum chimed in.

Turning my gaze back to her, my anger came back full-fledged. And nothing was going to stop it.

"No! Don't tell me to calm down! This isn't a time to calm down! How else will I get you to listen? I've tried being quiet for years! Being the timid little boy like I was my whole childhood! Well now its time you know that truth! Now its time you finally listen to me! I am not that scared little boy anymore mum!" I had all of these angry feelings coursing through my body- too many to know what to deal with. And yelling only made me angrier. I had to find some other way to get it all out.

Blaming. Blaming people always worked.

"This is all your fault you know!" I turned my anger to Victoria. I've been blaming my mum my whole life and it hasn't ever worked. Maybe this would.

"W-what?" She shook with fear. I was too angry to notice though.

"You! With you're 'Oh tell her how you feel? That will make it all better!' Bullshit! Fucking bullshit! That is what started all of this shit! Without your brilliant idea we wouldn't be screaming at each other!"