The Vow || Harry Styles

Chapter 8: It Will All Be All Right

Chapter 8: It Will All Be All Right

I wasted three fucking years of my life. Three years. That's a fucking long ass time to be with someone... and to have them cheat on you in the end. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't wrap my head around it. Just... why? Why did Devon do that? Why didn't he just break up with me if he didn't want to be with me anymore?

I took another swig of the bottle of red wine I stole from the kitchen an hour ago. I stared up at the ceiling, my eyes burning from all the crying and lack of sleep. My life was absolutely destroyed. I had my whole life planned out ahead of me, but now at 27 years old, I am single and just a fucking mess. I won't be married soon. I won't have kids soon. That plan had just been thrown down the drain just like that.

"Benny?" I heard a knock on my bedroom door. I drank the last remaining bit of wine and placed the bottle on my bedside table with a loud thud. I didn't have the energy to call out to my mum, so I sat up against my headboard and watched as she carefully opened the door. She took a step in, her mouth curved into a cautious smile.

"Did you get some rest?" She asked as she sat on the edge of my bed.

"Not a wink."

I watched as my mum looked at the bottle of wine, her face instantly falling into a sad expression. "Ben," she whispered to me.

"I know. Number one rule; don't drink when you're sad. But I just couldn't help it. I was wide awake the whole night with my thoughts."

"Just don't do it again, okay? You know what could happen if you do."

"I know."

"I made your favourite breakfast. Take a shower and come down, okay?"

"Okay." My mum leant forward and patted my leg with her hand, a comforting smile on her face. I let out a breath and gave her a smile too, feeling so appreciative of having amazing parents.

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The shower didn't help at all because of course a fifteen-minute shower wouldn't suddenly resolve all the problems in my life—but I was hoping that it would somehow make me feel a bit better. I was wrong.

"My goodness, Benny! What happened to your ankle? You're limping."

Well shite, I thought to myself.

"Mum, it's fine. I accidentally sprained it yesterday but it's no big deal," I said as I sat down at the table across from my dad. My mum (being my mum) sprang into action and pulled out another chair beside me so I could hoist my foot up and proceeded to get a bag of frozen peas from the freezer.

"No big deal?!" My mum shouted as I lifted my foot up on the chair. I looked at my ankle and I was surprised myself to see how swollen and purple it was. I noticed the pain as I got off from bed earlier, but I didn't think it would be this bad.

My dad peeked a look and his face cringed when he saw it. "Geez, what did you do, Ben?"

"I went for a walk last night and went to the park. I was up on the monkey bars, but turns out it's a lot harder to get down than it looks... I lost my touch." There was no point in lying.

"Ben, you have to be more careful," Mum lectured me as she gently placed the bag of peas on my ankle. I winced at the pain and the sudden coldness from the peas. Mum then took out the food from the oven and prepared my plate. My stomach grumbled loudly when my mum's full English breakfast was placed in front of me.

"I'm going to live with Harry and Olivia," I blurted out. I saw in my peripheral vision my mum and dad looking at each other. "Just temporarily while I find an apartment because their house is much closer to the school than here so it's easier for me in the mornings. Harry was the one who offered—he texted me last night saying that Olivia is fine with it. And they're going back to Manchester today so I'm going to tag along with them when they leave."