Invisible 2 (H.S. AU)

Chapter 38

Victoria's P.O.V

The ride home was silent. Tears streamed down her face more than half of the way... not that I was paying attention. I remained straight-faced, facing forward.

Arriving at my house, she parked the car. I didn't move. I just sat, staring at my hands in my lap.

She looked at me but didn't say a word.

"I'm sorry." I said. "I'm actually really sorry."

"About what?" She asked.

"About your life. Your marriage. Your son. Your financial troubles. Everything. I'm sorry."

When she didn't say anything, I continued.

"I feel sorry for you. That you have a way out of your horrible marriage but you won't take it. I'm sorry that you have to go back into that house to get abused, and that you will continue to go into that house until he kills you. I'm also sorry that your son is exhibiting the same hateful qualities that your husband is showing. But most of all... I'm sorry that I'm not staying."

"What do you mean by that?" She asked.

"This will be the last time we see each other. I need you to tell Harry that I can't see him anymore." Tears threatened to stream down my face, but I did my best to stop them. On the car ride here, I had made up my mind.

"Why?!" She asked, looking horrified.

"After what I saw and heard today... knowing Harry's anger is something he cannot control, even towards me. Knowing that he hasn't changed much since high school. He will still bully me when he is angry and knows just what to say to cut me the deepest. I thought that maybe it was something I could fix, or get past or help him through but no. After hearing about his step-father, seeing how he has hurt you and how you refuse to leave- Even how you defend him! I want no part in a family that runs on anger and violence. Please tell Harry I don't want to see him again."

She looked shocked after my speech, I'm sure having no idea what to say. Tears in her eyes, she nodded. I saw how much pain it put her in but one look into my steely eyes and she knew there was nothing she could do to change my mind. After all me and Harry had been through. I was finished.

No more Harry Styles.

 Anne's P.O.V (Harry's mother)

What have I done?

How was I supposed to tell Harry that his girlfriend no longer wants to see him? I can't help but feel that this was my fault.

Sure, it was Harry's temper that started it all but... I can't help but feel if I raised him better, if I didn't send him away, if I had only done something different, he wouldn't be in this mess right now. He wouldn't be angry... he wouldn't have just lost the love of his life.

My mind was flooded with guilt the entire ride back to Harry's apartment. What to say? How would he react? Not that I needed to ask that question, obviously he would be pissed but...

Walking up to the door, my hands shook so bad I dropped the keys after fumbling with the lock.

"Shit!" I mumbled, bending down to pick up the keys.

Finally getting the door open, I walked into Harry sprawled out on the couch. The familiar smell of alcohol hit me like a truck.

"Harry!" I snapped, waking him from his drunken slumber.

"Oh... Hhhhey mum. What's up?"

"Harry! Are you... drunk?!" I shrieked.

"Maybe... What's it to you?" He asked, sitting up to take another swig of the near-empty beer bottle in his hand.