Resurrection (Harry Styles Fan fiction)

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HARRYS POV:

"I think she may have killed herself" he says. No she couldn't.. She wouldn't do that to herself, or to me. She loved me and loved herself. She wasn't depressed anymore, once I took her in. She changed. I changed her.

"That's fucking bullshit!" I scream and stand up. John backs up in fear and puts his hands up in defense. How could he have the nerve to come here and tell me this? No matter what Rachel hears, she would never kill herself. That's outrageous.

"It's just a theory" John defends himself.

"Well I don't want to hear you're damn theories!" I scream again and step closer, pointing my finger at him.

"Alright, forget I ever said anything. But here, you might want this" John says and hands me a letter. It reads:

"Rachael Lynn Parker

September 12th 1992-May 23rd 2014

Join us on June 17th for a word in prayer and to recognize the our dear Rachael and the wonderful life she lived"

A funeral invitation?

"You planned a her damn funeral without me?" I ask sternly. This man is bullshit..

"I've been knocking on you're door non stop for the last fucking month!" He yells back and stands up.

"You have been out or Racheal's life for almost 10 years! You have no right to come here and act like you know shit! Do you know what she's been through?" I scream back. I standing in my living room in a pair of boxers arguing with my dead girl friends father who has not seen her since she was 9. What a great way to spend my life. Now that I think about it, this is the most exiting thing that has happened to me in a month.

My outrage makes a smile grow on his face. His mood changed quickly and he chuckles. Stepping closer, his grin becomes wider, and his laugh gets creepier. He slowly starts to walk around me.

"That's so cute... Pretty little boy comes and saves the sobbing girl on the park bench and they live happily ever after? Pretty little boy thinks he is everything to her, and that he can save her from anything?" He says, not breaking eye contact with me. "Well guess what, she left! She left you! You couldn't save her and she's dead now!" He screams and comes inches to my face.

My hands are on his jacket collar in seconds and I have him pinned up against the wall.

"How the hell did you know about the park bench?!" I scream through my teeth. His smile has not disappeared, even with my hands around his neck. His breath smells like whiskey and I see a few of his teeth are missing. Fucking creep.

"I know more than you will ever know" he says and his voice becomes serious.

I tighten on his collar and push him harder against the wall.

"Get the fuck out of this house" I scream and release him. I watch as the filthy bums sneakers leave a dirt trail on the carpet as he walks out of the house.

The door slams shut and I try and pull my thoughts together. What does he mean when he says he knows more than I do? He's been in jail..

I am so fucking done with this. I'm done with these people, and I'm done with this place.

I walk into the kitchen and grab a bottle of Vodka that's on the counter that was from one of the times me and Rachel...

No. I cannot think about her right now. I need an escape. I open the top and begin to chug down as much as I can at once. The strong taste gives me an overwhelming pleasure, making my eyes roll to the back of my head. I sit down on the kitchen floor, in front of the door and drink until it's gone. My eyes are watering from over drinking and I am seeing double of everything. But I can't stop now. I have just begun. In fact, I am JUST getting started.

I reach for another bottle on the counter but I miss, and it crashes to the ground. The liquid is spreading across the hard wood and under the door, soaking me and my clothes. I grab another and drink until I cannot see the clock anymore. Sooner or later, everything turns black.

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JOHNS POV:

I walk out of there condo complex and start my car. I cannot get over how egotistical that boy is. He thinks he could save her. He acts like he is the toughest shit. But in reality, he's no more than a pathetic 21 year old boy who wants a smooth ass to come home to and slap.

Hmm.. A nice ass sounds nice right now. I Wonder how many whores would be willing to give me a good time at 6 in the after noon.. Maybe I'll drive around and see if any prostitutes are working at this hour.

As I drive around looking, That pathetic Harry keeps crawling his way back into my mind. I wonder what he will think when or if, he finds out I am not actually "John" Rachael's father, I am Dave. Her step father.

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