Speechless (Harry Styles AU)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Eight

I drove to Harry’s in a blur. The signs and streets flew by without much thought. I could only imagine what was going on at Harry’s. I knew that his mother and he got into fights regularly but it was clear this was a whole new level of violence for all of them.

As I arrived at the Styles’ house I was met with a serine outside. Only the living room light was on and it shone brightly through the closed curtains. The house seemed still from the outside. Just like another American home, like every other picturesque home in the area.

I pushed myself out of the car and started towards the door. The moment I rose from the warm and protected seat of my car and entered the cool night air I heard the yelling. It was deafening. The night was completely still outside of the house but I knew once I entered there would be chaos.

My eyes flicked over to the neighbor on the left of the house to see a young woman standing at her kitchen window, her body silhouetted from the light behind her. It was clear the neighbors could hear what was going on inside this tiny little house but not a single one was doing something. Taking a deep breath I trudged my way forward and closer to the home. The front door was wide open and the light spilled into the night. Tentatively I stepped in the doorway and took in my surroundings.

Harry and his mother were standing in the torn apart living room, the coffee table turned on its side, the TV smashed in the center, and lamps shattered on the floor. Neither saw me enter the home their complete attention on each other their voices ringing off the walls of the house.

I had never seen Harry’s mother before and this was not the first impression I would have hoped to have in meeting her. She stood a few feet away from Harry her petite figure completely overcast by Harry’s large form. She had short curly brown hair that was the same as Harry’s. I pictured her very similar to what was standing before me except one very strong difference.

The woman in front of me was drunk beyond reason, her hair was frizzy and her makeup was smudged across her pale face. Her yelling words were slurred and barely comprehendible.

“You have no right to call yourself our mother!” Harry screamed his voice echoing loudly.

He was beyond rage now. This was over and above the ferocity that I saw when he was protecting me against Logan and Ryan. His curly hair was messier than normal and the side of his face was bright red, clearly his mother had slapped him but even in his rage Harry hadn’t left a mark on her.

Harry’s mother scoffed and sneered in response, “I never wanted to be your mother. I wanted to be Amelia’s mother and it’s your damn fault she died.”

This startled Harry and the hurt radiated across his face but he instantly responded, “you bitch.” He growled turn his back to her and slamming his fist hard into the wall behind him cracking the plaster wall.

The house shook from the blast and a loud whimper erupted from the bedrooms down the hall. As if I was invisible I made my way around the living room and towards the sound of the whimper trying to push out the deafening screaming of Harry’s mother.

I peeked my head into the first room I was met with an empty bathroom. Harry’s home was still foreign to me so this was going to be a room by room search. The next room was the same as the first, an empty bathroom. Another loud slam echoed from the living room this time it was followed by a loud cry. Pushing open the next door I saw the tiny and scared figured of Lucy, Finn and Tobias all huddled together on the floor.

Lucy cradled Tobias close to her chest and held a wet rag over his eye continuously rocking and shushing him. Finn loomed over the top of the two of them as if he was trying to use his body as a shield.