Harry Styles - Excuse Me

Chapter 11 ~ I Won't

Harry's Pov

"Harry!" she called my name interrupting my rant.

"What?!?"  I asked.

"My backpack is still on the street."  she answers. I still didn't get it.

"Wait Melster you don't nee- wait you're camera is in there."  I said finally understanding why she would care.

"Exactly" . She said getting up.  I couldn't watch this again. I had to stop her it can't happen again.

"Wait, I'll get it for you." I said also getting up. Faster! I couldn't as mucj as I wanted to.

"Nah it's okay I can get it."  she said smiling at me before walking on the street just like the first time.

"MELODY!!" I yelled as loud as I could.  But it still happened.

I sit up, waking for the dream. and immediately look out my window.  Just to be disappointed when I don't see my best friend's room but a whole different house.  Ever since the accident I've been doing that for the last year.  I feel a tear rolling down my cheek and I wipe it away. I sigh and lay back down.

Ever since that happened I had been going to the places we would go the most waiting to hear from her or see her. After a while I started to lose hope. I couldn't even bring myself to cross the street I lost her on. If only it was a nightmare the first time.

"Harry, breakfast!" My mom yells from down stairs.  I sigh and pulling on a t-shirt and getting off of my bed. "Hey sweetie." my mom says when I reach the kitchen.

"Hey Mom." I muttered.  She put a plate in front of me with eggs, bacon, and hash brown.  "Thanks." I said before eating. I finish before heading off to my room again. I lay down on my bed again lookimg at the ceiling.

"Bye Harry!" my mom yells before leaving to work. I get dressed for school and hear the front door slam open. Oh no. I run down the stairs and see my dad stumbling in.

"Harry! My boy!" he hugs me. His breath reeking of alcohol. I push him off of me which causes him to stumble back.  "Harry, how dare you disrespect your father!" he yells.

"You're drunk." I say bluntly.

"I am still your father!" he says before slapping me. I take a step back and hit the wall. He spits at me. "You're fucking weak. Ever since that girl happened.  Get over it!" he yells hitting me again. I slide down the wall holding my cheek. He heads out the door but not before reminding me not to tell my mom about this.  I grab my backpack and walk out of the door, locking it.  I check the mailbox just in case. There was advertisements, bills, and a different looking envelope. It was for my mom. So I slipped them under the door. Walking to one of my good friend's house. I hadn't been able to call someone else my best friend because Melody is, but one can have other best friends. I reach their house that is twice the size of my own and ring the doorbell.

"Hey Harry!" Zayn says when he opens the door.

"Hey. " I say as he moves to the side to let me through. Zayn lives with his dad and his mom left him, his dad, and his little sister when he was younger and I had met him at a park when he took his sister, the thing was he went to a different school. But he wasn't from here, he likes talking about it as much as I do about Melody, I guess.

"What happened to your face?" he asks inspecting my cheek.

"Dad." I simply say "Is it bad?" I ask.

"A little," he says "You should really tell your mom, dude, This isn't the first time you've come over like that." he said worried.

"I'm fine, Zayn. " I say annoyed when he goes to touch me I push his hand away from my face.