8 Months of Hell

(A Larry Stylinson Fanfic) Chapter 2. Eggs and Pancakes

Chapter 2 - Eggs and Pancakes

"Eggs or Pancakes" mum said to me knocking on my door. I froze with my arm on show I quickly divided my arm under the covers as she made her way closer to me and entered the room. I quickly realized she was speaking from behind the door the first time and didn't see my arm. Phew. Relief filled my body as I nearly crumbled in the pit of my bed. I didn't feel like eating and after the comments of yesterday it seems I don't need any more food as strangers and people I know left comments on how fat I was and it's as if I have to get skinny to prove them wrong.

"Erm...I'm not hungry" I mumbled still deep in my covers. My stomach rumbled as if by fate and my mum let out a yell of laughter. "your belly tells me otherwise" she laughed and walked out the room "I'll get the maple pancakes ready and scramble your eggs" she yelled whilst walking down the staircase.

The same staircase I merely fell down and blacked out on yesterday and it was like it never happened but it did and I was me.

I put on a large wooly jumper in the middle of summer. The room was stuffy from the heat outside and I slowly made my way downstairs. I know wearing a massive green jumper made for chirstmas may seem ridiculous for july weathee but my jack wills jumpers were in the wash and I couldn't let my mum see my arm, she'd go insane SHE WAS A NURSE! She'd know what exactly it was and when it happened and I couldn't let that happen! she'd send me to a loony bin and I need my gcse's if I ever hope to leave this village and make something of myself...that's if I make it pass 16.

I slumped down on the kitchen chair burying my hands in my head and starig vaguely at my mum as she made my breakfast. I sighed remembering slightly the vague memories of yesterday and yet I was numb. It's as if I was okay that it happened which was strange as the last time something traumatic like this happened was when my dad walked out halfway through dinner one time and never returned...

"Mum why do we never talk about dad" I let out and just like yesterday, silence clouded the air and it's like my life was meant to be full of pointless awkward silences.

"Harry, there are some things I don't want to talk about" she silently said cooking my breakfast.

"But why...why does everyone else get a happy home and I'm stuck"

"Stuck where? Here with your own mum. Let me call childline your life is so bad" she joked, hoping I'd laugh too but I never I just stared at her as the eggs in the frying pan sizzled and the scent of  pankcakes filled the air.

"Come on Harry, have a sense of humour you may be ugly but at least you have pankcakes" she said giggling. "Ugly" that word had haunted me my whole life and now my mum was saying it yes I am overreacting but after yesterday and that's run of jokes I'm in no mood to 'joke'.

"Fuck you mum, fuck you." I yell walking out and throwing various utensils on the floor.

"Harry" she screamed and just as she did. The pancakes flew out the toaster as if by fate. "No mum, you never talk to me, I haven't talked to dad in nearly a decade and when was the last time Gemma could be arsed to pick up the phone! Fuck you, im sure you have work in a few hours where you can talk to strangers all day long" I screamed, bursting with rage.

"Well you can talk to Louis, he's only waiting in the garden and he said thank you when I gave him he's pancakes" she said smirking passing me the pancakes across the island as if she had ignored everything I just said.

I froze and then made my way back into the kitchen. The kitchen windows were open and the doors which lead out to the garden were too so surely he hadn't heard all of that! He heard how tore I am with my mum and how upset I am with my Dad. He must have. I was nearly crying as I swore at my mum.