Bully to Bully

Thanks For The Memories

HARRY'S MUM'S P.O.V

Kicking me out of a God-damned hospital, who do they think they are?! That's my son! Stupid policemen as well, daring to suggest that I was the attacker! How dare they! I waved the bottle up to my mouth and pluckered my lips around the rim. The strong scent of vodka licked my tongue as I guzzled down the contents. I was glad I kept a spare in the car. BEEEEEP!! I swerved gracefully out of the way of the oncoming cars and slowly rolled my middle finger up at the prick who made me spill my drink.

Sssslowww? Ssslow? I tried to read the sign approaching but it kept on flickering and duplicating. Ahh, I shrugged, couldn't be that important. I tilted the bottle back and took a generous swig. I've been looking for an answer lately, guess I've found it in a bottle. God, after he left- my mouth has been so dry. Just looking for another taste in my mouth, something that lingers and burns. When you breathe, it's there. Something bitter-sweet. I was looking for a lover and I found one in a bottle.

Oh sweet Harry, how the world will ruin him.

I-I notice him bleeding and hear him crying in the night. But my love slurs my words so that I can't speak. It knocks me out at night time, Harry's time, as I am so deeply- so ever much deeply in love, you see. And Harry, I do try to walk but I'm head over heels in love you see so I always end up on the floor, but in love. The love is so good Harry you know, I would share with you- let you feel the warmth but I can never run dry again.

Too scared of being dry so I get high.

And I see your bruises and for a moment I think, how? But then the bottle has my answer so I wonder further into its depths. But all I know is that Lewisss is a good boy, he will sort you out. But Harry you're grown up now so grow up!

I looked down at the beautifully shaped glass rolling like the sea in my hand, I loved all of its curves, how easily I can take what I want, how I am in control this time. Never men. No, never again men. Only drink.

The huge horn surrounded me, drowning all sound out, the bottle shimmered as light filled the space around me; but I never looked away from my love. The horn became too loud and melted into a drowning hum.

"Oh how I love you." I smiled and sipped again as my mouth became raw but the truck burst my lungs before I coud love once more.

LOUIS' P.O.V

"We're sorry Mr Styles, there was nothing we could do. She died at the scene of the accident."

Ohmygod. I-I. This, this all just happened at once. I hate myself. I HATE MYSELF!! IF I HAD NEVER BEAT UP HARRY, THEN HE WOULDN'T BE IN HOSPITAL AND HIS MOTHER WOULDN'T BE DEAD!! I HATE MYSELF!!

My eyes burned and prickled but I couldn't cry because this was not about me, I had my mum standing right behind my seat- clutching my shoulder. No, this was about Harry. Harry who has two broken ribs, a broken nose, two fractured fingers, 7 stitches on his head, so much bruising and a jaw stuck open in shock of his mother's death.

"We are very sorry about your loss and if there is anything we can do to help we'll do our best-" Lies. "Ma'am?" They asked my mum.

"Yes Officer." She choked.

"May we speak to you outside for a moment?"

"Y-Yes of course, let me just," She squeezed out from behind the back of my chair and straightened her uniform as she approached the officers. They walked out of the room and as my mum turned back around to close the door, I noticed her tear-stained cheeks.

I looked to Harry. His mouth had closed now and he was just staring. His gaze was fixed to a position but he wasn't really seeing anything. He was- as no better way to describe it- shell shocked. Utterly frozen. Dead with eyes open and back straight. He was still in his bed. The bed I had put him in. He'd seemed to have fallen back into his pillows when the news was first broke to him but he hadn't moved since. What do I do? It was a bit awkward. But then it wasn't at the same time because if it was an awkward situation, we would both be feeling awkward but by just looking at Harry- I don't think he even knew I was there. I had to say something.