The Bad Boy

Chapter 16

Hey! From now on, we will be doing a couple point of views in Harry's.It will switch back and forth from Harry's to Stephanie's. I hope you like it!

-Anna

Harry's P.O.V.

I landed in London an hour ago. The flight was painful, I could not stop thinking about poor mum. I don't know what I'm going to do without her. Not to mention Stephanie is as good as gone too. She will never forgive me.

I should have never gotten those drugs. I was a mess at the time, my dad had just died in a car accident and the day later, my mom was diagnosed with lung cancer. I was so lost and I needed something to help the pain go away. So, I moved to America and turned to drugs and alcohol. It made all of my problems go away for awhile, but soon, new ones were created. I was lost and needed help.

Then, I met Niall. He was the one who set me straight again. He made me get rid of the drugs and help me get back into a routine. Mum was getting better too, everything was gettting better.

Stephanie played a part in this too. She made me feel like I had someone to help even more. She always listened to whatever I had to say, however annoying it was. But now, she's gone.

I am back to where I started. Back in London, my hometown. Soon, there will be no one left but maybe Niall, if he is willing to forgive me.

All of these thoughts run through my mind as I ride to the hospital. I feel like I am going to puke. My world is spinning and I need someone. Everyone needs someone. I need Stephanie.

I get out of the car and walk up to the front door of the hospital. I take a deep breath. I don't know if I am going to be able to do this without tears being shed. It is going to be so weird not seing her in the kitchen of our small house.

I open the door and stumble into the main area. I go up to the front desk and ask what room my mum is in. The lady smiles and tells me her room number is 307. I silently walk to the long hallway to mum's room. When I reach the door, I take a deep breath. Then, I turn the knob and walk in.

My mother has a bunch of monitors and other things all around her. She is a mess. The last time I saw her was years ago, when she was still somewhat healthy. I was already feeling sick just from the stale anti-bacterial soap smell of the hospital, but I feel a hell of a lot worse now. She looks like she has aged 50 years since then now, her cheeks are sunked, and her skin is pale and stretched tight over her bones.

"Harold! I haven't seen you in forever!" She exclaims excitedly, propping herself up in the bed.

"Hi mum," I say.

"What's wrong Harold?" She asks.

"I'm just...It's complicated...Your going to die...and.." I choke and the tears start flowing.

"It's okay Harry. It's okay. I'm tired of suffering. I want you to know that I am ready to die. I've accomplished what I was sent here to do," She says calmly.

This makes me even sadder. My mom just told me she is ready to die. This is one of the worst days of my life. With tears streaming down my face, I grab my mom's hand. It's made even worse by the fact that Stephanie is back in the United States, hating my guts. I can't believe I left when Ally was missing. F***.

"Harry, I want to tell you something very important," My mum says.

"You have my full attention," I sputter.

"I want you to know that I am very proud of you. You have overcome so much pain and suffering, I know you can do it without me. You have become an amazing man, and you can do it," She says.

"I love you mum. I have made so many mistakes. I should have stayed with you. I should have-"

"Harry, the past is the past. It's over now. None of it matters now," Mum interrupts.

I sigh and sit down on the chair next to my mothers bed. This is going to be a terrible week I, can already tell. Why am I crying? I never cry.

"F*** mum you made me cry." I sniff.

She gives me an admonishing look. "Harold stop cussing."

This makes me smile. Probably for the last time for the next couple of days.