The Sexton House - Harry Styles * COMPLETED*

9.

"Who's Anna?" My mother's words replay in my head. What am I supposed to tell her? That she's a ghost who happens to live in my attic? Hell, no. I can't tell her that!

"Harry, are you listening to me?" No, Mother, I'm not. She must have said something that I didn't hear. "I asked you who Anna is. Does my big boy have a girlfriend he's not telling me about?"

Why would she think I have a girlfriend? I've just moved in here. "Well, do you?" she has one eyebrow cocked up, now; her hands on her hips.

"I...something must have fell. I'll check up on it later." There is no way I'm going back up there right now. The last time I saw her she made it pretty clear that she didn't like me.

"Well, if you did, I wouldn't be upset...although I really don't like the thought of another woman in your life," she tries to tell me, her voice cracking like she's about to cry or something. God, I hope not, I'm really not in the mood for dealing with my sap of a mother. She can literally make any situation sad or cry-able. "I'm just afraid you're going to find somebody and forget about me. Harry, you're my only child, it's hard for me seeing you grow up. You moving here to Kentucky broke my heart."

She is practically sobbing by the time her little confession is done, and being the good son I am I embrace her, telling her I'll never forget her. "I love you, Harry, now give me a kiss." She turns her face so her cheek faces my lips.

I love my mother dearly, but there's no way I'm going to kiss her. I'm twenty-one years old, she's lucky I even hugged her. "I think I'm good, thank though." I pull back from her.

"Fine: I get it. You think you're too old to give your mom a kiss it's, I understand. It's not like I gave birth to you or anything. That ten hours of labour didn't really feel good, but I get it!" That's another thing: my mother is good at making you feel guilty till you give into whatever she asked; or apologize for the rest of your life.

I groan, giving in and placing a quick peck to her cheek, wiping my mouth off right afterwards. "You're still a Momma's boy." She smiles and pinches my cheeks. I swear if she doesn't start treating me like an adult I'm going to have to go find a condom and throw it at her, reminding her I'm not five anymore.

"My boy is so handsome. I think I did pretty good." She smiles, examining her work.

"Mother, that's a bit weird," I call her out on her weird way of complimenting me...Or maybe she's complimenting herself. I'm not really for sure.

"Hush or I'll put you in timeout," she warns, pointing a finger at me and chuckling to herself. She knows this drives me insane, that's why she does it.

She asks to watch a movie. It sounds like a good idea at first, till she sticks in an old home video from when I was just a baby living in London. My baby self is sitting at a highchair as Mom feeds me what looks like green beans. I have the disgusting excuse for food all over my mouth, but somehow I'm enjoying it.

"Oh, look at how small you were!" My mother starts to cry. I scoot further away from her before she has a mental breakdown over her baby growing up.

The clip changes, and to my relief I'm now a toddler; sitting on the carpeted flooring in our old living room. I start scooting my butt across the floor, dragging my toy train close behind me. My hair was blonde back then, I'm not for sure why I still had my unruly curls, but they we're just golden instead of brown.

It looks like a sweet home video, nothing out of the ordinarily, until he walks in. The shouting begins, followed by glasses breaking and my mother crying out for him to stop. Before either of us have to suffer through anymore, I get up and rip the tape out, throwing to the ground. I storm off to my room, my mother's voice trailing closely behind.

"Harry, I'm sorry, I didn't know he was in it!" she says, concern laced through her words. "Harry, talk to me!" she begs. I don't want to talk, and I never will. Not about him.

"Just leave me alone! I don't ever want to talk about him, j-just burn the tape! I never want to see it again." I don't want to yell at her, but I just can't help it. That man ruined our lives.

Minutes later, I hear her footsteps creaking on the boards till I can't hear them anymore. I roll over on my side and drift off to sleep, big men and a girl in a white dress filling my dreams.

* * *

The next morning, I wake up and take a shower before heading towards the kitchen. I need to work today, so I'm hoping my mother won't be to upset.

When I enter the kitchen she's sitting at the counter with a cup of coffee in her hands. "Did you sleep well?" She's the first one to speak.

"Yeah," I lie. I slept horribly. He filled my dreams, causing me to wake up in the middle of the night; sweat gathering at my forehead.

"That's good."

I pour myself some coffee and grab an apple off the counter before biting into it. I should probably tell my mother I have to work today, I already know she won't be pleased, but she can get over it.

"I have to go to work today, so you can hang out here or go into town," I tell her. "You'll probably want to go to town, it's pretty boring here." Actually, Mom, it's not boring here at all, I just don't want you and Ghosty seeing each other.

"I guess I'll check out the stores, maybe they will have some cute little antique shop." She folds her hands in front of her.

"Maybe," I whisper back, sipping on my coffee. Suddenly there's a knock on the door.

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