Harry's pov
I just feel like shit, this is my fault if I would of stayed with her.
I tugged my mop of curls in fustration. I could of been there for her.
When I loose all my energy she's my only working remedy.
I walk out of the plain hospital room and drag my self to the waiting area, theres a blue reception desk in the corner with a pile of paper work piled high. The room was a dull shade of ivory with a few plain windows with black window sills. The small blue chairs were uncomfy to sit on and hurt your back. On the walls hung childrens drawings, maybe the patients had done them? but one inpaticular caught my eye.
~~~flashback~~~~
"look daddy look what I drawed" I held up a picture of my mum up in heaven to the furious looking man stood in front off me.
"and why would you draw something as pathetic as that Harry!"he sternly scolded
my lip quivered and my green eyes began watering but I was turning 6 next week and I refused to cry. I doubt I had any presents but I would always get a cupcake and a card from the old man next door, otherwise known as Ben. Every year I would use my birthday wish hoping that my mum would come back from heaven and see me but she never did
"I asked you a question" my father spat ripping up the drawing.
"I miss mummy I drew it so you happy" I wimpered
but before I had the chance to appologise I felt a large hand colide with my left cheek I began crying the stinging pain in the left side of my face. He yanked my curls throwing me against the stairs and landed on my arm. I ran out the housenand to The old mans house next door holding my swolen arm.
I cautiaously knocked on the door waiting _for a response before my dad found where I had run too, Ben opened the door with xa supprised worried look on his face.
"you alright kiddo?" he spoke
"I ur I hurted my arm and my daddy is at work" I lied
"come on then Harry lets get you to the hospital" the kind old man spoke before grabbing a warm black jacket.
whilst at the hospital I drew the exact same picture of my mother and coloured it in, after an hour or so of waiting I had an xray and the doctor had come to a conclusion that it was broken, I gave my Drawing to the woman at the desk who's named seemed to be Jennie. she smiled and waved before Ben dropped me home.
~~~flashback over~~~
"shit" I muttered to my self before walking over to the small picture on the wall and sure enough at the bottom it read 'Harry styles age 5' I was in complete shock my heat beating a thousand times a minuit. I stantched the stupid drawing off the wall and scurnched it up and tossed it in the trash. Tossing away bad memories with it
"Fuck" I kept cursing earing multipul glares from mothers who had there children crying or playing. Why couldnt my childhood of been like that, a mum to play with, to Whine to, To be loved by, and a non abusive dad.
"urm excuse me we are getting several complaints about you, please be carful of your laungage sir" a tall blonde haired nurse said. she had a name tag thsat read "candice" pft what a name
I shot her a glare before storming out the hospital knocking a few chairs along the way.
As I stepped out the hospital doors an older man approached me with a grin on his face he wore a black suit with black dress suits and a hat not a top hat just a sort of normal one, I could already tell this guy was loaded. I scoffed as he came closer towards me and I now realised he had a bunch of pink roses in hand.
"Harry?" I recognized that voice from years of torture and rage
"Dad" I bluntly replied.
~~~~an please read~~~~
so im not to sure if i should carry on with either of my stories idk wht do u guys think? but sorrry for the late update its hard to write 2 books at once and iv just got out of hospital so sorry if this is abit shit but haha you guys seem to like it (hopefully)??? but yeah votes and commemts are much appreciated
Elle xox
