Little Things (H. S AU)

10. Monday Mornings and Punk Rock (pt 2)

Hannah's POV

“Hannah, where the fuck have you been the past two days?” My dad slurred, obviously not really caring.

“Places, but like you care.” I spit, knowing I would get a slap, in fact I did. It was saddening and the main reason I cut and binged. My dad would always blame me for my mum leaving. I hated, but deserved it.

“DON”T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT.” He spit into my face. Luckily I didn’t have any siblings that had to deal with this.

“Fine, I’s so very sorry, Daddy. I was at Nicole’s.” I tried sounding sincere but failed. See, the thing is, my dad still thinks he has custody over me because he can’t comprehend the fact that my mom and him are no longer married.

“Better. You bitch, I haven’t had any food, and you are so selfish.” He slurred again. The tears started to flow and I couldn’t take the abuse anymore. I ran upstairs and grabbed any clothes left here. I ran back downstairs with all of my belongings in hand, only to see my dad passed out on the couch. I sighed, going to the kitchen, leaving out to Advil capsules, a glass of water and a meal ready to warm up oon the counter.

Dad, I love you. But I am tired of this. Maybe you’ll read this one of the few times you are sober but I am going to live at my friend’s for a while. The food needs to go into the microwave for two minutes and the Advil is for the hangover.

                                                                                    Love, Hannie.

I put the note on the counter so he could read it and I grabbed my car keys, setting out for the one place I am safe.

Harry’s flat.

I got into my old pickup that I am unhealthily in love with and drove to the complex. Weightless by All Time Low started playing and I sung along

But I’m stuck in this fucking rut,

 waiting on a second hand pick me up

and I’m over getting old

maybe it’s not my weekend

but its gonna be my year

I’m so sick of watching all the minutes pass, as I go nowhere

And this is my reaction,

To everything I fear

Cause I been goin crazy I don’t wanna waste another minute here.

The song ended as I pulled into the car lot and I parked. I rode up the elevator to the third floor (A/N IDK if we said the floor number before) and knocked on the door. A sleepy looking guy with brown hair and stubble came to open the door. “Harry!” he shouted. Harry showed up in the doorway and looked shocked that I showed up without notice.

“Hannah? What’s wrong?” He asked, concerned.

“My dad is the fucking problem.” I mumbled. “Do you have food?” He nodded and I pushed between the two boys and went to the kitchen. Niall was in there, shirtless and raiding the fridge. “Hazza, we don’t have- oh, Han, hi.” I hummed in response, pushing past him and looking in the cabinets. I could feel all three guys eyes on me as if they were surprised a pissed off teenage girl barged into their apartment at noon, looking for food.

“Um, so it seems everyone knows our guest but me. I’m Liam. We haven’t met properly because last time I saw you, you were blacked out and I was in ‘doctor mode’.” The guy who opened the door spoke. Oh, Liam. Duh, I should have known. “Right, sorry. I’m Hannah. I probably seem really rude just stomping in here like I did. Nice to meet you, Harry has told me about you. All good things.” I laughed as he chuckled.