I had made it. For some reason I didn't want to tell Gem and mum what happened with the wolf. They would want to take me to the emergency room. I knew they were just looking after me and trying to keep me safe, but I hated the thought of waiting in a room for hours, having tests and stuff run by doctors. I would just tell them I twisted my ankle and go to bed, because I was tired and I really didn't want to explain the whole event to them this late at night.
Mum was sitting on the couch near the fireplace reading a book. No wonder I liked reading. The fireplace looked so warm and toasty right now. Gemma was probably upstairs asleep. I turned the frigid knob to go inside. The sound of the door startled her. "Harry!" She pulled me into a hug. "Where have you been?" her voice sounded like she had been crying. "I was reading and I didn't realize how late it had gotten, and I was walking through the dark and tripped over a log." I said with exhaust in my voice. "You ripped your shirt, and you have blood on your forehead!" she said worried. "I'm ok. I'll go upstairs and take a shower." Although I wasn't really going to take a shower. I was too tired to. I'll take one in the morning when I wake up. "Ok. I'm just glad you're ok. Goodnight Hazza. Love you." She always said it with such kindness in her tone. She called me Hazza. When we were kids, Gemma used to call me Hazza. "Night mum. Love you too." I said and walked upstairs.
I got to my room and pulled off the boots I was wearing and pulled out an old Rolling Stones shirt from my dresser. Then I flopped down on my bed and fell asleep as soon as I hit the pillow.
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~WeReWoLf~ (a Harry Styles fanfic)
FanfictionHarold Edward Styles is a nerdy 16 year old boy that lives with his mother Anne, and sister Gemma. He doesn't have many friends at school, but he does have a best friend named Ed Sheeran that he can always rely on and trust. Harry had always been go...
