Bedroom Floor (Harry Styles)

Chapter 1

7th December 2016
                   10pm

Today was the day my life changed forever, my best friend, my one and truly best friend died. My mother died. At just the precious and young age of 43 after battling with a very aggressive form of Leukaemia.

She didn't deserve this. No one deserves this!

Many hours earlier: 6am.

I woke up to a load phone ringing. I groan and turn over grabbing my iPhone to see Dan calling me. Dan is my step father. My second step father technically if you count Mark too. Mark is the man who my mother got with just before I was born. Mark Tomlinson. So Louis and I have the name of our stepfathers. While he is the father to the rest of my siblings.
Mine and Louis' biological father is Troy Austin. Who we don't see nor speak too. I especially don't want anything to do with him.

Dan married my mother in 2014, months after the youngest siblings was born. Little Ernest and Doris. Who are now two. And they are adorable little things.

But that doesn't matter right now. Why is Dan calling me at 6am??

"Hello?" I frown answering the call as I rub my eyes "you're in Doncaster right??" He said down the phone, he sounded disturbed.. distraught. I nodded and cleared my throat "yes. I'm at Hannah's. Why? Is everything okay??" I asked unsurely.
He bursted out crying "no, it's your mother..." he cried harder.
At that point, I knew what had happened. My mother is in a bad state from her fight with Leukaemia.

"Is she— what's happened??" I breathed.

"She's in such a bad way, she isn't gonna make it, you need to hurry up down here now!!"

"I'm coming!!" I say quickly and heartbrokenly. I jumped out of Hannah's bed and she groaned "are you okay?? What's up?!" She said seeing me rush around her room picking stuff up "I need t-to go h-home" I say with a evident voice crack.

I rush down stairs and grab my car keys, I run out of her house and jump in my black Range Rover that Louis bought me in 2014.
I rushed down to my family hole here in Donny, it was around 30 minutes away from my home.

When I got into the drive way I jumped out and slammed the doors behind me. Not even bothering to get the keys to lock my car, or to take my belongings with me.
I get to my front door and try and open it but it's locked. I bang on the door and rattle at the doorknob letting them know I'm here.

I looked down and I was in my grey joggers and a black hoodie. Classic Anastasia.. very classy.

I looked up to meet the red and sore eyes of my big brother.
He pulled me in for a tight hug and we broke down in each other's arms. He walked backwards into the house and kicked the front door shut.
"Is she okay?" I whispered shakily.
He shook his head as tears poured out of his eyes once he let go of me and our eyes connected.

He led me upstairs to where her bedroom was. The family sobbing from behind the door "we need to stay strong" Louis said whispered brokenly standing in front of the door "she isn't going to make it" a tear rolled down his already tear stained face. I cried even harder and covered my face. My mother is behind this door dying. Why the fuck am I still stood here and not with her?!
I pushed passed Louis and let myself into her bedroom.
My family surrounded my ill mother. She looked at me slowly with tears down her face, my heart broke there and then.

She looked so ill, so fragile.

"Anna..." she whispered roughly, I smiled softly "it's me mummy, it's me" I said softly walking towards her bed, Daisy and Phoebe made space for me in between them. I smiled at them softly and sat on a seat next to my mothers bed. She weakly reached for my hand and held it.