Bedroom Floor (Harry Styles)

Chapter 41: The day that they took you, i wish it was me instead

31st October 2017

I woke up in Harry's bed.. don't worry, nothing happened. After we had food we was pretty tired, but we wanted to watch a film together. So we went to his room and snuggled then fell asleep to the horror movie we watched.
I think that is bestfriend goals right there.

I groan and move around in bed realising Harry's arms are wrapped around mine with his crotch against my backside. I move out of his grip but he groans "where you going??"
I laughed and stood up from his bed "I need a wee"

He mumbled something back as I walked into his en-suite bathroom. I had a quick wee and washed my hands afterwards. I walked in to see Harry on his phone. He looked up at me with tired eyes and smiled "you're trending on twitter, Instagram and Facebook" he commented. My eyes widened slightly as I put my arm up to rest against the door way of the en-suite "I am??" I asked feeling shocked "what for??"

"The surprise performance last night... the official chart show has put out a tweet. You're number one and two in the charts.. you came in second place since last night with Back To You" he grinned. My eyes widened even more as I walked over to him "really?!"

He showed me the official chart show tweet.
'Since Anastasia's performance last night at Harry Styles' London's show, her song with her big brother, Louis Tomlinson, has entered the charts. Smack bang at number two, right under her own solo single BED.. which was already number one!💫we have a legend on our hands. All hail queen Anastasia!😍👑'

"No way!" I gasped.
"Congrats..." he grinned at me when I gave him his phone back "...queen" he teased making me giggle and slap his bare chest.
"What can I say?? I'm a Tomlinson. We're all queens" I stated nonchalantly.
Harry raised a brow "even Louis??"
I smirked harder "even Louis!" I pressed making him giggle.

I turned my back on him and walked to the bedroom door, opening it up and walking out of it. I walk towards the stairs and call out loudly so he could hear me "Happy Halloween, tosser!"
He laughed loudly as I jogged down the stairs.

I made myself a cup of tea and made sure to prepare Harry one. I knew he'd jump in the shower before he came down here to have a cup of tea. He's always done that. Something I learned on the road.. or just staying at his home. I walk into the living room as the kettle slowly boiled. I saw my phone on the sofa which was plugged in to the wall and was charging.

I grabbed it and sat down in the sofa. I looked at my lock screen to see loads of notifications.

I went to my WhatsApp first.
Me and my siblings have the 'Tommo chat' and then the 'Tomlinson family' with all of us on it. Mum used to be on it.. but obviously she isn't now. We've kept her number attached to the chat... Even though we know she won't get the messages. So now, it's just a group chat between mark Tomlinson. My amazing stepfather. Who took Louis and I on as his own children. His real children are Félicité, Lottie, Daisy and Phoebe.
Doris and Ernest belong to Dan..

The group chat with mark, my step dad, made me smile. I read through everyone congratulating me on my performance. I thanked them all.

I went on to the 'Tommo Chat' which is just for the siblings, like I said, Louis and my sisters expressed how proud they are of me. And how fucking proud mum would be of me, too.

My eyes watered at the mention of my mum. I smile slowly and look down at my feet. Fuck. I miss her.

The day that they took her, I wish it was me instead.
I should put that in my notes.. it's a good concept for the song I'm working on.. that is about mum.

Tears started rolling down my cheek as I pressed on my twitter app. I saw two things... a hashtag which supported me.. and a hashtag which slandered my name.

I clicked on the one that was slandering my name.

'She is only successful because of her brother.. and the only reason she has two songs in the top two on the official charts is because her mother is dead and everyone feels sorry for her'

'She's fucking talentless, just like her brother.'

'She's a Gigi Hadid wannabe... and because shes not as pretty as Gigi she's turned to singing.. but she any that good at that either'

I then saw a photo of me on stage last night smiling widely as I sung and then the tweet attached to it was 'you're so fucking ugly. You deserve to die'

'Talentless. Waste of space.'

As tears streamed down my face I saw a photo of Niall and I looking cosy then the tweet attached to it was 'why would niall look twice at her?? She's so fucking ugly. No wonder Liam cheated on her with beautiful Cheryl.. who now has given him a son. She couldn't give him that'

'She didn't have a miscarriage... she aborted her baby, the fat slag. She only did it hoping it'd keep her and Liam together.. she failed. MURDER!!'

'I hate Anastasia'

'She should of died, not their beautiful mum.'

'Cancer took louis' mums life.. get Anastasia gets to walk around like she owns the place?? She should be the one lying in a coffin somewhere.. not sweet, loving Jo'

'Your mum would be disappointed in you'

'No wonder your real daddy didn't want you..'

'Slut'

'She's the biggest slag in the music industry... was with Liam.. then fucked Zayn, now she's with Niall. Why is she making her way through the band?? Her OWN BROTHERS BAND. Wouldn't surprise me if she hasn't fucked Harry yet'

I start sobbing uncontrollably as I leave the twitter app. I cried and looked around Harry's lovely home.

Everything everyone has said in twitter was true. So true.

I grabbed my phone off charge and stood up.. I walked to the front door and put my shoes on. I opened the door without saying bye to Harry and left.

I jumped in my car and rode home crying my eyes out.

Once I got into my apartment I sobbed uncontrollably and slid down my front door. I threw my car keys across the room as well as my phone...

I looked up the the ceiling as I cried "I need you more than ever mum..." I whimpered "I just hope I'm doing you proud" I whispered to her.

I felt a warm sensation, a warm breeze. I smiled slowly. That was my mum letting me know she was here and she was listening.

With her by my side. Nothing can go wrong.