365 Letters To You || Larry Stylinson

|Chap. 1|

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💫|HARRY'S POV|💫

December 31, 11:57 p.m.

I can't even conjure up a thought of spending a new year, stuck in this house. This hell that I call home. I don't wanna be here, anymore. I'd take the loneliness of living on the street if it meant that I'll be out of this place. I've had a bag packed since Christmas. I haven't had the chance to escape. My parents, being the obstacle that gets in my way. My mother, the drug addict she is, always passed out, sitting at the kitchen table with bottles of pills and half-empty bottles of whiskey beside her, she wasn't a problem. She'd never notice I was gone.

She had become this way when I was just a little boy. The death of my father broke her. She couldn't find any strength in her to get herself together. It started with one glass of wine a night alone, in that very kitchen. My begging of her to feed me. She'd become so messed that she'd fall sleep in front of me without finishing a statement. The horror struck me and I scream and cry, thinking she was dead. I'd lock myself in my room and cry, as a four-year-old, that's all you could think to do.

My stepdad, he had met my mother at a bar, they hit off and within the next two months, they eloped. The man, Jack, had made my life impossibly worse than it was before. His alcoholic nature made him abusive. When he and mum argued, things were thrown around the house and the yelling seemed never-ending. A small child can only take so much of a man hurting his mum before he jumps in to stop the physical violence.

~Flashback~.

I attacked my step-father and pulled him away from my mum as he had her pinned against the wall, his hand wrapped around her neck. My cries and screams for him to stop the assault to my mother worked, him being dragged away by my hand fisted in his shirt.

"Stop it! Leave her alone!" I shouted, using all of my strength to create as much of a distance between the two. My tears streaked my cheeks as the grown man tried to go back to my mother.

"Stupid bitch!" He shouted repeatedly. I grunted, pulling him away from her still.

My mother already had a black eye and her mouth was bleeding. As I pulled him away, I could see my mum, bent over and gasping for air. Her own hand went to her neck as if that'd help get her breath back. She coughed violently until she fell to her knees, tears pricking at her eyes. The sight devastated me. Seeing my mum in that position because of this man, angered me. I looked up at the man who abused my mother, his back still turned to me, a frown spreads on my face as I brought my fist to his back with as much force as my tiny fist could use. I didn't care if he felt the punch at all as I kept slamming my fists into his back. More anger fuelled in me as I kept my punches going, growing harder and harder with each pound. I could hear myself shouting vulgarly to the monster, though I could not make out the words.

My mother looks up and she cries out, her arm reaching out in front of her.

"Harry!" She yells. I feel more tears slide down my cheeks as I take a look up at Jack. His face contorts in anger at me as he grips my shoulders so tight, it hurts. He shakes me hard and fast.

"Fucking kid! So stupid just like your mother!" He shouts in my face. I can see his hand reach up as I let out a cry.

"Mummy!" I shout as he backhands me, his hand hard and the pain sharp against my jaw. I stumble backwards and fall to the floor, gripping the bruised cheek.