Takeover
♡ Chapter 18 ♡
~Liam's POV~
I gently set the kettle down over the flame and wait patiently for it to whistle. I knew we should of went to the Patterson house. But no. No one ever fucking listens to Liam.
I head towards the fridge to find something to drink. I'm super thirsty, but I know that I wont be drinking any tea because of Zayn. I shuffle threw the soda cans in the bottom drawer of the fridge until I find what I was looking for. I pop the cap open and chug down almost half of the Pepsi. I set it back down on the counter roughly inhaling a deep breath from the lack of oxygen. That's how fucking thirsty I was.
I start walking towards the cupboard to find mac and cheese or something in that category, when I hear a loud thud. I quiet myself until I hear a loud voice that makes me jump.
"I WANT SOME FUCKING QUESTIONS ANSWERED." I know that's Audrey's voice, but I don't know who she's directing it too. I head towards the door that enters into the living room before I hear everyone yelling in every direction. ( See what I did there? Tehe. ^.^)
I decide against on opening the door, but a little glimpse wont hurt. Right? I crack the door a smidge bit so no one can notice me spying, but just enough to were I can see and hear everything that's going on. Audrey is up in Harrys face threatening to punch him while Harry is mindlessly cracking up, Zayn is barging down the stairs yelling stop, and Louis is just standing there, mouth agape, screaming is lungs off.
Good this that the room we put Candi in is sound proof.
Louis screaming made them all shut up, but one mistake I made, made them direct their attention towards me.
Almost like planned to go off right at this silent moment, my kettle decides to go off. Every know turns their attention to me, the guys practically spying on them. This is hella awkward. What should I say?
"Uh.. Anyone up for a cup of tea?" I say hopeful that someone will say yes.
~Audreys POV~
Im beyond furious, but the awkward way Liam interrupted us, makes me feel bad for him.
"Sure." I say through gritted teeth practically throwing Harry down to the ground, and walking into the kitchen. I can tell that everyone has their eyes on me so I decide to make one last move before opening the door.
I give Harry the finger, then skip my way into the kitchen for a nice glass of tea.
~Harrys POV~
She fucking flipped me off. That bitch, flipped me, Harry Edward Styles, off. Im so fucking pissed. I havent been this pissed since my mom died. I can tell the boys know because they are backing away from me. I cant hold in the anger anymore.
I punch the wall as hard as I fucking can, leaving a big ass whole it. Blood trinkles down my arm, But I dont feel the pain because Im so angry.
"Leave.." I whisper angrily towards Louis and Zayn who looked scared out of their life. After not listening to me, Im forced to repeat myself. But louder then before.
"I said.. FUCKING. LEAVE." I yell as loud as I could through gritted teeth, punching the wall again with my already bloddy hand.
The scurry off as fast as they can down the hallway, leaving me to myself.
I slide down the wall, feeling powerless, weak, used, and torn. Felling as I did the night my mother died. Like I dont deserve to live. I sob quietly into my hands, reliving that night that happened over 10 years ago. You would think that you would forget after all that time, but I wont. I never will. It was my fault that my father killed her. All my fault. If only time travel was real.
-Flashback-
"Harry, could you please go unload the dryer for me. It would mean so much." My mom asked me while unloading he dishwasher.
"Okay." I was making my mom one of my famous angels food cake. Thats her favorite. Its her 35th birthday, and I want to make this birthday special for her. You only turn 35 once..
I untie my aperon, and wash my hands before making my way to the laundry room up our staircase. I find the laundry basket, and start loading it with the clothes. We seperate our clothes and fold them seperatly. I was halfway done folding, when I heard my mother scream.
I dropped everything I was doing, and sprinted down the stairs. I was always there to protect my mother. No matter what the cause.
But I couldnt protect her enough.
I stand in the kitchen hallway, glancing between the crack of the door noticing how quiet it was. I see a man standing above my mom who is lying on the ground. He is holding gasoline pitcher in one hand, and a match in the other.
"Please. I have children. Jo, you dont have to do this. Im begging you. Please." My mom cries out making a tear run down my eye.
"Oh, but I must. You see Anne, after you left me 15 years ago, Ive been tracking you down. Its taken me this long to find you, and I plan on hurting you, like how you hurt me. You left me Anne. Standing at the alter. I looked like a complete fool in front of my whole family. They were so diapointed in me because of you. If only you werent a bitch, then this wouldnt be happening. We could be living an amazing life together without your unwanted kids." he kicks my mom multiple times in the ribs making her cry out in pain. I cant watch anymore. I need to do something.
"Just please. Let my kids live." My mom begs him one more time. Gemma now ran down the stairs and is standing my side. She is crying so loud that my mom glances in our direction. Tears fill her eyes while Jo finally glances towards us too.
"Oh, so those are your kids? What a shame. Loosing their mom and their life so young. tsk tsk tsk." He mocks my mom.
"Please! Dont hurt them." She bawls. I cant fight back the tears and I start crying.
"It may not be now, Anne. But they will pay for being born." With that said, he pours the bucket of gasoline all around her, then directly on her.
"Harrry! Take your sister and run!! Do it for me!!! I will always love you. guys. Remember that. I love you." Were her last words before he lit the match.
"Mom! Dont leave us!!" I scream. "Please!!" I cry to the man standing by the back door. She cant go. She just cant.
"I love you mom!! Please dont go." Gemma screams also.
"Bye Anne. Oh, and dont worry. You guys will see eachother in hell." and he threw the match on her, escaing through the back door.
"NOOOO!!!!" Me and Gemma yelled in unision watching our mom get burnt to death.
-Flashback Over-
I sob even louder thinking about that if i stood up for her, she would of lived. Its all my fault.
The kitchen door opens, and I look up to see sad Liam standing there with a cup in his hand.
"Tea?" He asks his voice hoarse.
I chuckle before answering.
"Why the hell not."
I gently set the kettle down over the flame and wait patiently for it to whistle. I knew we should of went to the Patterson house. But no. No one ever fucking listens to Liam.
I head towards the fridge to find something to drink. I'm super thirsty, but I know that I wont be drinking any tea because of Zayn. I shuffle threw the soda cans in the bottom drawer of the fridge until I find what I was looking for. I pop the cap open and chug down almost half of the Pepsi. I set it back down on the counter roughly inhaling a deep breath from the lack of oxygen. That's how fucking thirsty I was.
I start walking towards the cupboard to find mac and cheese or something in that category, when I hear a loud thud. I quiet myself until I hear a loud voice that makes me jump.
"I WANT SOME FUCKING QUESTIONS ANSWERED." I know that's Audrey's voice, but I don't know who she's directing it too. I head towards the door that enters into the living room before I hear everyone yelling in every direction. ( See what I did there? Tehe. ^.^)
I decide against on opening the door, but a little glimpse wont hurt. Right? I crack the door a smidge bit so no one can notice me spying, but just enough to were I can see and hear everything that's going on. Audrey is up in Harrys face threatening to punch him while Harry is mindlessly cracking up, Zayn is barging down the stairs yelling stop, and Louis is just standing there, mouth agape, screaming is lungs off.
Good this that the room we put Candi in is sound proof.
Louis screaming made them all shut up, but one mistake I made, made them direct their attention towards me.
Almost like planned to go off right at this silent moment, my kettle decides to go off. Every know turns their attention to me, the guys practically spying on them. This is hella awkward. What should I say?
"Uh.. Anyone up for a cup of tea?" I say hopeful that someone will say yes.
~Audreys POV~
Im beyond furious, but the awkward way Liam interrupted us, makes me feel bad for him.
"Sure." I say through gritted teeth practically throwing Harry down to the ground, and walking into the kitchen. I can tell that everyone has their eyes on me so I decide to make one last move before opening the door.
I give Harry the finger, then skip my way into the kitchen for a nice glass of tea.
~Harrys POV~
She fucking flipped me off. That bitch, flipped me, Harry Edward Styles, off. Im so fucking pissed. I havent been this pissed since my mom died. I can tell the boys know because they are backing away from me. I cant hold in the anger anymore.
I punch the wall as hard as I fucking can, leaving a big ass whole it. Blood trinkles down my arm, But I dont feel the pain because Im so angry.
"Leave.." I whisper angrily towards Louis and Zayn who looked scared out of their life. After not listening to me, Im forced to repeat myself. But louder then before.
"I said.. FUCKING. LEAVE." I yell as loud as I could through gritted teeth, punching the wall again with my already bloddy hand.
The scurry off as fast as they can down the hallway, leaving me to myself.
I slide down the wall, feeling powerless, weak, used, and torn. Felling as I did the night my mother died. Like I dont deserve to live. I sob quietly into my hands, reliving that night that happened over 10 years ago. You would think that you would forget after all that time, but I wont. I never will. It was my fault that my father killed her. All my fault. If only time travel was real.
-Flashback-
"Harry, could you please go unload the dryer for me. It would mean so much." My mom asked me while unloading he dishwasher.
"Okay." I was making my mom one of my famous angels food cake. Thats her favorite. Its her 35th birthday, and I want to make this birthday special for her. You only turn 35 once..
I untie my aperon, and wash my hands before making my way to the laundry room up our staircase. I find the laundry basket, and start loading it with the clothes. We seperate our clothes and fold them seperatly. I was halfway done folding, when I heard my mother scream.
I dropped everything I was doing, and sprinted down the stairs. I was always there to protect my mother. No matter what the cause.
But I couldnt protect her enough.
I stand in the kitchen hallway, glancing between the crack of the door noticing how quiet it was. I see a man standing above my mom who is lying on the ground. He is holding gasoline pitcher in one hand, and a match in the other.
"Please. I have children. Jo, you dont have to do this. Im begging you. Please." My mom cries out making a tear run down my eye.
"Oh, but I must. You see Anne, after you left me 15 years ago, Ive been tracking you down. Its taken me this long to find you, and I plan on hurting you, like how you hurt me. You left me Anne. Standing at the alter. I looked like a complete fool in front of my whole family. They were so diapointed in me because of you. If only you werent a bitch, then this wouldnt be happening. We could be living an amazing life together without your unwanted kids." he kicks my mom multiple times in the ribs making her cry out in pain. I cant watch anymore. I need to do something.
"Just please. Let my kids live." My mom begs him one more time. Gemma now ran down the stairs and is standing my side. She is crying so loud that my mom glances in our direction. Tears fill her eyes while Jo finally glances towards us too.
"Oh, so those are your kids? What a shame. Loosing their mom and their life so young. tsk tsk tsk." He mocks my mom.
"Please! Dont hurt them." She bawls. I cant fight back the tears and I start crying.
"It may not be now, Anne. But they will pay for being born." With that said, he pours the bucket of gasoline all around her, then directly on her.
"Harrry! Take your sister and run!! Do it for me!!! I will always love you. guys. Remember that. I love you." Were her last words before he lit the match.
"Mom! Dont leave us!!" I scream. "Please!!" I cry to the man standing by the back door. She cant go. She just cant.
"I love you mom!! Please dont go." Gemma screams also.
"Bye Anne. Oh, and dont worry. You guys will see eachother in hell." and he threw the match on her, escaing through the back door.
"NOOOO!!!!" Me and Gemma yelled in unision watching our mom get burnt to death.
-Flashback Over-
I sob even louder thinking about that if i stood up for her, she would of lived. Its all my fault.
The kitchen door opens, and I look up to see sad Liam standing there with a cup in his hand.
"Tea?" He asks his voice hoarse.
I chuckle before answering.
"Why the hell not."
Notes
Some major shit went down in this chapter. And Im just sitting here. Eating a burrito.
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~ Cupcake Harry
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5/17/14