Song(s) for this chapter are:

Basically the whole Wu-Tang vs Bealtes- Enter the magical mystery chamber album. That album is the shit because it combines two of my favorite groups, Wu-Tang Clan and Beatles hah.

Enjoy! :)

HARRY'S POV:

Whitney lays asleep on top of my stomach. Her bleach blonde hair is scattered all over my chest and our clammy skin sticks together. I thin line of sweat covers us all over. Her bare chest moves in a rhythmic rhythm up and down yet tonight it isn't as appealing as it usually is. If only she would cover herself up a little more and have a little self respect. A little less makeup and less hair dye would do her good too. Oh jeez Belle is rubbing off on me. Usually the less clothing the better, but now it makes me almost sick to see so little clothing. Unlike all of these other girls, Belle is conservative and innocent. Oh Belle, how I would love to feel her milky skin, too look at her soft long brown hair, listen to her melodic voice scold me about my bad habits. When I look at Whitney naked on my stomach and think about how sweet and kind Belle is I almost throw up right there. I'm such a horrible person. I need to get out of here.

I push Whitney off of my stomach and get up. My clothes are thrown all over the floor and I hastily pick them up while Whitney rolls over in the white sheets. I roll my eyes at her for no apparent reason and throw on my clothes. For some reason anger builds up in my stomach. How could I have sex with Whitney? How come she just throws herself at every man that enters her room dammit? I fling her door open and I'm shocked.

A teary eyed Belle walks out of Perrie's room at the same time. Ours eyes connect and I know she knows about Whitney and I's affair. Why am I so guilty? Belle isn't even my girlfriend and I can do whatever the hell I want. It's just when she looks at me so hurt and teary eyed I can't help but regret my impulsive actions

"Look Belle-"

"Save it Harry. I don't care. You can do whatever the fuck you want and I don't care because news flash, no one cares about you! So don't expect me to care" Fresh hot tears spill over and run down her cheeks while she spits her angry words at me. Her words hurt me and burn holes in my heart. I know she's saying this out of anger but still, I know she's right. I'm not so sure Liam, Niall, Louis and Zayn still care for me anymore and on top of that I've got Chase trying to take over the damn gang.

Belle turns around runs back into Perrie's room, slamming the door behind it.

"Belle wait!" I run to Perrie's door and start pounding on it.

"Belle!" "Belle please!!" "Belle!" I continue to pound on Perrie's door calling Belle's name. After about 10 minutes the door opens and I think I've finally gotten through to Belle. My hopes are crushed when Perrie answers the door

"Harry, you need to leave. It's 4 am and all you're doing is upsetting Belle even more" her voice is firm and commanding and I find myself shrinking back. I hang my head in defeat and walk away from Perrie's room. She slams the door behind me and have never felt so deflated. I need some advice.

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"Harry?" She looks surprised to find me at her front doorstep. Her face is wrinkled and worn and her green eyes tired. Her long curly black hair in up in a ponytail and is greying in spots. She wears fleece pajama pants and a cream sweater.

"Mom" I say back. I haven't said the word in so long and it's almost foreign to me. She still looks so young, considering she's only 36. She and my father had me when she was 16 and he was 17. I look down and kick a pebble off of her worn-down wooden porch. God I wish she didn't live here. She lives in the hood in a rundown old house while my father is out making shitloads of money and leaving her to just scrape by. Even the yellow paint is peeling off and the flowers are dead in the front yard

"Oh Harry" she pulls me into a big hug and I find myself burying my head in her neck. Her familiar lilac perfume still lingers on her and her warm arms still feel as warm and comfortable as I remember. I can feel her tears soaking my t-shirt and I regret not visiting her more often. I'll never admit this out loud but I'm a total momma's boy. Finally she lets go of me and pushes me inside

"Harry get inside it's too cold out" She says while doing so. Once we're fully inside and the door is closed my mom practically sprints to the kitchen

"Sweetie do you want some tea or cookies?"

"Mom it's like 5 in the morning" It's true though. The ride to her house was about an hour long

"So. I know how much you love my sugar cookies" she tries to tempt me and I give in. I know she won't take no for an answer

She brings out a tray full of cookies and two steaming cups of hot tea. Something tells me she already had that tea ready because knowing my mom, she always has tea ready. We sit down at her old dining room table that's covered in stacks of papers

"So sweetie, as much as I love your company, why the 5 am visit? You look like you haven't slept in three days" she asks while handing me my tea. I take a drink of it and I'm instantly reminded of my childhood. I debate on telling her why I'm here. I don't know why I'm so hesitant on this but I am

"Well there's a guy. And a girl. This girl is the most beautiful girl the guy has ever seen. She's breathtaking and the guy finds himself drooling over her everyday. The guy is confused about his emotions and the girl sees him as a monster. The guy keeps fucking up and is afraid that he can never be the guy the girl needs him to be" I choose my words carefully but it's still so obvious that I'm talking about myself

"Well does this guy like the girl?"

"The guy doesn't know"

"What's the girl's name?"

"Belle"

"Does the guy have a picture of the girl?" I sigh and pull out my phone. I show her a picture of Belle. I took this after we were sitting in my bed and I had told her one of my corny jokes. She started laughing uncontrollably and once her laugh attack was done I snapped a picture of her. In the picture, her big brown eyes are bright and full of life. Her hair gorgeously falls down her front and her big beautiful smile lights up the whole screen

"She's gorgeous"

"I know. So what should I-I mean this guy do?"

"I think this guy should figure out his emotions before he leads her on. Then let her figure out her emotions. Then try to be good for her, she'll definitely notice this and if she loves him for him, it won't matter if he isn't her original dream guy" I nod as she says this. It sounds so much easier said than done

"Ok, thanks mom."

"Now, want to look at some baby pictures of yourself?!" Her eyes light up and I know that I'll be here for a while

Notes

So short and crappy, I know. This is all I have time for but I think I'll have a Thanksgiving special chapter! I'm going to start pre-writing tomorrow! So I have some questions for you guys to answer in the comments about the story:

What do you think of Harry's mom?

Who's your favorite character of the story so far?

What do you think is going to happen between Harry and Belle?

-T