My Kind Of Love

Chapter 17

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**Harry’s POV

I needed to hide now.

He was coming back home and was very agitated from work.

I quickly grab my blue sweater and run through the big empty hallways of the familiar house, my feet cold against the marble. I quickly run to the last door and burst into a room, my room. I needed to hide fast before he finds me.

I run and grab the chair at my desk and place it in front of the door thinking it will stop the big monster. Are you stupid Harry? The little voice echoes through my mind.

Just as I’m about to grab another item to place in front of the big door it bursts open. His tall monstrous posture over towers my little twelve-year-old body. I was scrawny, small and useless.

Somebody help me.

“HARROLD! Today was a fucking horrible day at work because of some very stupid men who screwed up their jobs.” He slurs out while slouching against the doorframe, he was drunk…again. The smell of liquor reeked from him as I winced.

I start backing away as I know what’s coming, very well.

Fatherclears his throat and continues while taking slow awkward steps towards me. “And you know what they do to men that screw, screw ups like you? They punish them!” Tears start to gather in my eyes.

I master up all my courage and try to yell. “NO THEY DON’T FATHER! NO THEY DON’T!” I was mortified.

An inhuman noise erupts from his throat as he lunges for me with his big strong tattooed arms. I start running from him but his huge hand grabs a chunk of my brown curly hair. I shriek as the pain in my scalp stings.

Suddenly everything turns into slow motion, him grabbing both my small weak wrists with one hand trying to hold me in place. I start screaming even though I know very well no one would help me. The sounds of his belt claps rings threw my ears and I know very well what’s coming next.

The sound of the smooth brown leather against my skin causes a perfect friction. I bite down hard as I can on my lip as the pin stings through my back. Tears start to fall down my plump cheeks as the second noise of the belt whipping my back goes through the room.

The sounds of heels clicking in the hallway fill my ears as I know she is coming, my mother.

“Henri leave the kid alone. After all he’s all we got.” Says mother in the cockiest voice she can while cleaning her nails. She didn’t care for me and I knew that really well.

Father looks her up and down examining what she was wearing. The typical: short mini skirt with tall stilettoes. He smirks and drops me to ground.

I quickly squatter from him to my bed, making the pain in my back burn even more.

“How about we make some more children huh muffin?” He cheekily says while leaning in to her. I cover my eyes in disgust.

“Mm baby stop it! Not in front of Harrold.” She giggles while playfully slapping his chest. I wanted to kill myself at that moment.

He playfully growls before planting a big wet kiss on her lips as she grabs the gold encrusted handle. The door slams shut as I am left alone hearing the noises from my parents as they “walk” down the hall. I hated them.

I bury my face into my pillow and bawl. Cry because of everything; the pain, my parents and my life.

This all felt surreal to me.

And that’s when I here it.


“Harry wake up! God dammit!”

My eye’s snap open to reveal a bright white room.

Where the fuck am I? A thin layer of sweat rests at my temples as I am still trembling by my haunting nightmare. It sickens me to think about the past events that had happened in my life.

My vision clears up as I start to look around my surroundings and that’s when I notice them. All the boys were in the corner of the room watching me; Niall, Louis, Liam and Zayn.

Liam looks up at me and his eyes go wide, he quickly opens his mouth to speak. “Oh my god Harry! Your finally awake! We were worried sick.” All that manages to escape my mouth as an animal sounding groan. My head is spinning and my stomach feels like it has been punched a million times. Shit. I try to move my arms but some wires are attached to me, connected to strange monitors. My body feels weak and sick.

I try to speak but my voice is raspier then usual. “What the fuck is going on?” All the boys look nervously at each other. The memories of what seemed like a few days ago start rushing through my mind. Did Louis save me? How long have I been out?

I am about to yell before a loud chirpy voice startles me. “That is actually a very favourable question Mr. Styles. Please let me explain. My name is Dr. Scarps.” Great a doctor…

She was about in her late 50’s and looked like a very posh and polite person. Fucking great, the type of people I love to deal with. (Sarcasm.)

I struggle to sit up, as Niall has to help me; the caring careful kid that he is. I rub my eyes with my hands and stare bluntly at her. I can’t think of anything to say back.

“Well sir you see you had a very deadly case of alcohol poisoning and…” I quickly cut her off and she frowns. I can tell she hates that.

“Look lady you have the fucking wrong person here because I know what the hell I’m doing and…” Karma quickly comes back at me as I am interrupted by Zayn. He looked pissed.

“Harry shut the hell up and listen to someone but yourself for once this is serious!” He yells at me trying to keep his cool. He was tired and frustrated. Bags were formed under his eyes, they all had. Did they stay here for me? How many fucking days has it been? I ask myself one more time.

I try hard not to yell back at Zayn but the only reason was so I won’t cause a scene. I could tell we were already on a short leash because we didn’t look like the friendliest type of beings to be around.

Dr. Scarps clears her throat and shuffles her feet with discomfort. “As I was saying Mr. Styles, you have consumed a very heavy and deadly amount of alcohol about 2 days ago. You passed out and went into a very dangerous stage of the poisoning. Luckily you friend Mr. Tomlinson called just in time.”

I look at Louis giving him a thankful look. He looks back and I can tell he knows I am thankful. I took it too far this time all because ofBea. No shut up Harry, don’t blame it on Bea! It’s your own god dam fault.

“Sir for the past two days you have been monitored and dosed with heavy medication to get the large amount of poison out of your system.” I look at her with an uneasy look on my face. She clears her throat and continues “I am afraid to say this but you have been diagnosed with alcoholism; an alcoholic drinking disorder.” Her voice full with pity disgusted me. Why did people have to be so fucking sorry for me. I felt sick and drained as reality came crashing down on me. The guys probably already knew.

For the next hour she discusses with the boys and me of the new “rules” I must follow and the meds I need to take. It was mandatory for me to go see a therapist. Like I will actually go to that. I don’t need to hear another person say how much bullshit is in my life. I already knew it.

I was an alcoholic, and I couldn’t drink anymore. My life couldn’t get any worse.

Finally she leaves so I can be with the guys.

They all pull the chair and place them around my bed like if I was an animal in a cage. I hated being the center of attention.

Zayn is the first to speak and I exactly know what’s coming. “Harry have you gone fucking mad, you know you could have killed yourself. All because of Bea, all because you are two much of a pussy and drink your problems away!” He is basically spitting at me with revulsion. I turn my head from him at stare out the window with embarrassment.

I was supposed to be their leader, not the fucking coward lying in the hospital bed.

“Zayn give him a break, he’s been through a rough week!” Louis snaps trying to defend me. I felt like so vulnerable and weak for just sitting there and not saying anything. But I know I couldn’t because I messed up real bad this time.

Zayn quickly gets up, kicking the chair causing the room too lightly shake. We all just stare as he storms out of the room, pushing a little nurse out of the way.

An awkward silence fills the plain cold room.

Liam clears his throat and softly speaks up. “Don’t take it so harshly Harry, he’s only like this because he was afraid he would loose you. We all were. He was the one who stayed here at your side the past two days the whole time. Never left to go home.” His voice trails off and a look of hurt is replaced with it. They really do give a fuck about me.

They were my boys that I grew up with and that I loved and cared for.

I look up at all of them and manage to croak out. “Thank you… Fuck I don’t know what would have happened without you guys, Louis I would have been dead.”
He manages to give me a tired smile before bringing me in for a hug.

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