Mistreated
Guilty
Monday May 5th Continued
Iris’s POV:
The spinning shadow of the ceiling fan is all I know. I’ve spent the hours memorizing its movements as I laid there on my back. Harry is now laying his head on my stomach with his arms wrapped loosely around my hips. His cries had died down after about a half an hour, soon turning to soft snores. I’m glad he’s able to sleep after the day he had. For some reason, it’s me who’s restless.
As I laid there, running my fingers through his soft curls, I thought about how great Harry was doing until his father showed up. He was so cheerful when I saw him this morning, and then this happened. It seems like whenever something good is going for me or Harry, something bad happens. This time, unfortunately, involved his monster of a father.
He’s such a good guy, God. Why do you put him through this? Why make him miserable? He deserves every chance of happiness he can get, and you won’t let it happen for him. I try to help him, just as he does for me, but I can’t protect him from everything. Please, God. Let him be happy.
Tuesday May 6th
My eyes fluttered open and then squeezed shut again once the sun’s rays hit them. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes before slowly allowing them to open again. I smiled when I found a sleeping Harry resting his head on the same pillow as me. We were nose-to-nose as his arm was still draped over me, on my torso rather than my hips this time. I mentally giggled knowing we’ve been shifting through many positions throughout the night, yet we’re still managing to cuddle. His curls laid messily around his face and on the pillow while his mouth was slightly parted in a small pout as he slowly breathed in and out of it. I missed sleeping next to him and waking up to this, as well as his insanely attractive morning voice.
Ow. My ears are sore from sleeping with my hearing aids in. This is why I normally don’t sleep with them in; they rub against my ears the whole night and create unnecessary sores.
Wait…
“Shit,” I muttered, flying out of bed to grab my shoes. I slept here. Damn it.
“What’s wrong?” a voice rasped as I balanced on one foot to place on my first shoe. I turned my head to find Harry stretching his muscly arms as he sat up, his back leaning against the headboard. I tried not to stare at his bare torso, but I couldn’t help it.
“Sorry,” I smiled apologetically. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” Although, I wasn’t very careful in not waking him.
“I was already awake,” a cheeky smile played on his lips. Great, that means he was watching me sleep until he noticed me waking. Sneaky. “You didn’t answer my question.”
I sat on the end of the bed to place on my other shoe, “I have to get to school, and then I have work afterwards.”
“Well, it’s already a few minutes past nine,” Harry pointed to the alarm clock with green numbering on it. “You’ve already missed your first class.”
“Great,” I muttered, rubbing a hand down my face. A small smile formed on my face, “My parents are going to kill me.”
He chuckled, slowly shaking his head, “You’re the first person I’ve ever met that is happy to get in trouble.”
“Well, if you’ve been through what I’ve been through, you’d be happy too,” I laughed. My smile faded to a frown once I noticed Harry look down at his lap. Shit. I bet he’d do anything to have been in my position rather than dealing with what he’s going through. God, I’m such an asshole.
“It’s okay,” he smiled genuinely at me. “I know you’ve been through a rough time too.”
I sighed and plopped my upper body down on the bed, right by Harry’s sheet covered feet, “I shouldn’t have said that though.” After a minute, I realized we have gone quiet. I normally would’ve asked him if he’s okay by now, but that’d be such a stupid question. Of course he’s not okay. His father tried to choke him, for God’s sake.
I turned my head so I was looking over at him, finding him staring up at the ceiling. I took that opportunity to glance at the bruises on his neck. The large bruises are purple, almost black. When his head tilted down so he could look at me, I examined his lip. It doesn’t look too bad since it’s stitched up and has been cleaned up, but it’s swollen. I can only imagine what it looked like before he cleaned it up. Wait, if he has stitches, does that mean the paramedics were at his house? It couldn’t have been Perrie’s mom who fixed it up since I’m sure Perrie would’ve told me.
“I thought you had to get to school,” Harry said after a while.
I shrugged, “You know what? I already missed the first class, so there’s no harm in ditching another.”
“You don’t have to-“
I held my hand up to silence him, “I want to.” I let my hand fall back onto the bed with a thump before I sat back on my butt. I kicked my shoes back off and then crawled over to Harry, sitting in the empty spot next to him with my back against the headboard as well. I didn’t know what to say, but just for old time’s sake, I sat there in silence with him. It isn’t uncomfortable. In fact, I think we are both in too deep of thought to even feel awkward about this situation.
“Do you ever just want to go away?” he asked, ending the quietness.
“Trying to get rid of me, Styles?” I teased, but I know what he means. He chuckled and shook his head as he nudged my arm with his elbow. “Yes, I know the feeling,” I nodded once. “There were times I just wanted to get away from everything, and go to another city, another state, or even another country. I’d do anything for a break.”
“Me too,” he hummed, going back to his silent thinking. I found myself staring at him again, but this time I was taking in his beauty. His tan skin, his toned abs, his deeply engraved v-line, his tattoos, his silky chocolate brown curls, and…wait. Is that a new tattoo?
I grabbed Harry’s arm and looked at his two original tattoos, the star and the quote, and sure enough, there was a new one. “Does that say ‘HI’?” I raised a brow and pointed to the tattoo. He nodded. “Seriously? Hi? Why would you tattoo that to your arm?”
He shrugged, a playful smile spreading across his face, “Just because.”
I poked one of his dimples, “Just cause? You’re weird, did you know that?” He nodded vigorously against my finger, making me giggle.
“I’ve missed that laugh,” he admitted, a faint smile playing on his lips as he tucked a strand of my hair behind my hearing aid. “I’ve missed your bed head too.” I snickered and rested my head on his shoulder.
“I’ve missed you too,” I stated softly. “But-“
“These things take time,” he finished my sentence for me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. He placed a light kiss on the top of my head before resting his cheek against it, “It’s okay.” I wasn’t sure what to say, so I nodded my head against his shoulder. “Thank you for being here for me.”
I removed my head from him so I could look at his beautiful emerald green orbs, “I’m always here if you need me.”
“And thank you for dealing with me being a blubbering baby,” he joked, but I could tell he was only half-kidding.
I absentmindedly began tracing shapes on the back of his hand that was dangling over my shoulder, “You weren’t a baby. You had every right to let out all of that emotion.”
“How’d you even know I was at the track?” he changed the subject. Go figure. It’s okay if he’s not ready to talk about everything he’s feeling right now. He doesn’t even have to tell me anything at all, and I’m certainly not going to force him to.
“You always go ther-“
He interrupted me, shaking his head as he did so, “No, I mean, when we got here, it seemed like you knew I had an encounter with my father. How’d you know?”
I frowned and sat my hands in my lap to fiddle with them, “Your mom called me from your phone.” I lifted my head to find him rolling his eyes. “She’s really worried about you, you know?”
“Yeah, now,” he scoffed.
“Did she…” I paused, unsure if I want to ask what I’m questioning. “Did she take his side?” I asked carefully.
He shook his head no, and then he let out a small sigh. “I guess all of my old feelings resurfaced when my father showed up, and I snapped at her and Gem. My therapist told me I should tell them how I feel, but I didn’t mean for it to come out when it did or for it to be so harsh.”
More questions clouded my mind, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask them. If he wanted me to know what happened to him, he’d tell me. For some reason, I don’t think he’s keeping it from me just because he doesn’t want to speak about it. I have a feeling it goes beyond that. As his supportive friend, I have to accept that and just pray he’s safe now.
“I should go talk to them,” he said softly.
I furrowed my brows, “But what about your dad?”
He cupped my face with one of his hands and stroked my cheekbone with his thumb as he looked longingly into my eyes, “Don’t worry about him anymore. He’s gone.” Gone? What does he mean gone? He must’ve sensed my confusion because he let out a light chuckle before he said, “He got arrested. He’s gone, okay?”
I nodded, “Okay.” I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug. I’m glad that sick Son of a Bitch will no longer be able to even lay a finger on Harry. Maybe things are starting to look up now.
“Hey,” he pulled away and placed his hands on my shoulders. “Why don’t you go to school now? I’m gonna eat something and go home, so you really don’t have to stay.”
“Are you sure?” He nodded. “Alright.” I slid my butt to the edge of the bed and placed my shoes back on. “Well, if you need anything, text me,” I smiled before leaning over and placing a kiss on his cheek. My eyes widened and my cheeks flushed. I can’t believe I just did that. I began stumbling over my words like a fool, “I uh…I didn’t mean…it’s a-“
His chuckle halted my words, and his smirk was clearly evident, “It’s quite alright, Love.” Butterflies erupted in my belly when he used that nickname: Love. I’ve missed that. “Bye, Angel,” he lightly waved.
“Bye, Styles,” I patted his leg and stood to my feet. I walked towards the door, but before I reached it, I stopped in my tracks and looked back at him over my shoulder. “Oh, and Harry?”
“Yeah?” he looked up from his lap at me.
“You look beautiful today,” I smirked, making him laugh at the fact that I used his phrase. I love hearing that sound.
With that, I gave him a princess wave and walked out.
“Iris Meadow Mercer,” my mom stormed into my room. When I left Perrie’s, I decided to go home and change before I headed over to school.
“Mom,” I countered, trying to hide my smile. Oh stop it, Iris. You’re about to get in trouble, and it’s not normal to be this happy.
My father walked in with his arms crossed, “Where have you been?”
I sighed and dropped my shoulders. I didn’t really think of the possibility that they'd question me about that. Let’s face it, I don’t have much experience with this. I’m not even sure if Harry would like it if I told my parents about what happened. I doubt my father would be very happy with me for seeing Harry at all. He’s been protective about me hanging out with guys ever since Harry broke my heart. I barely convinced him to let Niall come over last night.
“I slept at a friend’s place last night and forgot to text you.” That’s not entirely a lie. “I’m sorry.”
“Who’s house?” my mom interrogated further.
“Perrie’s.”
“And her parents would confirm this?” I nodded my head yes.
My dad shook his head, pure frustration written all over his face, “When has sleeping over at someone’s house on a school night ever been acceptable?” It didn’t used to bother you guys. I think I’m actually hating the whole getting in trouble thing now. “And now you’re missing part of school. We pay for your education for a reason, Young Lady. It plays a very important role in your future.”
“Gah!” I growled and stormed passed them to grab some boots from my closet. Once I grabbed the footwear, I walked right over to my parents and asked, “You think I don’t know that?! My education was the only thing that was important to me when I was going through hell! It was the only thing I had to ensure myself a future away from all of this!” My father dropped his arms to his side and hung his head just as my mother did. I let out a sigh and made my way to my bed, sitting on the edge of it to place on my boots. “I didn’t mean to yell at you.”
I really didn’t mean to say what I did, but it’s the cold hard truth. College, a job, an apartment, and a life away from here…it’s all I ever looked forward to. Now, it’s different. I have my whole life ahead of me, and there’s no way I’d try and start a new one anymore. I have my family back, I have friends that actually love me and accept me for who I am, and I have…had…Harry. He’s the only thing missing,
“It’s okay, Baby Girl.” My dad groaned as he bent over to sit down next to me on the bed. Wow, he’s getting old if it takes that much of an effort to sit down. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and squeezed me against his side, “I’m glad you told us.”
My mother sat down on the other side of me and rested her hand on my leg, “Look, we’ll let it go, just this once, but next time this happens, there’ll be consequences.”
“That’s fair,” I nodded with flattened lips.
“I love you,” she smiled before planting a kiss on my cheek. “Now hurry up and get to school.” She patted my leg and walked out of the room.
My father began standing up to join her, but I put my hand on his shoulder and pulled him back down on the bed. He shot me a questioning look as I sat still, trying to search for the words I'm looking for in my head. Here goes nothing. I swallowed my nerves and finally spoke, “If I were to let Harry back in my life, do you think you could accept that and forgive him?”
We sat in a long silence as he contemplated his answer, and let me just tell you, the suspense is killing me.
“Hey, Iris!” Sophia and Liam walked over to me. I had shown up to school during my third class, meaning I missed break as well. Now, I have lunch and then one more class. Oops.
“Hey,” I giggled once Sophia engulfed me in a hug. “What’s up?”
Liam gave me a fist bump before saying, “We have a question for you.”
“Well, then spill it,” I chuckled.
I could tell Sophia was ecstatic about something by the way she wasn’t able to stand still. She kept bouncing in her stance a bit, and shifting her weight back and forth between both of her legs. “My parents are going to New York on the weekend for their anniversary,” she practically squealed.
“Okay?” I raised my brow at her. Where are they going with this? Do they want to throw a house party or something?
“Which means, they won’t be here to check on the beach house,” her grin grew wider and wider by the second. I wouldn’t be surprised if her mouth hurt from smiling so hard.
“You have a beach house?” my jaw dropped to the floor. She nodded vigorously. Well, this could be fun.
Liam snickered at his girlfriend’s excitement, “Anyways, we were thinking of having a group sleepover there. You know, hanging out on the beach, having a barbecue and a bonfire, watching a movie, and then we’d crash there.”
“That’s definitely not what I expected,” I admitted, laughing a little. “Sounds fun.”
“So you want to come?” Sophia chirped.
I shrugged, “Sure. Why not?”
“Yay!” she jumped up and down as she clapped her hands. Geez, I’ve never seen her so happy. “Okay, so we had to do a little planning for this because some people’s parents don’t like that it’s a coed sleepover.”
“Yeah, I’m not sure my parents would like that as well,” I nodded, making a clicking noise with my tongue at the end of my sentence.
Liam pointed his index finger towards his chest, “Me too. My parents are kind of strict about that stuff.”
Sophia waved her hand dismissively, “Whatever. Anyways…” Liam and I started laughing at her carelessness. “Shut up, I’m trying to explain.”
“Sorry,” I smiled, stifling my laughter by covering my mouth with my hand.
“Perrie’s mum obviously doesn’t care about things like this, so all the girls are telling their parents we’re crashing at her place,” Sophia explained. “Her mum said she’d cover for us, but we can’t tell Perrie’s dad. She’s just going to tell him Perrie is at my place. The boys are all saying they’re crashing at Louis’s place since his dad doesn’t really care about what’s going on either. Also, we may drink and smoke a little, but none of the parents would be cool with that, so keep it on the down low.” Damn, she did some hardcore planning.
“Okay, sounds good,” I beamed. “I’m excited. I’ve never been to a beach house before, nor have I gone to a barbecue or a bonfire.”
Liam’s mouth fell open, but he placed his hand under his chin and pushed his jaw closed, making me laugh. “Well, you’re missing out,” he nudged my arm with his elbow. “You’ll have a blast.”
“Good to know.” Honestly, we could be doing something uninteresting, and I’d still have fun. The group makes everything so exciting and enjoyable, and I’m never disappointed with a single thing we do. They are the greatest at cheering me up, even when they don’t know I’m down. Hmm…I have an idea. “Can I ask you guys a favor?” I smiled at Li and Soph who each exchanged puzzled looks before nodding to me.
Harry’s POV:
After getting dressed and eating a few PopTarts at Perrie’s place, I decided I should head home. There’s no way I’m going to school today with these bruises on my neck. The split lip, I could handle, but my neck, that’d be humiliating. Plus, I’d only get pity. There was a point when all I wanted was for someone to know my home situation, but now that it’s become more known, I’ve realized I’d prefer it if no one else knew. I don’t need the whole school feeling sorry for me, I just want to feel normal.
As I walked to my house, everything my dad has ever done to me replayed in my mind. The punching, the kicking, the slapping, the swearing, and the choking. I don’t get it. Why did he do all of those things? What made him think it was okay to put his dirty hands on my sister, abuse my mother, and attack me? What kind of human being does those things?
It’s unfair really. I feel like I deserve a real father, not the sick fuck I got stuck with. It’s because of him that I don’t even trust my own mother or anyone who’d be willing to deal with our family, like Robin. I owe that guy a real chance, especially since he saved my ass. Maybe Robin isn’t so bad after all. Iris was right, I shouldn’t just assume all men my mum date are exactly like my father.
Iris. She stayed with me last night. Nothing makes me more blessed than to wake up next to her. She looks so serene in her sleep now. Almost every time I’d wake up with her before, she’d be frowning in her sleep. Now, she finally seems at peace with her mind, and that makes me happy. It was nice holding her close to me again, even if it is the last time I’ll be holding her for a long time. Things will be back to normal, I'm sure. Meaning, she'll be back to avoiding me until she's ready to speak to me again. She’s worth the wait though. She’s worth it all.
I didn't want to tell Iris what happened with my father because I knew she'd be worried. My father is behind bars now, so I feel like there's no reason to scare her with the story of my father just randomly popping up, flirting with my mum, harassing my sister, and fighting Robin and I. What Iris already knows worries her enough. I don't want to stress her out any more than she already is. Maybe someday I'll tell her, but for now it'd only be unnecessary.
Once I reached my house, I noticed Robin and Gavin's cars were still in the same positions they were in yesterday. Mum and Gem probably needed the company after I flipped out on them and left. I’m a terrible person. I exhaled deeply before opening the door and entering the house, preparing myself for the yelling I will be receiving.
As soon as the door clicked shut behind me, Gemma emerged from the living room to see who I was. Before I knew what was happening, she ran into my arms and immediately began sobbing. I felt my forehead crinkle in confusion as I hugged her back, gently stroking her hair as I did so.
“I’m sorry,” she cried. “I never should have left you. I’m so sorry.” I only hushed her, continuing my attempt to comfort her. “I should’ve been here, or I should’ve taken you with me. I put you in danger. I’m so sorry, Harry,” she continued to ramble.
“I can’t tell you how much I wish you were here then, but at the same time, I’m glad you weren’t,” I whispered. She pulled her head back so she could look at me with nothing but shock written all over her face. “If you were here, you would’ve been in danger too. You were doing what you had to do, it’s okay.”
“I should’ve gone to the police when it happened,” she sniffled.
I shook my head, “I tried to do that. It didn’t work because Mum and Dad would deny everything and make me promise not to show the police my bruises.” I cradled her face and began wiping the tears away from her cheeks. “I never meant to make you feel guilty, Gem. I just wanted you to know what it was like for me. I wasn’t trying to blame you for everything. You couldn’t have known he’d do that. Okay? I love you, and I’m not mad. I just wanted you to know how I felt.”
Before she could even get another word out of her mouth, my mum, Robin, and Gavin entered the room. Mum ran over and wrapped her arms around Gem and I while the guys silently watched our reunion.
“I’m sorry, Sweetie,” tears began flowing down Mum’s face as well.
“Stop apologizing,” I chuckled lightly. I’m actually quite furious with my mum even though I don't show it. With Gem, it was different. There’s nothing she could’ve done to prevent what happened. If she would’ve stayed, she would’ve been the one continuing to get hurt emotionally. If she would’ve tried to make me go with her, I would’ve felt like I had to stay for Mum. There was nothing she could do.
Mum could’ve stopped it all by calling the police or even running away with me. None of this would’ve happened if she had just turned him in to begin with. So yeah, I’m pissed at her. But lately, she’s put a lot of effort into trying to gain my trust again. She’s shown me now more than ever that she loves me, so I feel like I can’t stay mad at her forever. I’ll get over it in time. I’m just appreciative to even have a parent at all.
“You were right about it all,” she mumbled against my shoulder. “As soon as I stopped loving him, I should’ve just taken you both away. Even though it’s no excuse, I kept lying to myself and to you guys. I wanted to love him for your sake, but that only made things worse. I don’t know why I couldn’t just walk away from him after he…” she paused to let out a few hard sobs. “I’m a terrible mother. I’m so sorry, Harry. I’m sorry, Gemma. I’m a horrible person.”
“It’s okay, Mum,” Gem consoled my mum, holding her tighter against us. I stayed silent. As much as I wish I could tell her she’s not a terrible mother, she was. Maybe she has changed now, but I still feel betrayed. It never should’ve happened. Gem and I shouldn’t be emotionally scarred. I shouldn’t be scared, but I am. I’m scared it’ll happen again. I’m scared he’ll come back. I’m scared I’ll be like him. I’m scared.
“Our lawyer called,” Mum said with a shaky voice. Before I could ask what they said, she and Gem pulled away from me and grabbed my arms to guide me into the living room. We all sat down on the couches, including Gavin and Robin. My mum put her hand on my knee and gave it a light squeeze, “They called in a professional to run some psychological tests on your father.”
I gulped, “And?” Please don’t say that fucker isn’t going to jail.
“Your father has been diagnosed as a Psychopath.” Wow, I’m so shocked, NOT. “He has an Antisocial Personality Disorder.”
“Which means?”
My mum looked at Robin with pleading eyes, silently asking him for help. Robin sighed, “It means he has no remorse for everything he’s done. Harry, your father admitted to everything, but he’s completely careless.” So he really is a Heartless Bastard. Nice.
“What about all those times he cried, and begged for your forgiveness?” I furrowed my brows at Mum.
She sniffled, “It seems as if it was all an act to get us to stay.”
“To stay and get tortured even more by him,” I grumbled under my breath. Thankfully, I spoke soft enough that no one heard me.
“There won’t be a trial,” she said, giving my knee another squeeze. What? “The highest sentence he could get was six years in jail.”
“What?!” I shouted, jumping out of my seat and running my hands through my hair. I may sound angry, but that’s just my way of disguising the fear I feel. I’ve always taught myself to be that way, so I could stay strong for everyone’s sake.
Gemma stood up and placed her hands on my shoulders. I felt an immediate wave of comfort from the soft look in her eyes. “Once he’s out of jail, they’re putting him in a mental hospital,” she slowly nodded.
“Can’t he get out on good behavior or some shit like that?” I peered at Mum and Robin over Gem’s shoulder.
“Even if he does, we’ll still have our restraining order against him. It’s over,” Mum reassured me.
“It’s over?” I asked slowly, my eyes looking back and for between my mum and sister.
“It’s finally over,” Mum smiled. I couldn’t help but return the smile before lifting Gem off the floor and engulfing her in a huge hug as I spun her in a circle, making her laugh.
Once I set her down, she ruffled my hair, “I’m glad to see you smile again. Now, I think it’s time you met my boyfriend.”
Iris’s POV:
The spinning shadow of the ceiling fan is all I know. I’ve spent the hours memorizing its movements as I laid there on my back. Harry is now laying his head on my stomach with his arms wrapped loosely around my hips. His cries had died down after about a half an hour, soon turning to soft snores. I’m glad he’s able to sleep after the day he had. For some reason, it’s me who’s restless.
As I laid there, running my fingers through his soft curls, I thought about how great Harry was doing until his father showed up. He was so cheerful when I saw him this morning, and then this happened. It seems like whenever something good is going for me or Harry, something bad happens. This time, unfortunately, involved his monster of a father.
He’s such a good guy, God. Why do you put him through this? Why make him miserable? He deserves every chance of happiness he can get, and you won’t let it happen for him. I try to help him, just as he does for me, but I can’t protect him from everything. Please, God. Let him be happy.
Tuesday May 6th
My eyes fluttered open and then squeezed shut again once the sun’s rays hit them. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes before slowly allowing them to open again. I smiled when I found a sleeping Harry resting his head on the same pillow as me. We were nose-to-nose as his arm was still draped over me, on my torso rather than my hips this time. I mentally giggled knowing we’ve been shifting through many positions throughout the night, yet we’re still managing to cuddle. His curls laid messily around his face and on the pillow while his mouth was slightly parted in a small pout as he slowly breathed in and out of it. I missed sleeping next to him and waking up to this, as well as his insanely attractive morning voice.
Ow. My ears are sore from sleeping with my hearing aids in. This is why I normally don’t sleep with them in; they rub against my ears the whole night and create unnecessary sores.
Wait…
“Shit,” I muttered, flying out of bed to grab my shoes. I slept here. Damn it.
“What’s wrong?” a voice rasped as I balanced on one foot to place on my first shoe. I turned my head to find Harry stretching his muscly arms as he sat up, his back leaning against the headboard. I tried not to stare at his bare torso, but I couldn’t help it.
“Sorry,” I smiled apologetically. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” Although, I wasn’t very careful in not waking him.
“I was already awake,” a cheeky smile played on his lips. Great, that means he was watching me sleep until he noticed me waking. Sneaky. “You didn’t answer my question.”
I sat on the end of the bed to place on my other shoe, “I have to get to school, and then I have work afterwards.”
“Well, it’s already a few minutes past nine,” Harry pointed to the alarm clock with green numbering on it. “You’ve already missed your first class.”
“Great,” I muttered, rubbing a hand down my face. A small smile formed on my face, “My parents are going to kill me.”
He chuckled, slowly shaking his head, “You’re the first person I’ve ever met that is happy to get in trouble.”
“Well, if you’ve been through what I’ve been through, you’d be happy too,” I laughed. My smile faded to a frown once I noticed Harry look down at his lap. Shit. I bet he’d do anything to have been in my position rather than dealing with what he’s going through. God, I’m such an asshole.
“It’s okay,” he smiled genuinely at me. “I know you’ve been through a rough time too.”
I sighed and plopped my upper body down on the bed, right by Harry’s sheet covered feet, “I shouldn’t have said that though.” After a minute, I realized we have gone quiet. I normally would’ve asked him if he’s okay by now, but that’d be such a stupid question. Of course he’s not okay. His father tried to choke him, for God’s sake.
I turned my head so I was looking over at him, finding him staring up at the ceiling. I took that opportunity to glance at the bruises on his neck. The large bruises are purple, almost black. When his head tilted down so he could look at me, I examined his lip. It doesn’t look too bad since it’s stitched up and has been cleaned up, but it’s swollen. I can only imagine what it looked like before he cleaned it up. Wait, if he has stitches, does that mean the paramedics were at his house? It couldn’t have been Perrie’s mom who fixed it up since I’m sure Perrie would’ve told me.
“I thought you had to get to school,” Harry said after a while.
I shrugged, “You know what? I already missed the first class, so there’s no harm in ditching another.”
“You don’t have to-“
I held my hand up to silence him, “I want to.” I let my hand fall back onto the bed with a thump before I sat back on my butt. I kicked my shoes back off and then crawled over to Harry, sitting in the empty spot next to him with my back against the headboard as well. I didn’t know what to say, but just for old time’s sake, I sat there in silence with him. It isn’t uncomfortable. In fact, I think we are both in too deep of thought to even feel awkward about this situation.
“Do you ever just want to go away?” he asked, ending the quietness.
“Trying to get rid of me, Styles?” I teased, but I know what he means. He chuckled and shook his head as he nudged my arm with his elbow. “Yes, I know the feeling,” I nodded once. “There were times I just wanted to get away from everything, and go to another city, another state, or even another country. I’d do anything for a break.”
“Me too,” he hummed, going back to his silent thinking. I found myself staring at him again, but this time I was taking in his beauty. His tan skin, his toned abs, his deeply engraved v-line, his tattoos, his silky chocolate brown curls, and…wait. Is that a new tattoo?
I grabbed Harry’s arm and looked at his two original tattoos, the star and the quote, and sure enough, there was a new one. “Does that say ‘HI’?” I raised a brow and pointed to the tattoo. He nodded. “Seriously? Hi? Why would you tattoo that to your arm?”
He shrugged, a playful smile spreading across his face, “Just because.”
I poked one of his dimples, “Just cause? You’re weird, did you know that?” He nodded vigorously against my finger, making me giggle.
“I’ve missed that laugh,” he admitted, a faint smile playing on his lips as he tucked a strand of my hair behind my hearing aid. “I’ve missed your bed head too.” I snickered and rested my head on his shoulder.
“I’ve missed you too,” I stated softly. “But-“
“These things take time,” he finished my sentence for me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. He placed a light kiss on the top of my head before resting his cheek against it, “It’s okay.” I wasn’t sure what to say, so I nodded my head against his shoulder. “Thank you for being here for me.”
I removed my head from him so I could look at his beautiful emerald green orbs, “I’m always here if you need me.”
“And thank you for dealing with me being a blubbering baby,” he joked, but I could tell he was only half-kidding.
I absentmindedly began tracing shapes on the back of his hand that was dangling over my shoulder, “You weren’t a baby. You had every right to let out all of that emotion.”
“How’d you even know I was at the track?” he changed the subject. Go figure. It’s okay if he’s not ready to talk about everything he’s feeling right now. He doesn’t even have to tell me anything at all, and I’m certainly not going to force him to.
“You always go ther-“
He interrupted me, shaking his head as he did so, “No, I mean, when we got here, it seemed like you knew I had an encounter with my father. How’d you know?”
I frowned and sat my hands in my lap to fiddle with them, “Your mom called me from your phone.” I lifted my head to find him rolling his eyes. “She’s really worried about you, you know?”
“Yeah, now,” he scoffed.
“Did she…” I paused, unsure if I want to ask what I’m questioning. “Did she take his side?” I asked carefully.
He shook his head no, and then he let out a small sigh. “I guess all of my old feelings resurfaced when my father showed up, and I snapped at her and Gem. My therapist told me I should tell them how I feel, but I didn’t mean for it to come out when it did or for it to be so harsh.”
More questions clouded my mind, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask them. If he wanted me to know what happened to him, he’d tell me. For some reason, I don’t think he’s keeping it from me just because he doesn’t want to speak about it. I have a feeling it goes beyond that. As his supportive friend, I have to accept that and just pray he’s safe now.
“I should go talk to them,” he said softly.
I furrowed my brows, “But what about your dad?”
He cupped my face with one of his hands and stroked my cheekbone with his thumb as he looked longingly into my eyes, “Don’t worry about him anymore. He’s gone.” Gone? What does he mean gone? He must’ve sensed my confusion because he let out a light chuckle before he said, “He got arrested. He’s gone, okay?”
I nodded, “Okay.” I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug. I’m glad that sick Son of a Bitch will no longer be able to even lay a finger on Harry. Maybe things are starting to look up now.
“Hey,” he pulled away and placed his hands on my shoulders. “Why don’t you go to school now? I’m gonna eat something and go home, so you really don’t have to stay.”
“Are you sure?” He nodded. “Alright.” I slid my butt to the edge of the bed and placed my shoes back on. “Well, if you need anything, text me,” I smiled before leaning over and placing a kiss on his cheek. My eyes widened and my cheeks flushed. I can’t believe I just did that. I began stumbling over my words like a fool, “I uh…I didn’t mean…it’s a-“
His chuckle halted my words, and his smirk was clearly evident, “It’s quite alright, Love.” Butterflies erupted in my belly when he used that nickname: Love. I’ve missed that. “Bye, Angel,” he lightly waved.
“Bye, Styles,” I patted his leg and stood to my feet. I walked towards the door, but before I reached it, I stopped in my tracks and looked back at him over my shoulder. “Oh, and Harry?”
“Yeah?” he looked up from his lap at me.
“You look beautiful today,” I smirked, making him laugh at the fact that I used his phrase. I love hearing that sound.
With that, I gave him a princess wave and walked out.
“Iris Meadow Mercer,” my mom stormed into my room. When I left Perrie’s, I decided to go home and change before I headed over to school.
“Mom,” I countered, trying to hide my smile. Oh stop it, Iris. You’re about to get in trouble, and it’s not normal to be this happy.
My father walked in with his arms crossed, “Where have you been?”
I sighed and dropped my shoulders. I didn’t really think of the possibility that they'd question me about that. Let’s face it, I don’t have much experience with this. I’m not even sure if Harry would like it if I told my parents about what happened. I doubt my father would be very happy with me for seeing Harry at all. He’s been protective about me hanging out with guys ever since Harry broke my heart. I barely convinced him to let Niall come over last night.
“I slept at a friend’s place last night and forgot to text you.” That’s not entirely a lie. “I’m sorry.”
“Who’s house?” my mom interrogated further.
“Perrie’s.”
“And her parents would confirm this?” I nodded my head yes.
My dad shook his head, pure frustration written all over his face, “When has sleeping over at someone’s house on a school night ever been acceptable?” It didn’t used to bother you guys. I think I’m actually hating the whole getting in trouble thing now. “And now you’re missing part of school. We pay for your education for a reason, Young Lady. It plays a very important role in your future.”
“Gah!” I growled and stormed passed them to grab some boots from my closet. Once I grabbed the footwear, I walked right over to my parents and asked, “You think I don’t know that?! My education was the only thing that was important to me when I was going through hell! It was the only thing I had to ensure myself a future away from all of this!” My father dropped his arms to his side and hung his head just as my mother did. I let out a sigh and made my way to my bed, sitting on the edge of it to place on my boots. “I didn’t mean to yell at you.”
I really didn’t mean to say what I did, but it’s the cold hard truth. College, a job, an apartment, and a life away from here…it’s all I ever looked forward to. Now, it’s different. I have my whole life ahead of me, and there’s no way I’d try and start a new one anymore. I have my family back, I have friends that actually love me and accept me for who I am, and I have…had…Harry. He’s the only thing missing,
“It’s okay, Baby Girl.” My dad groaned as he bent over to sit down next to me on the bed. Wow, he’s getting old if it takes that much of an effort to sit down. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and squeezed me against his side, “I’m glad you told us.”
My mother sat down on the other side of me and rested her hand on my leg, “Look, we’ll let it go, just this once, but next time this happens, there’ll be consequences.”
“That’s fair,” I nodded with flattened lips.
“I love you,” she smiled before planting a kiss on my cheek. “Now hurry up and get to school.” She patted my leg and walked out of the room.
My father began standing up to join her, but I put my hand on his shoulder and pulled him back down on the bed. He shot me a questioning look as I sat still, trying to search for the words I'm looking for in my head. Here goes nothing. I swallowed my nerves and finally spoke, “If I were to let Harry back in my life, do you think you could accept that and forgive him?”
We sat in a long silence as he contemplated his answer, and let me just tell you, the suspense is killing me.
“Hey, Iris!” Sophia and Liam walked over to me. I had shown up to school during my third class, meaning I missed break as well. Now, I have lunch and then one more class. Oops.
“Hey,” I giggled once Sophia engulfed me in a hug. “What’s up?”
Liam gave me a fist bump before saying, “We have a question for you.”
“Well, then spill it,” I chuckled.
I could tell Sophia was ecstatic about something by the way she wasn’t able to stand still. She kept bouncing in her stance a bit, and shifting her weight back and forth between both of her legs. “My parents are going to New York on the weekend for their anniversary,” she practically squealed.
“Okay?” I raised my brow at her. Where are they going with this? Do they want to throw a house party or something?
“Which means, they won’t be here to check on the beach house,” her grin grew wider and wider by the second. I wouldn’t be surprised if her mouth hurt from smiling so hard.
“You have a beach house?” my jaw dropped to the floor. She nodded vigorously. Well, this could be fun.
Liam snickered at his girlfriend’s excitement, “Anyways, we were thinking of having a group sleepover there. You know, hanging out on the beach, having a barbecue and a bonfire, watching a movie, and then we’d crash there.”
“That’s definitely not what I expected,” I admitted, laughing a little. “Sounds fun.”
“So you want to come?” Sophia chirped.
I shrugged, “Sure. Why not?”
“Yay!” she jumped up and down as she clapped her hands. Geez, I’ve never seen her so happy. “Okay, so we had to do a little planning for this because some people’s parents don’t like that it’s a coed sleepover.”
“Yeah, I’m not sure my parents would like that as well,” I nodded, making a clicking noise with my tongue at the end of my sentence.
Liam pointed his index finger towards his chest, “Me too. My parents are kind of strict about that stuff.”
Sophia waved her hand dismissively, “Whatever. Anyways…” Liam and I started laughing at her carelessness. “Shut up, I’m trying to explain.”
“Sorry,” I smiled, stifling my laughter by covering my mouth with my hand.
“Perrie’s mum obviously doesn’t care about things like this, so all the girls are telling their parents we’re crashing at her place,” Sophia explained. “Her mum said she’d cover for us, but we can’t tell Perrie’s dad. She’s just going to tell him Perrie is at my place. The boys are all saying they’re crashing at Louis’s place since his dad doesn’t really care about what’s going on either. Also, we may drink and smoke a little, but none of the parents would be cool with that, so keep it on the down low.” Damn, she did some hardcore planning.
“Okay, sounds good,” I beamed. “I’m excited. I’ve never been to a beach house before, nor have I gone to a barbecue or a bonfire.”
Liam’s mouth fell open, but he placed his hand under his chin and pushed his jaw closed, making me laugh. “Well, you’re missing out,” he nudged my arm with his elbow. “You’ll have a blast.”
“Good to know.” Honestly, we could be doing something uninteresting, and I’d still have fun. The group makes everything so exciting and enjoyable, and I’m never disappointed with a single thing we do. They are the greatest at cheering me up, even when they don’t know I’m down. Hmm…I have an idea. “Can I ask you guys a favor?” I smiled at Li and Soph who each exchanged puzzled looks before nodding to me.
Harry’s POV:
After getting dressed and eating a few PopTarts at Perrie’s place, I decided I should head home. There’s no way I’m going to school today with these bruises on my neck. The split lip, I could handle, but my neck, that’d be humiliating. Plus, I’d only get pity. There was a point when all I wanted was for someone to know my home situation, but now that it’s become more known, I’ve realized I’d prefer it if no one else knew. I don’t need the whole school feeling sorry for me, I just want to feel normal.
As I walked to my house, everything my dad has ever done to me replayed in my mind. The punching, the kicking, the slapping, the swearing, and the choking. I don’t get it. Why did he do all of those things? What made him think it was okay to put his dirty hands on my sister, abuse my mother, and attack me? What kind of human being does those things?
It’s unfair really. I feel like I deserve a real father, not the sick fuck I got stuck with. It’s because of him that I don’t even trust my own mother or anyone who’d be willing to deal with our family, like Robin. I owe that guy a real chance, especially since he saved my ass. Maybe Robin isn’t so bad after all. Iris was right, I shouldn’t just assume all men my mum date are exactly like my father.
Iris. She stayed with me last night. Nothing makes me more blessed than to wake up next to her. She looks so serene in her sleep now. Almost every time I’d wake up with her before, she’d be frowning in her sleep. Now, she finally seems at peace with her mind, and that makes me happy. It was nice holding her close to me again, even if it is the last time I’ll be holding her for a long time. Things will be back to normal, I'm sure. Meaning, she'll be back to avoiding me until she's ready to speak to me again. She’s worth the wait though. She’s worth it all.
I didn't want to tell Iris what happened with my father because I knew she'd be worried. My father is behind bars now, so I feel like there's no reason to scare her with the story of my father just randomly popping up, flirting with my mum, harassing my sister, and fighting Robin and I. What Iris already knows worries her enough. I don't want to stress her out any more than she already is. Maybe someday I'll tell her, but for now it'd only be unnecessary.
Once I reached my house, I noticed Robin and Gavin's cars were still in the same positions they were in yesterday. Mum and Gem probably needed the company after I flipped out on them and left. I’m a terrible person. I exhaled deeply before opening the door and entering the house, preparing myself for the yelling I will be receiving.
As soon as the door clicked shut behind me, Gemma emerged from the living room to see who I was. Before I knew what was happening, she ran into my arms and immediately began sobbing. I felt my forehead crinkle in confusion as I hugged her back, gently stroking her hair as I did so.
“I’m sorry,” she cried. “I never should have left you. I’m so sorry.” I only hushed her, continuing my attempt to comfort her. “I should’ve been here, or I should’ve taken you with me. I put you in danger. I’m so sorry, Harry,” she continued to ramble.
“I can’t tell you how much I wish you were here then, but at the same time, I’m glad you weren’t,” I whispered. She pulled her head back so she could look at me with nothing but shock written all over her face. “If you were here, you would’ve been in danger too. You were doing what you had to do, it’s okay.”
“I should’ve gone to the police when it happened,” she sniffled.
I shook my head, “I tried to do that. It didn’t work because Mum and Dad would deny everything and make me promise not to show the police my bruises.” I cradled her face and began wiping the tears away from her cheeks. “I never meant to make you feel guilty, Gem. I just wanted you to know what it was like for me. I wasn’t trying to blame you for everything. You couldn’t have known he’d do that. Okay? I love you, and I’m not mad. I just wanted you to know how I felt.”
Before she could even get another word out of her mouth, my mum, Robin, and Gavin entered the room. Mum ran over and wrapped her arms around Gem and I while the guys silently watched our reunion.
“I’m sorry, Sweetie,” tears began flowing down Mum’s face as well.
“Stop apologizing,” I chuckled lightly. I’m actually quite furious with my mum even though I don't show it. With Gem, it was different. There’s nothing she could’ve done to prevent what happened. If she would’ve stayed, she would’ve been the one continuing to get hurt emotionally. If she would’ve tried to make me go with her, I would’ve felt like I had to stay for Mum. There was nothing she could do.
Mum could’ve stopped it all by calling the police or even running away with me. None of this would’ve happened if she had just turned him in to begin with. So yeah, I’m pissed at her. But lately, she’s put a lot of effort into trying to gain my trust again. She’s shown me now more than ever that she loves me, so I feel like I can’t stay mad at her forever. I’ll get over it in time. I’m just appreciative to even have a parent at all.
“You were right about it all,” she mumbled against my shoulder. “As soon as I stopped loving him, I should’ve just taken you both away. Even though it’s no excuse, I kept lying to myself and to you guys. I wanted to love him for your sake, but that only made things worse. I don’t know why I couldn’t just walk away from him after he…” she paused to let out a few hard sobs. “I’m a terrible mother. I’m so sorry, Harry. I’m sorry, Gemma. I’m a horrible person.”
“It’s okay, Mum,” Gem consoled my mum, holding her tighter against us. I stayed silent. As much as I wish I could tell her she’s not a terrible mother, she was. Maybe she has changed now, but I still feel betrayed. It never should’ve happened. Gem and I shouldn’t be emotionally scarred. I shouldn’t be scared, but I am. I’m scared it’ll happen again. I’m scared he’ll come back. I’m scared I’ll be like him. I’m scared.
“Our lawyer called,” Mum said with a shaky voice. Before I could ask what they said, she and Gem pulled away from me and grabbed my arms to guide me into the living room. We all sat down on the couches, including Gavin and Robin. My mum put her hand on my knee and gave it a light squeeze, “They called in a professional to run some psychological tests on your father.”
I gulped, “And?” Please don’t say that fucker isn’t going to jail.
“Your father has been diagnosed as a Psychopath.” Wow, I’m so shocked, NOT. “He has an Antisocial Personality Disorder.”
“Which means?”
My mum looked at Robin with pleading eyes, silently asking him for help. Robin sighed, “It means he has no remorse for everything he’s done. Harry, your father admitted to everything, but he’s completely careless.” So he really is a Heartless Bastard. Nice.
“What about all those times he cried, and begged for your forgiveness?” I furrowed my brows at Mum.
She sniffled, “It seems as if it was all an act to get us to stay.”
“To stay and get tortured even more by him,” I grumbled under my breath. Thankfully, I spoke soft enough that no one heard me.
“There won’t be a trial,” she said, giving my knee another squeeze. What? “The highest sentence he could get was six years in jail.”
“What?!” I shouted, jumping out of my seat and running my hands through my hair. I may sound angry, but that’s just my way of disguising the fear I feel. I’ve always taught myself to be that way, so I could stay strong for everyone’s sake.
Gemma stood up and placed her hands on my shoulders. I felt an immediate wave of comfort from the soft look in her eyes. “Once he’s out of jail, they’re putting him in a mental hospital,” she slowly nodded.
“Can’t he get out on good behavior or some shit like that?” I peered at Mum and Robin over Gem’s shoulder.
“Even if he does, we’ll still have our restraining order against him. It’s over,” Mum reassured me.
“It’s over?” I asked slowly, my eyes looking back and for between my mum and sister.
“It’s finally over,” Mum smiled. I couldn’t help but return the smile before lifting Gem off the floor and engulfing her in a huge hug as I spun her in a circle, making her laugh.
Once I set her down, she ruffled my hair, “I’m glad to see you smile again. Now, I think it’s time you met my boyfriend.”
Notes
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11/18/17