Making My Life Better •L.S.•

chapter ~3~

Hi! ♡

Because I'm in a good mood I finished this chapter.

Also, Louis is taller than Harry here since they are still young (L 17-18, H 15-16) so I don't want to hear (read, lol) any comments about their height difference and why Louis' clothes are bigger on Harry. It's because Louis is slightly taller. I'm tired of hearing Louis being 'a small bean'
*annoyed eye roll*

Enjoy!

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Harry jolted awake at the sound of a loud bang going through his bedroom's walls.

He immediately uncovered and got himself out of the covers to sprint towards the living room, but when he heard a yelp coming from the kitchen, he went there; watching the scene in front of him with wide eyes.

«God dammit» His mother yelled as her coffee was all over the floor with pieces of a broken glass.

''Harry!'' She then yelled and quickly stepped out of the kitchen standing in front of him.

«Get your ass over there and fucking clean everything up now» She said and shoved him by his shoulder, inside the kitchen.

He, of course, was not wearing any shoes on, since he was sleeping, so he accidentally stepped on a piece of glass, crying out in pain when he felt it sinking into his skin.

«Pathetic» She muttered and left the kitchen.

After cleaning the kitchen and making sure his feet was all clean up and did not get an infection, he stepped out of the kitchen only to go into his room and see his mum right there, sitting on his bed and looking guilty.

«Harry I'm sorry, I'm going through a breakup at the moment, and I didn't want to snap at you, nor hit you yesterday» She said and Harry stood there frozen before he gained his bravery back.

He cannot just stand there and not say anything, it is not fair for him. It never was and he should have noticed sooner but he was too scared to say anything, stand up for himself, save himself from all the torture he has been through the last years.

«You know what? No, I am not going to l-listen to you. I've been doing what you w-want to me to do, three years now. I-I helped with e-everything I could, a-and you didn't even say a thank you! You had been neglecting me and making that s-son of bitch hit me because you were to much of a c-chicken to do it y-yourself» He said and then he closed his eyes tightly shut, when he felt a slap on his cheek. It sting but compared to the pain in his heart, he didn't feel anything.

«You are not my son. You ruined my life» She screamed, and Harry opened his eyes to see her standing in front of him.

''Do not d-dare to lay a hand on m-me again because I'm g-gonna go t-tell everything to the p-police.'' He said back stuttering a little, with tears streaming down his face and over his red cheek.

«No, you will not. You are not my son anymore, you little fag» she smirked when she saw Harry's face fall at the word.

«That's it, I'm going to move out and you will never see me again! » he said decisively and making her scoff