Handcuffed to a Flirt ( 1D Harry Styles)

Ch. 33 Annabelle to the Rescue?

Heellooo everyone! How have you all been??? I’ve missed writing!

I’m terribly sorry I took forever to write but I’m back now and I going to start updating weekly again!

Hope you like the chapter! Sorry if it's short, it was like 7 pages on Microsoft Word.

Love ya xxx

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 Melody's POV

I’m in a train on my way to jersey, to my mother’s place. It's been three years since I've seen her, never did I think I'd be going back to the place I once called home.

I spend all night in the train because my mom lives at the very end of jersey. I'm about an hour away; the nerves inside me are killing me. Why do I feel like this? It's just my mom.

Yeah the one who can die tomorrow? When she called me last night I already knew that I'd be leaving. All the times we argued, all the times she hit me just melted away as soon as I heard she had cancer.

It was more like a no brainier. She's my mother and no matter what she did, I can't judge her nor could I leave her alone at a time like this.

The only regret I have is not being able to say goodbye to Harry. Carter will survive; Annebelle said she'd take care of him but Harry.... It hurts me knowing that he'll most likely be over it by tomorrow cause that's the type of guy he is. A player.

I didn't know what to do, my mom needed me and he lied. He lied about everything and it shouldn't hurt that he probably doesn't care about me but there's still this small part inside me that hopes that he does. Just a little bit. But I know it's a hopeless case.

I dropped out of NYU temporarily while I'm with my mom. There really is no point to going to NYU if I'm living in jersey. I really didn't want to but I didn't really have a choice.

By the time I got out of the train everyone had already left. I quickly gathered my bag and suit case and dismounted the train. It was raining outside so I practically ran to the first taxi I saw.

"4011 Lincoln Ave." I told the driver. He gave a quick nod and pulled out of the station.

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The car ride was surprising short. The taxi driver pulls up in front of my mother’s house in less than an hour. I quickly pay him and make my way to the door.

I raise my hand to knock on the door but hesitate and decide against it. As the taxi leaves I sit on the porch steps.

What am I doing here? After three years; at the first cry of help I rush to her side. After all those times I told myself I would let her rot in hell if she ever called me back.

She kicked me out without any mercy, knowing I had nowhere else to go. So why am I here?

Because deep down, I still wish that one day she'll de the mother I know she can be.

I'm pulled back into reality by a sudden dog opening. I turn around and there I see her, my mom.

“Melody! Oh my Melody, it’s been so long” She gives me a warm hug and ushers me inside. She hasn’t changed, still the tall, slim woman with my green eyes and her dirty blonde hair that I remember.

“Hi..…mom” I murmur. There’s not much I can say. “Come, sit. Tell me how you have been” She quickly takes me to the living room and we start conversing on the last three years of my life.  

-------------------3 weeks later.

---Harry’s POV---

Where is she? Is she okay? Are we over? God no, please don’t let it be that. I lay in my bedroom just staring to the ceiling, staring to nothing. Nobody knows where she is or how she managed to leave without being seen. It’s been three weeks and I still have no clue if she’s okay.