Facing His Demons (Harry Styles, One Direction)

Chapter Ten

"I want to get to know you, Harry."  Lacey closed my bedroom door behind her, as she entered the room.

"It's Styles."

"No, it's Harry."

She sat beside me on the floor, clutching a bottle of gin and grinning mischievously.

"Now where on earth did you get that?" I smirked, swinging for the bottle but she moved her arm away before I could grab it.

"I'll give it to you if you tell me something about you." She pouted.

I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. "You don't want to learn more about me, it's best you don't. But seriously how did you get your hands on this? I'm pretty sure this is part of Tommo's collection.."

"I've learnt a trick or two." She giggled, taking a gulp of the alcohol.

I leaned closer towards her. "You are full of surprises." I whispered, staring her dead straight into her eyes. Suddenly I grabbed the bottle from her. She cried out and tried to grab it back.

I shook my head laughing before drinking some myself.

"We had a deal Mr Styles."

"Rule number 2, don't make deals with me. I'm not very honourable."  I smirked.

"I disagree." She pulled the bottle from me, taking another sip. "I mean.. You act like you're some big tough intimidating guy, but deep down you're not that bad really."  Her drunk state amused me. She couldn't handle her drink like I could.

"Ok fine, you ask me whatever questions you'd like to know and I'll answer honestly. See if I'm 'not that bad really' then."

She placed her brown hair behind her ear and paused for a moment before nodding.

"How did you get here?"

"Well, I stood up and walked from that room to this one."

She laughed. "No, you know what I mean. How did you get into the gang?"

I paused, and placed the bottle onto the floor.

"My dad had this huge honourable reputation, he was friends with people in high places all over London. Everyone loved him, but behind closed doors he was completely different. When I started coming home from school a bit earlier, I'd find him and mum arguing. She'd come out covered in bruises, she said something about falling over but I knew it was a lie. I was nine years old, I didn't know what to do." I sighed softly, I never opened up like this.

"Then one day I confronted him about it, he told me that it was a man's job to keep people in line. He started hitting me instead of mum, but at least mum and my little brother John were ok. Then one day he took it too far, I was beaten unconscious, mum took me to hospital and when the police started asking the right questions my dad lost it. He ended up killing mum and then himself. He stabbed her thirteen times. Thirteen." I spat out each syllable.