Like the First Time (Harry Styles: no.2)

Chapter 3: Wonderwall

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Chapter 3: Harry

I could feel my heart pumping loudly in my ears. Stress had forced me to sleep the night before and worry is what woke me up.

I still feared what would happen if Lydia's mum knew about me, about us. She couldn't drag her back home, since I was already here. The worst she could do was kick me out, but what would happen then?

Would Lydia leave with me? Would she stay with her at home? She was an adult afterall. She had her own decisions to make.

It was around 5:30 AM when I got out of bed. I pulled on the clothes I had been wearing yesterday and looked around. Lydia had college papers strewn across her desk and some along the floor by her bed. She worked so hard to please her mother, but the older woman could never be happy.

It was chilly in the room and my hoodie couldn't really keep the cold out from this November air. Walking towards the door was a real mission since the only thing better than facing the world was slipping back into bed with Lydia.

God, that sounded amazing right now.

I unlock the bedroom door and step through, my eyes looking for any movement in the dark hallway. Faint snores were heard at the end of the hall, the guest bedroom was my guess. It was her father.

Going the opposite direction, I silently step down the stairs and onto the first floor. The house was silent and no one was in sight. Chase must've moved from the couch and to one of the other rooms because he wasn't on the couch anymore.

Maybe he felt better?

I walk into the small kitchen and look through the fridge for something to eat. Pulling out the milk, I begin my search for cereal. Where would Lydia put cereal? I look through the cabinets until it dawns on me that Lydia is shorter than me. Meaning, that she'd put it some place where she won't have to climb on the counter to reach it.

I check the pantry next to the fridge and on the exact middle shelf is a fair variety of breakfast cereals. Deciding of cheerios, I begin my quest for a spoon.

When I finish making my breakfast, I take my food, ready to walk up the stairs to the bedroom. But, I don't make it to the stairs. I see a small hallway off the kitchen, leading off to a room.

My eyebrows quirk up in curiosity. Looking around, I make sure no one is watching me secretly and then begin down the hall. I reach the door, twisting the knob, but it doesn't open. I try again and add some more force, pushing my shoulder into it whilst turning the knob, the door finally opening.

That was such trouble, why? Is this the basement or something? Does nobody come here anymore? Maybe, just maybe, they couldn't open the door. I knew that it was trouble for even me to open the door.

I let my hand search the wall for a light switch, flicking it on when my fingers brush it. Nothing changes in my line of vision until a sole light turns on with a few faint twitches.

I take a step back when I see what's in the room.

My heart lunges against my chest and I swallow the lump in my throat. With one final ounce of thought, I step into the room, already knowing that I shouldn't be in here.

Lydia

Nightmares of claws and crow's screaming woke me up. I had dreamnt of this in my life before, and I knew that it only represented one thing: my mother.

When I was younger, she could be a bit... forceful with her decisions, hitting me every once in a while. She often screamed too, especially in the last few months since she brought me back from Los Angeles.