You Saved Me ● Harry Styles AU

Flashbacks

I reminisced the times where I'd say things and not explain them afterwards. It actually happened several times today.

"I'm sorry Harry...I haven't been thinking lately, I'm just not accustomed to someone who-"

"Doesn't know anything? I understand." Harry cut me off and started to storm off.

I didn't know why he was taking this so seriously...

"I'M ACTING LIKE THIS BECAUSE I'M TIRED OF IT!!" Harry shouted in my face.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" I said quietly, not wanting to have a screaming match with him, "A second ago you were kissing me then telling me it meant nothing."

"I didn't say it meant nothing."

"You're really confusing me now."

"I'm confused too..."

We couldn't bear another awkward silence so Harry's soft humming filled the space. Back at the alley, the temperature dropped by at least five degrees and the children were close to freezing. My heart dropped to my uterus when I realized they would've had to endure harsh London winters.

"What do you do when it's winter?" I slid my back down the wall to sit.

"I found a place that's mostly warm and about 25 minutes away." He held Danielle and Anna in his lap so I took custody of Brit and Andrew.

I combed through her soft blonde hair and her dark eyes looked worried. I couldn't understand how a parent could just abandon their child- their own flesh and blood. If I could have my own children- if I wanted children- even if they were an accident, I'd never give up on them. I'd never make the same mistakes my mother made.

"Mummy I got my report card today!" My 4-year old self waved my first report card in the air.

She took it from me and her eyes scanned over it through her grey designer glasses. She lowered it with a scowl on her face.

"Your first report card and you're already failing!" She raised her hand and struck me across the face with the letter, "Go to your room!"

"W-What about dinner?" I stuttered, tears coming to my eyes.

She sighed and crossed her arms, showing some sympathy.

"I'll think about it." She said in a slightly less harsh tone and I ran to my room, not out of not being able to have dinner, but that I couldn't make my mother happy.

An hour later, my mother came and knocked on my door saying we were going out for dinner and I should get ready. All I grabbed was my dirty 'Pooh Bear', one of the only toys my mother bought for me and headed out the door. My mother looked down at the dirty bear in my arms and only shook her head and guided me along.

"What about James?" I wiggled out of her grasp to go and beat on my 11-year old brother's door.

"No Soleil!" She scolded me and drew me away from the door.

"What's going on?" James groggily rubbed his eyes.

"We're going OUT to dinner!!"

I felt my mother's grip tighten on my hand.

"Are we?" He directed the question at my mother.

"Yes," I could hear that she was gritting her teeth, "Hurry and get ready. We're leaving in 5 minutes."

"No need, I'm already ready." He bent down and picked up his shoes.

"I'll be in the car." She huffed and let go of my hand.