Drifter | (Harry Styles AU) • COMPLETE

Chapter 45.

Authors Note

Double update! Yay!

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Harry's POV

"If I just woke up from a two week coma why the hell am I so sleepy?" I whine to my father, who is opening a bottle of green tea for me,"Dad, I'm tired, and I'm hungry and there's nothing to eat in this shit hole place."

"The doctor just told you it was normal to feel that way, you even heard him say it yourself," My father snaps bending the straw for me before handing me back the bottle,"Now quit complaining and eat the food they brought you before you take a nap."

Once Mariano had left he must have mentioned to my father that I had finally woken up because moments later he burst through the door showing me more love then I can honestly ever remember him showing me in my entire life. In my father's eyes I always felt worthless, like I would never measure up to his expectations, which was partially because he always treated me different, as if I wasn't important enough to take up his time. My father and I have always had a very cold relationship, rarely talking especially now that we work together, so all of this attention from him is really something foreign to me.

Nothing like your son being in a coma for you to finally realize that you actually have a son, ay?

It definitely took me by surprise, hell I didn't even know my father was here in the first place, he's never taken more then a few hours off of work so I couldn't even being to imagine him missing two weeks worth of work for me.

"Hell no.This food tastes like shit. It literally looks like someone chewed it up and spit it back out onto my tray," I tell him taking a sip of tea.

"I don't care what it looks like, you need to eat it," My father demands pushing the tray closer to me,"I don't need you getting sick."

"No," I say pushing it back,"I'm not eating anymore of this crap."

"Harry, you will eat everything on this tray or so help me god I will shove it down your throat and force feed every last bit of food to you,"My father threatens, grabbing the fork off the tray, scooping up a few mashed potatoes, raising them to my mouth.

"I am not eating it," I laugh deviously knocking the fork to the floor.

"It's like your six again, I swear," My father says cracking a smile, shaking his head at me.

"Does that mean you'll be going out and bringing me restaurant food for every meal like you use to?"I ask hopefully.

"I won't ever make that mistake again," My father laughs, taking a seat,"I remember how upset your mother..."

"Don't talk about her," I snap suddenly feeling my mood change. I've done a pretty good job at avoiding thoughts related to my mother and Id like to keep it that way.

"I can't help but thinking about her Harry, I'm sure you are too,being in a hospital and all," My father says his expression saddening.

"Well I'm trying to ignore it so can you just stop talking about this? You know when I think of mom I start thinking of Martin," I remind my father angrily, my body feeling tense as my deceased, older brother's name leaves my mouth.

"He was your brother Harry, he made a mistake and..."My father begins to say to me. I know exactly where he's going with this, as always he'll defend Martin till he's blue in the face.

"You don't think I fucking know that?" I bark feeling my temper rising,"Look if your going to talk about Martin then get the fuck.."

"Hey bud? How about this, I bring you some food? I'll grab you a torta, there's a restaurant down on the corner," My father says cutting me off, clearly trying to get back on my good side and avoid an argument .

"What's that?" I ask deciding to cut my dad a break and continue getting along with him. Who knows how long this whole 'Baby Harry' thing will last, so I'm going to milk it for as long as I can.

"It's similar to a sandwich, but better, you'll love it," my father tells me with a grin, walking toward the door,"Try to stay awake."

"Hurry up, I'm starving," I call after him as he shuts the door. I grab the large remote and turn the tv on, flipping thru the various Spanish shows which coincidentally all happen to be game shows.

I finally settle on one mostly because it has fairly decent looking half naked girls on it that dance around for reasons unknown to me. I watch for about twenty minutes, finishing up the rest of my tea.

Shit now I have to pee.

I slowly turn my body to the side the way the doctor showed me so that I can get off the bed. I grab the cane near my bedside using it to steady myself up. The doctor said it would take a few days for my muscles to regain strength so for the mean time I'll be using wheelchairs, canes and crutches.

How fun.

I shuffle to the bathroom in these hideous fuzzy socks the nurse put on me in order to keep my feet warm even though I insisted on wearing my regular Nike socks.

When I finally do reach the toilet I lift the lid and seat before attempting to take my first piss, post-coma.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," I mutter, feeling like a little boy who's just learning to aim.

Out of all the things to forget why did peeing have to be one of them?

I can honesty say I got about 3 seconds worth of urine into the toilet before it decided to splatter all over the wall and floor.

How embarrassing.

I carefully walk toward the sink and begin washing my hands when I hear the room door close.

"Dad?" I call as I shuffle out of the bathroom,"You're not going to believe this, but I forgot how to ..." I begin to say with a laugh, expecting to see my father with food, but I don't.

Instead I come face to face with Anissa. We stare at one another in tension filled silence. She looks unsure of what to say next, so I decide to take the lead.

There's only one thing I truly need to say to her, so I might as well get it out now.

"I'm sorry," I blurt out the exact same moment Anissa says, "I'm leaving."

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