Unforgettable

34.

He sounds like he's getting more upset the more he talks, his voice raising.

"You didn't want me there any way! Literally the last thing you said to me before I left was at least you won't have to look at such a fucking disappointment any more" he snaps again, and I take a step into the hallway.

"No! Don't start with that shit again, I'm nothing like him, I did not just leave you like he did, stop saying that - you always say that to me" he's talking like whoever he's on the phone to just slapped him with whatever they said.

I start to walk up the hallway slowly but then stop abruptly when he speaks next.

"No mum, I actually have a life here. It's not my job to take care of you forever - stop fucking saying that! I'm not being selfish! You haven't even called me unless it's for fucking money since I came here! I didn't even hear from you on Christmas! You don't even know where I'm living! You don't know what I'm doing for work! You don't give a shit about anything except when you're getting a cheque next!" he yells, sounding so furious but incredibly hurt at the same time.

That's his mother? That's how his mother treats him?

I scowl, feeling anger twist in my chest over how hurt he sounds, and now I understand why he never talks about her, she sounds awful.

How can anyone treat someone as beautiful as him like that?

"No, I don't just only care about my fucking self, you don't get to say that to me any more because I know it's not true now, I do care about someone else, more than you could ever imagine and you'd know that if you ever bothered to ask me anything about my god damn life!" he continues, sounding more and more worked up the further the conversation goes on.

There's a pause, before Harrys voice lowers and he sounds devastated "I would never do to anyone what he did to you, especially to her, don't ever say that to me again"

I take slow steps up the rest of the hallway, pausing at the entrance to see his back to me as his stood shirtless in front of the couch facing the TV, with his fingers knitted into his hair.

His shoulders bristle as he growls into the phone "You can say what you want about me, you can tell me I'm a piece of shit all you want, but don't you ever speak about her like that, you don't even know her, you don't even know her name"

He hangs his head at whatever is said to him next, and throws himself down on the couch, resting his forehead against his hand.

"You're wrong, she does care about me, which is more than I can say about you. I'm not having this conversation any more, you'll get your money next week. Just leave me alone"

He hangs up, throwing his phone on the coffee table and buries face in his hands letting out a heavy sigh.

I step cautiously towards the couch, until I reach it and lean forward resting my hands on his shoulders.

Harry stills, muttering against his hands "How much of that did you hear?"

"A bit" I tell him honestly "I'm sorry, I woke up and you weren't there, and I came to look for you and heard you on the phone - I should have just gone back into my room"

Harry shakes his head against his hands sighing "No it's okay"

He pulls his hands away, leaning back against the couch and I wrap my arms around his chest and rest my chin on his shoulder.

"So that was your mum?" I ask gently, and Harry only nods.

He seems deeply bothered by the conversation and I don't blame him, I don't know this mother of his, but she's already on my shit list.