Parachute | Harry Styles Short Story

8 - Betrayal!

"Yes, did I say it well?" he chuckles. "Did it sound like the word?"

"Very close," she smiles at him.

"Fair enough. Anyway, I am a jerk," he shrugs.

"Is this because of her?" Anne sighs.

"Yes, I'm a horrible friend," Harry admits.

"You're being a little hard on her," she agrees.

"I don't know better," he frowns again.

Anne can see him physically withdrawing into that shell of him and she softly touches his shoulder.

Harry looks at his mother and wonders how she's still so patient with him. He's been hard to love and hard to be around these past years but she's been here.

Even his sister has fought back. Zayn too. But Anne is truly one to stay and not be pushed away.

Of course, he loves and appreciates these people but it's just so hard sometimes to accept they truly love him with no price to pay.

"I think you do," she's gentle.

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"You know you're being hard on her, so you know what to do next," she explains.

"What if she's done with me?" Harry is worried.

"She came all the way here today," Anne chuckles.

"That's true," he nods.

"I don't think she's done. I hope she's irritated though," she says.

"Hey, you're on my side!" Harry is shook.

"Are you sure about that?" she laughs a little.

"You should be on her side," he rolls his eyes.

"Baby, you know what you should do," Anne stares at him.

Harry exhales and nods in agreement. He knows what he must do. Nerves or no nerves.

This is not going to be easy but no friendship or relationship is actually easy. The work has to be done if it truly means anything to him.

He looks at his mother and gives a grateful smile.

"Thank you," he signs.

"I love you," Anne kisses his forehead.

-

Blue flops around on the couch, groaning and feeling irritated by the material. The past nights have been hard and sleep has refused to show up.

The nightmares are a little more vivid now and it's starting to worry her.

On the screen is a show on pause and Blue frowns at the time, it's barely eight.

If she forces herself to sleep now, she's going to be up before midnight and will have to stay up till morning. This is the worst.

Blue checks her phone and realises Paula has bombarded her with pictures of dinner her girlfriend made.

Blue smiles in slight envy and hurriedly responds to the message with a huge amount of yearning.

As she manages to be comfortable on the couch, there's a gentle knock on the door.

Blue groans as she wonders who it could be.

"Who is it?" she yells.

There's no answer. Another knock.