Midnight Crew [Punk Harry AU]

"You're parents are right, bad boy's aren't any good but then again, good boys aren't any fun."

"We're a family can't you see? We have our ups and downs cause we're broken souls, but we're broken souls together."

"I may be a dim shattered light, but even the dim illuminate"

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10. E i g h t

*Harry’s P.O.V* (YAY!! Harry at last!!)

I twisted my wrist and took the car key’s from my mini van out and placed them in my pocket. They clicked and clanged as they hung in my moving pants. I walked up the concrete stairs of the porch of my small house and knocked on the door.

After 3 minutes or so the door opened. A man with brown slick hair, brown eyes and a face structure similar to mine stood at the door. His eyes droopy and baggy, the stench of beer making way through his mouth as he spoke to me.

“Why ya so late Harold?” he spat at me. I pushed him aside and made way into the small living room. I walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge and grabbed myself a Heineken. I made way back into the living room and took a seat on the sofa.

“Besides” I said as I took my first sip “It’s not like you care, you were probably hoping I would never come back so that you could go and get high.”

He stared me down, “I’m your father –hiccup- I wouldn’t want anything to –hiccup- hurt you. I wouldn’t want you to do something crazy like your mother did 10 years –hiccup- ago.”

I swallowed some beer real hard. “What the fuck did you say Bobbie?” I could feel my anger ready to explode.”

He smiled a drunken man smile as I got out of my seat and straight up to his face. He was just a few inches taller than me but I wasn’t afraid of him. I stopped that when I was 13 and was tired of him coming home drunk/high and screaming at me for being the cause of all his stupid problems.

“You heard me loud and clear Harold” he said back even louder this time.

I grabbed him by the collar of his already ripped up shirt, “MY MUM DIDN’T DO ANYTHING STUPID ALLRIGHT!!!!?! SHE KILLED HERSELF BECAUSE SHE WAS TIRED OF THE HELL SHE WAS LIVING WITH YOU. YOU WOULD COME HOME, LATE, DRUNK, HIGH, AGGRESSIVE AND YOU WOULD THROW YOUR ANGER ALL ON HER INNOCENT SOUL!!!! AND YOU KNOW WHY?? BECAUSE YOU’RE A FUCKING ASSHOLE WHO DOESN’T ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT HIS SON OR ANYTHING THAT HAS TO DO WITH HIM. SO SCREAM AT ME, PUNCH ME LIKE YOU DID WHEN I WAS YOUNGER AND FRAGILE BUT DON’T FUCKING BRING UP MY MOTHER INTO THIS YOU MOTHERFUCKER.”

I breathed heavily as my nostrils flared up and I bit my bottom lip so hard that I felt a trickle of blood slip down my chin. Memories of my mother flashed at me as I dropped my head down and slowly let go of Bobbie’s shirt collar. He pushed me aside towards the stairs and I fell hard to the floor.

“YOUR MOTHER WAS A FUCKING WHORE!!” he spat out at me “SHE WAS THE REASON I WENT AND GOT HIGH IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!” I would have bolted up and been ready to punch the bitch but instead I stayed put on the hardwood floor.

Bobbie kept screaming out about my mother and every word he said cut my heart into pieces.

“IT WOULDN’T SURPRISE ME IF YOU WEREN’T MY REAL SON”

He opened the front door and left, slamming it shut. I kept still and didn’t move a muscle, after a few more flashbacks I punched the wall and screamed out.

“MUM!!! MUMMY!!!”

As I did years ago, when I first heard what she had done, I yelled out for her to come back and take me out of the fucking hell hole that it was living with my father. But just like years ago, she never did come back.

So I laid my head on my knees and felt more blood make way down from my lip to my chin, slowly dripping onto my shirt.

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