Age is just a number (A Harry Styles fanfic)

Bio: hi I'm Brie, if you are wondering yes I'm Louis Tomlinson little sister. This is the first summer I get to stay with him and the rest of One Direction. I miss Lou so much. He's never home anymore so I can't wait to see him.

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9. heartbroken

 

~Harry's POV~    Lou takes Brie upstairs. A few minutes later I hear him singing, singing to her. Maybe one day I'll get to sing her to sleep, I smile to myself. I sit down on the couch with Zayn and Liam. Niall goes to the kitchen to get something to eat.  " So how'd it go?" Liam asks anxiously.    " Great, I asked her to be my girlfriend. She said yes."    " Ooo, Louie is going to have words for you," Zayn jokes.    " Brisedia Marie Tomlinson, it's safe to say I've fallen for you," Niall mocks in my accent.    Zayn and Liam laugh. I punch Niall in the stomach when he walks by.    " I know it's crazy but......... will you be my girlfriend?" he mocks again.    " Aww, little Harry's all grown up," Liam teases.    " Stop it!" I whine.    They all start laughing so hard. I feel my cheeks burn.    " Are Brisedia Tomlinson and Harry Styles together, find out next," a gossip show host interrupts them.    We stare at the telly intently, this isn't good. It's never good to be on a talk show. It comes back from commercial and we watch it. I disgusted about how much they said over a little picture. We never made it official, hell it only happened over an hour ago. I feel my blood boil as I sit and listen to them trash Brie and myself.    " So how old is Brisedia?" one host asks the other.    " 14 years old to my understanding."    " Whoa, and she's with the 'let's get naked, weird one'. I wonder if he's done her?"    " Probably, probably forced her too. Poor girl."    The tears slide down my face. I rush out of there and run looking for a place to go. I run out into the backyard and collaspe in the grass. They think I raped her, what kind of sick people are they? I would never do that to Brie, never. I hug my knees close to my chest and let the tears fall.    " Curly?" a soft voice calls out.    There she stands in front of me. Wearing the pajamas she wore last night. Beautiful as ever and so innocent. She kneels down in front of me.    " What's wrong?"    " Just some gossip about me and you."   " Harry, you can't let it get you down like this. I know you're stronger then this, and whatever it is I'm sure it's nothing."    Who am I talking to, Liam or a 14 year old girl? She's so mature about this, she doesn't even know what they said and she can still say this. She caresses my curls.    " Just close your eyes, the sun is going down. You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now. Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound," she sings.    She softly hums what I assume is the melody of the song. I slowly stop crying. She wipes my tears with her thumb. This seems so backwards, she would be the one crying and I comfort her like this. She leans in and kisses my forehead. She takes my hand and pulls me into a sitting position. I pull her into my lap and hold her tightly. If only she knew what had happened.    " It'll be okay Styles," she whispers.    I nod and let her go. I stand up and take her hand and we go back inside. In the living room, all the lads are on their laptops. All the screens show Twitter. Louie is no where to be found. He's probably upstairs, being extremely pissed off. They all acknowledge us as we come into the room.    " Sedia c'mere," Zayn says.    She lets go off my hand and sits on Zayn's lap.    " You know what happened don't you?" he asks.    Oh shit.        ~Brie's POV~   " You know what happened don't you?" Zayn asks.    " No, what's going on?"    I look from Zayn to Harry. What could have happened that made Harry cry that bad? The fans probably said I was ugly or something, come on what more could it be? Zayn puts his laptop in front of me. He scrolls down a gossip website's page. He hands me one earbud and hits play on a video. It's two women, fairly young, about 21. They sit in a living room type setting, drinking cups of coffee. They bring up how they believe Harry and I are dating. They do call me ugly several types, the call Harry a few things too. Then they move on to how old I am. Oh my god, they think he what?! I throw the earbud out of my ear. How could Harry not have told me it was this bad. I feel those damned tears coming on again. Why do you keep crying Brie? You're not weak like this, stop acting like it! I take control of the laptop and go on Twitter. My wall is trashed, so is Harry's. My brain physically won't let me repeat what some of the people said. I won't call them fans because they aren't. After a while of scrolling through Twitter, Zayn stops me.    " You have to tell them it was fake."    I nod and hit the compose button. I start typing, I recite what I say as I'm typing.    " Dear everyone, that video is a lie. Nothing like that has ever happened between Harry and I. If you want to believe a bunch of dirty minded liars be my guest, but I'm telling the truth. Besides, Harry and I aren't even dating." I hit compose.    " Brie," Harry gasps his eyes re-watering.    " Maybe it's for the best," is all I can say.    Here come the flood gates. I stand there for a second then take off upstairs. I burst into Lou's room not caring what he's doing. I crash into his arms. My head meets his bare, warm chest. He sits down and scoops me up in his lap.    " Shh, Sediabear. It's okay," he soothes.    " It'll never be okay. I just broke two hearts in one night. My own and Harry's," I sob.    Lou rubs my back soothingly. I cry harder into his chest. I can't stop it and I can't slow it down. The tears just keep coming and coming. It's like all the tears I've saved for all these years are just coming out all at once. I feel so weak, and it's because I am. My thoughts are interrupted when  Liam runs into the room breathless.    " Harry's gone missing!" he screams.   
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