My Beautiful Friend

I am Louis Tomlinson's little sister Melanie. This is what happens when I fall for my best friend Harry Styles.


3. Ch. 3

I for some reason ended up at Harry's place. I knew he was still at my home. I lent against his down and sunk to the floor. I started to cry. Louis was a stupid asshole. He was so fucking blind. I hated Eleanor. I hated him. My mum and dad always compared me to Louis. Telling me that I had to be successful in life. That I was never good enough. Harry was the only one who liked me for me. Harry.... 

"Mel?" I heard a deep voice ask. I looked up. Harry was at the end of the hall. He ran up to me.

"Oh my gosh Mel. Are you okay. Jesus, don't ever fucking run like that again. You scared the shit out of me. What if you got hit by a car, or kidnapped, or robbed, or worse. Swarmed by door to door salesmen." He said. I laughed. He smiled brightly his dimple popping out. He helped me up. He opened his door and led me in side. We went to his room. I threw myself on his bed. He chuckled. He fell beside me. 

"Melanie what happened?" He asked. 

"I hate him, I hate him so much. He chose her, that skanky, slimy, herpes infested bitch over me." I cried. (A/N: I don't hate Eleanor at all! This is all just for the story. I totally ship her and Louis :) ) 

He pulled me into a hug. I let out a deep sigh. His phone started to go off. He picked it up. 

"Hello?" He said. I could hear Louis on the other end. 

"Harry have you found her?" He asked. 

"Yeah I did."

"Where is she?" 

"With me. At my place."

"What? I'm coming to get her."

"NO!" I yelled. "I don't want to see you! I don't want to talk to you. I hate you." I yelled. By this point it was on speaker. 

"Mel.... please. I'm sorry. I need my little sister." He begged. I scoffed.

"I'm sorry, I don't know any child that could be her. Louis give up. I'm not gonna forgive you. Don't ever talk to me again." I said calmly, coldly, and flatly. I heard him start to cry but I ignored it. 

"I love you Mel...." He whispered, his voice was shaky. I hung up on him. Harry wrapped his arms around me. I held onto the soft fabric of his shirt. My knuckles were white. Silent tears fell. I eventually cried my self into a deep sleep.

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