It's Complicated

Zoey Tomlinson thinks her life is amazing before she finds out things she isn't supposed to. There are things she was never supposed to know. She wants to know more, but her 'dad' tells her to drop it. He's saying everything she hears is a lie. But something tells her differently.

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4. Chapter Four

Harry's P.O.V.

    Zoey fell asleep in the car, so Louis carried her inside. He brought her up to their guest room and laid her in the bed. "I'm going to sleep, lad. Wake me up when she wakes up if you're awake." he said. I nodded and continued playing on my phone. A little while later, I heard a scream and someone crying. Zoey. I got up and ran and peeked in her door. She was crying in her sleep. I sat next to her and gently shook her. "Zoey." I whispered. A few seconds later, she opened her eyes and jumped. "It's just me." I whispered and hugged her. She must've had a really horrible dream because she was trembling terribly. I held her and rubbed her back. "You're okay." I whispered. She pulled back and wiped her eyes. "Thanks, but I'm fine. You don't have to sit here with me." she said. I hugged her again. "You're scared. Don't lie I can tell. It's fine. I was just going to be anyways." I said. I crawled up inside the sheets next to her and pulled her close. I don't know if she thought it was strange, but I wanted to make sure she felt safer. I guess she was okay with it, because she snuggled up close to me. We both soon feel into a deep slumber.

 

Louis's P.O.V.

    I woke up and looked at my clock. It was already eleven. Why didn't Harry wake me up? I walked downstairs and I guess they weren't awake either. I went up to Harry's room, but he wasn't there. His car was in the driveway, so where is he? I went and peered in Zoey's room. There both of them were, snuggled together sleeping. I don't know if I like this. Harry is my best friend, but I don't want Zoey getting hurt. I'll just have to talk to Harry later. I closed the door and went to the kitchen. I finally decided to make pancakes after searching around numerous times. I was flipping them, when Zoey and Harry came in. "Morning sleeping beauties." I said. Zoey rolled her eyes and Harry just ignored me. "Pancakes?" I offered a plate to Zoey. She nodded and took the pancake. Harry got one himself and sat by her. They started talking about who knows what. I hope they didn't do anything last night.

    We finished the pancakes and Zoey went upstairs to use the shower. "Can I talk to you, Haz?" I asked. "Sure, Lou!" he said and sat by me. "Well, I think you should back off of Zoey." I said. "What? Why? Do you like her or something?" he asked. "No. She's like my sister! I just don't want to see her get hurt." I said. "And you think I do?" Harry asked. "No. I just feel protective over her, okay? Please, just don't try anything." I said. He sighed. "Whatever, Louis." he said. I went upstairs and Zoey was coming downstairs. She seemed a little upset with something, but brushed it off and smiled at me. "When are we going to the hospital?" I asked her. "Whenever you're ready." she said. "Okay, well how about it five minutes? You can ask Harry if he wants to come. I don't know if he will or not." I said. She nodded and went the rest of the way down the stairs.

    I got dressed and quietly snuck down the stairs. I wanted to see what Harry was doing with her. He can be sneaky sometimes. But nope. All they were doing was talking. They weren't even sitting on the same couch together. I think I'm good. Harry backed off.

 

Zoey's P.O.V.

    Louis came back down and we went to the hospital. Louis came with me to the desk while Harry sat in the waiting room. "Hello. My name is Tiffany. Can I help you with anything?" a nice looking lady asked. "Yes. I recently found out I was adopted, and I was wondering if you could help me find out who my real family is. My adopted mother told me this was where I was born." I said. "I'm sorry, but we can't let the information out without the birth parent's permission." she said. "But I don't know who my real parents are! Please? This is the only way to know who my family is." I said. "I wish I could help you sweetie. But I'm afraid I can't. I'll loose my job." she said. I could feel tears burning my eyes, so I ran as fast as I could through the door outside. I stopped at the curb and sat down, burying my head in my knees crying. I soon heard someone sit next to me. They pulled me to them and hugged me. "Shh. I'll help you find out about your real family. I promise. It will be okay." Louis said. I hugged him back. "What if I don't find out who they are? I don't even know what to do now! This was the only thing I knew about. And that I have a brother named Lewis or something like that. I don't even know his actual name!" I said. "How old? Do you know?" he asked. I shook my head. "I promise we'll find out more about this. I will help you, okay?" he said. I nodded and he kissed my forehead. "Thank you so much, Louis." I said. "You're welcome. You're like my little sister. Too bad your not, then you would actually find out who your family is." he said. I nodded. I love him like my brother. Too bad he isn't...

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