My Sister's Fiancé (Fanfiction) - Completed

Scarlett never expected to see Harry Styles again. Ever. It was the last thing in the world she wanted to do. But what she doesn't know...is that her Step Sister, Amber is bringing home a big surprise for the family. And it's not one Scarlett is going to like...
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2. ***FLASHBACK***

 

***FLASHBACK*** - 2 Years ago.

Scarlett's POV.

"What are you doing?!" Harry shouted.

I bit my lip to stop myself from saying something stupid and continued packing. I needed to get out of here. I didn't belong here. This was Harry's new world and I appreciated and admired it... I just didn't want to be a part of it anymore.

"Scar, we can talk about this..." Harry told me tentatively.

He reached out to touch my arm, but I shrugged it off. 

"I'm going whether you like it or not, Harry. That's it." I tried to squeak out as sternly as I could manage. But I'm sure it just sounded like I was trying not to cry- which I was.

I continued to stuff all of my belongings randomly into my suitcase; ignoring the tears in my eyes that were threatening to break free.

"But...I don't want you to go." I heard Harry whisper.

I wiped my eyes and ignored the voice inside my head that was telling me to stop packing and just listen to him. That voice was pissing me off.

I heard Harry begin pacing behind me and I imagined that he would be running his hands through those gorgeous curls. He always did that when he was stressed or frustrated. It meant you could always tell when he was stressed about something, because his curls would be all over the place. Any other time, they were perfect.

I peeked over my shoulder, and sure enough his curls were everywhere. I smiled to myself and then quickly turned back around before he noticed.

"Wha-t exactly is this all a-bout? I thought we were happy." Harry stuttered out.

I closed my eyes for a moment and turned around to face Harry. If possible, his curls were even messier than before and it looked as if he had an extra pair of frown lines glued to his forehead.

I sighed, "I don't belong here, Harry."

He shook his head, "But you do, Scar. You belong with me. Everyone can see that."

I clenched my fists. I didn't want to leave this way, but I guess this was the way it was going to be.

"Yeah, the whole bloody world can see it. And by the whole bloody world, I mean Liam. Just Liam." I growled.

It was true. The only person who knew that me and Harry were together was Liam Payne. That was it. The paparazzi sure didn't know we were together; because it wasn't plastered all over the news. It was pretty surprising they hadn't found out actually, because they practically stalked Harry everywhere and all the time.

Harry bowed his head, "You know that's not my decision."

"Oh, I can see that! It's that stupid, idiot manager! The one who bosses you around like a puppet!" I snapped sarcastically.

"It's only because of the hate you would get." Harry tried to defend.

But it wasn't working. I knew the truth. 

I bit my lip as hard as I could, but the words just tumbled out "Don't play dumb with me Harry. You and I both know that's a bunch of bull. People aren't allowed to know about us because I'm not good enough for you. I'm not good enough for the Harry Styles," Harry tried to stop me but I stopped him, "I'm just some small town girl who's a plain Jane. Nothing more to them. You should be with some supermodel or some pretty actress. Not me. And you know it." I whispered the last words as tears leaked down my cheeks.

Harry stayed there for a moment staring before he opened his mouth again.

"I don't want some actress or supermodel! I want you, Scar. I love you." he looked deep into my eyes then and that voice came back inside my head telling me that this was a mistake, that I should just drop the subject and unpack.

But I didn't want to hear it.

I grabbed my suitcase and walked towards the door before Harry grabbed my arm and pressed his lips to mine. It was just like every kiss we shared- perfect. And I never wanted it to end, but I had to.

I broke away and looked up at him.

"Don't you love me?" Harry whispered.

I do, I do!- That voice screamed out to me but  just ignored it and said, "Go find yourself a supermodel or a pretty actress. That's what you're supposed to do, Harry." 

Then I walked out and never expected to see Harry ever again. And it broke my heart.

 

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