The Styles Brothers // h.s

When three-year-old Liela moves to Holmes Chapel, Chesire, England, she gains two amazing best friends Harry and Edward. As the years progress, what happens when she develops feelings for both of the twins? Who will she choose?

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12. Chapter 11.

My alarm goes off on the bedside table and I groan, slamming my hand on it. It refuses to stop its blaring, so I throw it at the wall, chipping the paint off of the wall and breaking my alarm clock. I groan. I am not going to school today. Everyone will only be talking about everything between Edward and I. It's not worth it.

I pull the duvet back over me and begin thinking of Harry. I miss him so much. As I try to think of what I am going to do about everything that's going on, I fall asleep.


I jolt up, looking around my room shakily, my heart racing like it's about to burst out of my chest. I sigh a sigh of relief as I notice that no one is in the room with me. I throw my duvet off of me and walk into my bathroom, taking a quick shower, washing my hair and body. I get out and pull on a pair of white skinny jeans and a black crop top before towel drying my hair. My phone vibrates on my bedside table and I reach for it, reading the new text.

From: Harry

I just got to my house. When I finish putting my stuff back where it belongs, I'd love to come over, or maybe vise-verse. I can't wait to see you again.

I check the time. 2:59pm. I groan. Edward will be home at 4:15.

To: Harry

No, it's fine, you can come over whenever. I'd prefer it be only you, though. I haven't seen you in so long and want to be alone with you. Catch up, ya know?:)

I hit send and sigh, exasperated. I have never lied to Harry. Maybe it was only a white lie, but still, it wasn't the entire truth.

From: Harry

On my way:) x


A knock on the door brings me from my thoughts. I open the door to reveal a very ecstatic Harry. He immediately engulfs me in a hug. I smile and wrap my arms around his neck, breathing him in. God, I've missed this boy.

"Hi," he says to me as he finally releases me.

"Hi yourself," I reply back.

I let him in and close the door. I walk in and sit down on the couch beside Harry.

"Look, Liela, I need to te-" I cut him off before he goes any furthur.

"Harry, I need to ask you something." I fiddle with my fingers nervously.

"Okay?" He says, sounding more of a question than a statement.

"Do you really love me?" I look up at him. He freezes in his spot instantiously, blinking only a couple times.

"Wh-what?" He stutters.

I reach into my back pocket and pull out my phone. I pull up the conversation between Harry and I and scroll to the text that he had sent me the other night. I hand my phone to him. "Is this true?" I ask him. He blinks a couple of times and grabs my phone, staring at the screen blankly. He nods, seeming completely speechless. "Harry, I-"

"No, Liela, save it. I know you don't-" I shut him off by smashing my lips onto his. He is taken aback at first but then soon moves his lips in sync with mine. He licks my bottom lip, begging for entrance, and I willingly let him in. His tongue fights for dominance over mine, winning.

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