Half a Heart

Adalaide Styles is the twin sister of THE Harry Styles. But since he's been away, she's been distraught. It's killing her that he's gone, but when he comes back, it seems that everything is falling into place. But will she be able to see that someone else may care for her beyond Harry? And what happens when they leave again. (Based on "Half a Heart" by One Direction)


5. Chapter 5

~ Harry’s P.O.V. ~

With Adalaide out with Angelica and her little sister and Mum also out with friends, I figured it would be a lovely opportunity for the guys and I to just relax, just us five. I loved seeing my family, but it hadn’t been just us boys in the longest time. We always had a member of management, part of the band, fans, friends, or family with us. It was nice to just be the five of us, alone. We hadn’t had that since our days on X Factor.

I turned to all the boys while we cleared our dishes, “What do you all want to do today?”

They all looked around at each other, forming a silent agreement. Niall was the one who voiced it. “Let’s just relax today. Hang out, watch movies, just be five normal lads with normal lives.” We all nodded and I breathed a sigh of relief. I really wasn’t up for much today.

After the dishes were all done, we all gathered on the couches in the living room. Zayn picked up the remote and started flipping through the channels as Liam raided the DVD case.

It was a few minutes before he returned, but he had quite a few films. Among them were his favorites: all the Toy Story and Batman movies, Click, and the Lion King. He also had the three Mummy films, the first Shrek film, and all eight of the Harry Potter films.

There was a bit of debating, but we all settled on the first Harry Potter film: The Sorcerer's Stone.

Even though we all loved the movie, Zayn and Lou were asleep by the time Harry and Ron started playing chess, with Nialler and Li half way there. I was starting to nod off as well by the time Harry, Ron, and Hermione made it to Hogwarts.

That’s when Addie came home. She was quiet, I had to give her that, but I still heard her. I checked the clock and noticed that it was nearly 11 P.M. Hold on, I never fell asleep. But then again, the other guys fell asleep at a later part than this, which meant that I HAD fallen asleep, and the film had repeated 3 or 4 times.

“Addy? Why are you home so late?” I stood up and moved over to her.

“Harry?” She stopped in her tracks, clearly confused.

“Yeah, it’s me. Addy, are you alright?” I had no idea what kind of trouble she and her friends had gotten themselves into; for all I knew, she could’ve been drunk.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. What time is it?” Her speech was slurred, but I couldn’t smell alcohol on her breath.

“Adalaide, are you drunk?” I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to look like I held some form of authority over her.

She placed her hands on her hips, defensive. “No, why? Harry, are YOU drunk?”

“Of course not!” Just then, Addy started tipping to one side. I stepped forward to catch her and picked her up. “You’re sure you’re not drunk? And you just don’t remember?” I supplied.

“No Harry! I’m not drunk!” At least she was sober enough to realized not to shout. I carried her up the stairs and placed her in her bed, pulling the covers over her. She was just lucky I was helping her in her state. I couldn’t believe she came home drunk! I couldn’t believe Angelica took her to a bar or a club or whatever. I couldn’t believe she let my little sister get drunk!

“Why are you tipsy and slurring your speech then?” I didn’t want to believe that she was drunk, but a person didn’t just act this way if they were sober.

“I’m not slurring my speech, and I’m not tipsy! I just lost feeling in my right leg for some reason…” I shook my head. Lame excuse. And I’d heard plenty of them. Hell, I USED half of them!

“Whatever…” I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I was too tired for this. “It’s not my problem. You’re the one who has to deal with the hangover in the morning. And I don’t want to hear you complaining.” I shook my head one last time and left the room.

Just as I closed the door, I heard her yell after me, “But Harry! I’m not drunk!”

Was I too hard on her? Maybe this was her first time getting drunk and she didn’t know what sheh was getting herself into. Maybe I should’ve been nicer and more understanding. Getting drunk could be fun at times, but the morning after was a pain in the arse. I groaned, debating whether or not to go up and apologize. I figured I’d apologize once she was over the hangover.

I continued my descent of the stairs, then crossed the living room to turn off both the T.V. and the DVD player. I placed the movie back in its case, and the case back on the stack of other Harry Potter movies.

I then grabbed a pillow from the couch and a throw blanket from the pile in the basket we kept in the corner of the living room, then curled up on the floor, promptly passing out.


I woke up a few hours later, feeling like I definitely didn’t get enough sleep. The clock mounted on the wall read 8:30, and judging by the light outside, it was A.M. I looked around at the guys, all of which were still asleep, and chuckled quietly.

I stood up, stretching my aching muscles. The floor wasn’t exactly condusive to a relaxing night’s sleep, but I didn’t mind all that much. I rubbed my eyes tiredly as I moved slowly to the kitchen. When I looked up though, I saw Addy making breakfast.

“It’s about time you got up!” she threw over her shoulder cheerfully. Why was she cheerful? It wasn’t natural.

“How are you so happy being hungover? NOBODY is that happy. Isn’t your head pounding?” I raised an eyebrow as she gave me a ‘Really?’ look.

“Harry, I told you last night: I never got drunk. I’ve never even touched alcohol.” She shrugged, then turned back to whatever she had in the pan.

“But… I saw you!” I couldn’t believe it. But she was one hell of an actress. She was either amazing at acting drunk, or at acting sober. I couldn’t decide which it was.

She shook her head, clearly confused. “I don’t know what you saw, but I was NOT drunk. And I can’t believe you didn’t trust me!” she stated angrily.

“Addy…” I could feel her disappointment and anger.

“Don’t you ‘Addy...’ me. Just because you like to get drunk with your friends, doesn’t mean I do.” She flipped the last of whatever was in the pan onto a plate, deposited the cookware in the sink, and stormed off upstairs.

I was about to go after her to apologize when Niall came bursting into the kitchen. “FOOD!!!!” he yelled at the top of his lungs. The other three boys came in shortly after, still rubbing the sleep from their eyes.

We all ate at the table silently, too hungry to make small talk. We had all kind of slept through...well...all of yesterday, and hadn’t eaten anything since Sunday. I was surprised not even Niall woke up for lunch or dinner.

“So….” I drew out the word amongst the silence. “What’re we planning on doing today?” As if on cue, each boy sported a ‘deer-in-the-headlights’ look. I chuckled, then said, “Well, I’m doing some Christmas shopping and wrapping since it’s already the 23rd. Oh, Lou! Did you have anything special you wanted to do for your birthday?” His birthday was tomorrow and I felt bad he wouldn’t be home for it, so I wanted to make him happy and do anything I could to make it an amazing 22nd birthday.

“Not particularly,” he said, contemplating, “maybe go out for dinner or something?”

“Of course! Just us five or did you want to invite Eleanor? She’s in London, right?” The last I’d heard from her was that she was staying with a friend who lived on the far side of it, but I didn’t know for sure.

Louis shook his head. “No, she’s staying in Ireland with some family friends.” Niall’s eyes lit up with the mention of his native country. “But you’re welcome to invite your Mum and sister.”

“Well, Mum’s on a long vacation around Europe with a few of her good friends. She said not to expect her back until after the New Year. But I can invite Addy if you’d like?” I didn’t want to impose my little sister on him on his birthday of all days.

“No, not at all! I think some extra company would be nice! We haven’t really met your sister,” he added, looking at the other boys as they realized they hadn’t. Sure, they’d had a meal or two with her and been introduced, but they hadn’t properly met her or conversed with her.

“Alright, I’ll ask her after she’s had time to cool.” I rolled my eyes. I still thought she was being overdramatic.

“What’d you do to her,” Zayn asked, looking at me. As soon as he asked the question, all four of the guys started to stare.

“Well, she came in late last night,” Louis rolled his eyes, “but her speech was slurred and she was tipsy. I’m pretty sure she was drunk, and I wouldn’t be mad if she would just own up to it, but she keeps claiming she’s never tasted alcohol.”

“Harry, it’s not like you’ve never been drunk. Or denied it.” Liam had a point. But still! She was my SISTER!

“It’s not the same…”

“How?” Niall asked.

“She’s my little sister. She’s supposed to be sweet and innocent and not come home drunk, then lie about it!” I was getting a little flustered now.

“Well have you talked to her about it? Today, I mean.” I rolled my eyes at Liam. Well, I had meant to talk to her, but it just turned into another screaming match between us.

I shrugged. “I tried to this morning, but she was being so unreasonable and stormed off. She’s impossible!”

Li came over and put his hand on my shoulder. “Haz, nobody knows your sister better than you do. You need to take a step back for a minute and just look at all the facts. And you might want to try talking to her again. Without accusing her,” he added when I was about to interrupt.

I sighed, “Fine…”

I started to take my plate to the sink, but Louis grabbed it from me. “Uh-uh. You need to go talk to her. Now.” He pointed his finger at the stairs while giving me his “serious” glare. I just rolled my eyes and did as I was told.

I stood outside Addy’s door, contemplating how to go about confronting her. Again. I decided knocking was probably the first step. So I did.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me…” I was a little apprehensive about how she would react.

“What do you want Harold,” she called through the door. Ouch. Harold? She only called me by my full first name when she was mad at me. Which I guess she was.

“Can we talk? Please?” I was practically begging her.

I could almost FEEL her roll her eyes. “I have nothing to say to you.” She was being so stubborn!

“Well, I have something I need to say to you. Please let me in….”

I heard her footsteps approach the door and she cracked it open, looking out at me. I smiled slightly. She finally opened it all the way and let me into her room.

We both moved over to her bed and sat down. But I noticed she sat on the edge, as far away from me as she could politely get. “Look, Addy, I’m sorry. I sorry I accused you of being drunk and not trusting you when you told me you weren’t. Can we start over?”

“Why should I? It’s not like this will be the only time this happens. And it’s PERFECTLY clear that you don’t trust me. Have I given you any reason not to? Any at all?” She raised her eyebrows, clearly wanting an answer.

“No. No, you haven’t.” I looked down, ashamed. “I just jumped to conclusions and I’m sorry.” I looked up at her, but she didn’t look like she had forgiven me yet. “Tell me exactly what did happen. And I promise I will keep an open mind.” I faced her and folded my hands in my lap.

“Well, Ange, MahKy, and I all went to the cinema and watched a movie, then we went out to dinner. By that time, it was only about 6:00 P.M., so we went back to their house and hung out. We had a proper good time.” A smile crept onto her face. “I didn’t realized what time it was until about 10:30, and that’s when I came home.”

I nodded. “I believe you. There’s just one thing I’m curious about. Why were you slurring your words and why did you tip over?”

She shrugged, and looked genuinely confused. “I don’t know. I think I was just really tired. We jumped around their house a lot.” She shrugged slightly again.

I nodded. “Okay. Hey, I really am sorry for accusing you. I guess it makes sense that all that happened because you were tired. Forgive me?” I put on my best puppy dog eyes. She could never say no to those.

Sure enough, she smiled and nodded. “Yay!” I pulled her into a hug, then began the tickle torture. She was screaming and laughing and flailing around the bed instantly. I laughed at her, then stopped. After a few more minutes.

We both lay back on the bed, laughing and breathing heavily. It took a lot of work holding her down. “Oh!” I propped myself up on my elbow, remembering. She gave me an inquisitive look, but waited patiently for me to continue. “So, today is Louis’s birthday.” She smiled and sat up. I did the same, then continued. “He said he didn’t want to do much, but maybe go out to dinner. He invited you and Mum as well, but seeing as how she’s gone, just you. Did you wanna come?”

“Sure! That sounds fun! I wish you had told me it was his birthday earlier. I have nothing to give him.” Her face creased into a small frown.

I chuckled. “Addy! He’s not going to expect you to give him a gift. You’ve known him for what? A week? At most? Trust me. It’s fine.”

She rolled her eyes. “Fine… So what time are we leaving?”

“Umm…” I looked at my watch. “We leave in about 8 hours. Is that okay?”

She nodded. “Sounds great! Now out! I have to get ready!”

“For what,” I yelled as she pushed me out of the room, “you have 8 hours!”

“I don’t have 8 hours before I leave the house. Now go,” she said, closing the door behind me. I just laughed and shook my head. Girls…

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