4 Way Heart

It hasn't always been easy for me, but when Harry became famous it was worse. I couldn't make friends, people started to hate me just because of my brother, and it was lucky that I even got spoken to by one person. I had no one.
Dad kicked Harry out for getting into, the now famous, band without his knowledge and after that we lost contact with each other. Before Harry got chucked out there of course was one person who acknowledged me but it was complicated. In the end he broke my heart, and now I have to live with the bad memories, and wonder if my brother even remembers me anymore.
*Please Note: Some details are not real, as in Harry's relatives and stuff like that, and I have changed them from real life for my storys purpose.* Fantastic cover made by mybestfriendisapenguin_xX, thank you!*


10. Breaking The Rules


In the morning I got up earlier than I usually would do but surprisingly I wasn't even that tired. I had a shower, dried my hair and got dressed. I then headed downstairs, humming a random song to myself, hearing snoring coming from some of the rooms as I passed. I didn't reckon any of them would be up yet.

I was right of course, getting to the kitchen to find it empty and getting myself a drink and sitting down at the table. I looked around still humming to myself, wondering what the song was that I had in my head. There were no words to it that I could remember and I don't even know where it's from.

My phone pinged suddenly from my pocket and I pulled it out seeing I'd got a text message, stopping humming. The number displayed I didn't recognise and i wondered who it was or whether it was just a wrong number. I opened the message and looked down at the screen.

I dropped my phone suddenly and it clattered to the table, tears appearing in my eyes. Get a life you freak! Go and die in a hole you little fame grabber! Everyone hates you! The words repeated in my head and I tried to force tears away but it wasn't possible.

I knew who it was. I'd just not remembered the number the second I'd first seen it, but now I knew. It was Mia.

"Morning" said a sleepy voice, and I looked round finding Liam there. He stopped in the doorway as though he wasn't quiet expecting me to be there. "Oh, it's you."

I nodded, quickly turning away to wipe my eyes on my sleeve.

"Have you been crying again?" he asked and I heard him approaching me. "What's wrong?"

It was weird, he sounded caring but his expression was not, maybe he was just like that in the morning, or maybe all the time. He'd looked moody all the time as far as I'd seen him.

"Nothing" I told him, as he sat down and was trying to look at what was on my phone. I was to quick for him though, picking it up and closing the message pushing my phone in my pocket before he could see.

He sat looking at me, I could just feel his eyes on me. I couldn't meet his gaze though, I felt that I'd be burned if I did by his penetrating look.

We both started off going to say something at the same time, but both stopped when we realised we were trying to speak over the top of each others words.

"Er, sorry, you first" I said awkwardly.

"No, you go" he told me.

I shook my head. "No you."






I smiled, stopping. "This could go on for ever" I commented.

He nodded, a slight smile lingered on his lips, although it disappeared soon as though it hadn't been there at all. I sighed, then took a deep breath preparing myself for what I was about to say.

"Liam, I can't help getting the feeling that you have a problem with me" I told him quietly, not looking at him. I couldn't.

He didn't reply at first, and I wondered if he would when he replied softly "I'm sorry."

I looked round to see him looking sad. "Don't be" I told him shaking my head. "It's just like you can't be happy, because I'm here. I feel like it's my fault..." I paused, finding it hard to get the words out "that your being moody."

He didn't meet my gaze, looking down, his dark eyes looking a mixture between sad and moody. He finally replied saying darkly "it's not you. It's me."

I didn't know what to say to that. What was I supposed to say?

He suddenly looked up, catching me in the eyes, making me swallow hard. Any words that I could think of to say got caught in my throat.

"You're driving me mad" he continued on in that deep voice.

I stared back at him. What did he mean? "Liam..." I started but I trailed off no words coming to mind to say back to him.

"Harry set those rules, and then I saw you, and I just can't... I can't."

"Can't what?" I asked, feeling like I was about to faint under his alluring stare.

"Stop myself" he muttered.

"Stop yourself from what?" I queried.

"From thinking about breaking the rules..." His words sunk into my head, I was turning bright red, unable to speak, unable to stop from looking back at him.

"You're beautiful" he commented after I didn't say anything back. I blushed even more red than I already was, feeling like I really wanted to disappear right now.

"I'm not" I finally said back, regaining the power of speech.

"Don't say that" Liam almost snapped, looking slightly angry.

"I'm sorry. Just don't think it, please. Just get me out of your head" the words came from my mouth without me even having to think about them.

I then got up when he didn't reply, stepping back from the table. "You can't break the rules Liam. Don't break them for me. I don't want Harry to hate you for it."

Then I turned, quickly walking from the room, not waiting to see if he answered and not wanting to know if he had anything to say back to me. I felt so horrible, but he shouldn't break the rules. I don't know what Harry would do if any of the boys did break them. They're all such good friends and I'd hate that to be sacrificed just for me.

Plus, Liam is attractive that's obvious whenever I look at him, but I can't think that, and it's not as though I like him. I just want to be friends with them all. That's all I want. But really is it?

I couldn't shake that weird but amazing sensation as we stared into each others eyes. His eyes were so irresistible to look into it was extremely hard not to want to stare into them all the time. They were so dark it was captivating. I could see them in front of my eyes, his face in front of me, but them the eyes changed, going brighter and brighter to a bright blue. Niall's eyes. Now his were a totally different captivating. But really I shouldn't be thinking like this.

I wasn't looking were I was going, and banged abruptly into someone, day dreaming and not aware of what was going on around me.

"Whoops, sorry" I stuttered losing my balance for a few seconds.

I looked up to find Louis. Topless.

"Oh god" I breathed under my breath, shutting my eyes and going red.

"I'm not that bad am I?" he asked in mock hurt.

"No it's not that" I replied, realizing that might have been a little offensive. I reached out trying to find my way to my room and stepping forward but accidently just stepping into him again.

"Woah" he exclaimed, as I nearly knocked myself over again. "I know I'm irresistible but really girl are you trying to push me over?"

"No, sorry" I squeaked, going even redder, and still keeping my eyes shut.

I felt him holding my arms, feeling very aware that he was probably smiling right now. Smirking more like.

"Louis, what you doing?" asked an Irish voice sounding a little curious.

"Niall" I called "please tell me your fully clothed."

Before he could answer himself Louis laughed and told me "nope, he's naked."

I didn't say anything to that, as Niall protested saying offended "no, I'm not."

"Who's naked?" asked, my familiar brother's voice sounding annoyed.

"No one" I quickly told him, still not opening my eyes.

"Louis put a shirt on" he ordered sounding angry.

"Alright, sorry" he apologized not sounding sorry, and I heard him walk away.

"Can I open my eyes now?" I asked, trying to walk forwards but nearly falling over as I tripped over my feet.

A door banged and I jumped. "No not yet" Harry told me, and then I heard footsteps behind me.

"Zayn" Harry snapped.

"What?" asked Zayn's voice defensively.

"Niall" I called.

"Yeah" he replied to me as Harry was talking to Zayn behind me.

"Can you get me to my room please?" I asked.

"Sure" and I heard him walk towards me.

"Thank you" I thanked him feeling him take a hold of my arm and lead me down the corridor.

"Here you go" he said, then I heard him open the door and I thought it safe to open my eyes again.

"Thanks" I said, stepping into my room, and turning around to smile at him.

"No problem" he replied, smiling back his eyes twinkling.

I tried not to blush but it was kind of impossible. He nearly laughed, saying quietly "your really cute when you blush."

If that was supposed to help, I blushed more just about replying "thanks."

Then I saw Harry standing behind him, looking like he could easily punch someone right now. Niall saw me looking and spun round. "Sorry" he muttered and hurried away.

I tried to stop my face being so red as Harry came closer. "You okay?" he asked, still looking annoyed.

I nodded, and then he stepped back and commented "this is like the earliest I've got up in ages."

I laughed slightly. "Really? I get up about this time everyday."

"Well your not a lazy sleepy head are you?" he replied chuckling.

I nodded saying "definitely not. And if you'll excuse me, I've got Maths to do."

He laughed. "Okay, well, don't lock yourself away to long. I'll miss you." He pulled a pathetic pouting face.

I pouted back and said in a baby voice "miss you to." Then laughed saying "yeah, I'll just get some done and then I'll come down stairs."

"Yeah, okay. I want to see more pictures."

"Nope" I said shaking my head, "I'm not embarrassing myself again."

"You always embarrass yourself" he commented.

"Well thanks for that" I thanked him sarcastically. "But you're not seeing any more" I told him next, beginning to close the door.

He pouted pathetically again, I laughed and then shut the door as he turned away. God he made me laugh! And god I had really missed having him around. I'm glad I'm here, and feel so lucky that I get to stay with him, and know that he actually does still care about me a lot. So much so he set his friends rules about me. Rules that I knew the boys were really not taking care not to break.

I sighed, wondering who would be the first to really obviously break a rule when Harry was around. I hope none of them do, I'd hate to see what Harry would do and what would happen all because he's trying to be protective over me.


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