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!*


11. Little Things


I started off doing my work, getting about half of the Maths work done. I however got distracted before I could finish, hearing guitars playing in the background. I sat up a little straighter straining my ears. I couldn't hear what song it was so pushed my glasses up onto my head and went out of my room trailing down the stairs. I could hear singing voices now, but I didn't know quiet who's.

When I got to the bottom of the stairs I realised the singing was coming from the room on my left, the one which had been padlocked but was now open. I edged closer to it now hearing lyrics to the guitar playing. I wasn't an expert on their singing voices but I thought about it and realised that must be Zayn singing.

It was a slow song with just one guitar, which I knew Niall must be playing and I reckoned it was the song 'Little Things.' I wasn't 100% sure though, because I don't endlessly listen to their songs or anything.

When Zayn, or who I thought was Zayn, had finished his verse there was a moments guitar playing between. Except the guitar playing kept going. I was sure someone was supposed to be singing right now.

"Liam" I heard Harry's voice say loudly, and the guitar playing stopped "why aren't you singing?"

Liam's voice made no reply, and I wondered why he wasn't singing. I wanted to go in and see, but I thought it would be rude. Soon temptation got the better of me and I pushed the door slightly open, and I slipped through. My jaw dropped.

Okay so I know my brother is in a famous band but still the sight of a music studio was surprising and amazing for me to see. I was standing at the top of some stairs, which went down to the floor where there were chairs, music stands and stools everywhere. There were guitars, and a place where you could listen to tracks, and probably record them on the far left side. In the middle the boys were sitting in a circle in various seats, and in various forms of relaxation. No one noticed I had come in and when Niall started playing again I thought I should leave closing my moth abruptly.

Zayn started off again singing the verse I had just heard.

Your hand fits in mine
 Like it's made just for me
 But bear this in mind
 It was meant to be
 And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks
 And it all makes sense to me

Niall strummed the guitar and I knew it was now Liam's turn. I don't know why but I felt like saying to him that he should sing but he didn't need my encouragement. He'd started singing and I stood rooted to the spot staring at him. His voice was amazing, just amazing!

I know you've never loved
 The crinkles by your eyes
 When you smile
 You've never loved
 Your stomach or your thighs,

Whilst he was singing I felt myself nearly sneezing trying to stop it, but not being able to. I sneezed over his words and everyone stopped looking towards me. I turned red as they all stared at me.

"Sorry" I mumbled stepping back and trying to hurry away.

Although Harry stopped me saying "wait! Come back."

So I did, stepping back to where I had been awkwardly. Liam was looking at me intensely and I couldn't help feeling nervous.

"How long have you been eavesdropping for?" asked Louis who was smirking.

"Not that long. I literally came in about a minute ago" I replied, still red in the face and trying desperately to look any where at Liam, who I knew was still staring at me.

"Well get your butt down here" he called.

I shook my head. "No, no, I didn't mean to disturb you, I just-"

Harry cut me off "Annie, get down here now."

"Okay, okay" I said putting my hands up in surrender and walking down the stairs. "Where do I sit?" I asked.

"Anywhere you want" Louis, replied happily, giving me a little look and pointing to his lap.

I shook my head at him, getting tired of his flirting and deciding to sit behind the music decks in a comfortable spinning chair. They were all still looking at me and I was starting to get annoyed with it.

"Sing" I ordered.

"Okay" Harry replied, then gestured to Niall "from the top then, again."

Zayn looked annoyed at this saying "that would be like three times I've started singing."

"Yeah, I know, but who else are we going to get to sing" Harry replied then looked round at me, "no one else can sing your part around here."

I glared at him knowing full well he was referring to my horrible singing voice which he had always told he was horrendous (nice brother right?)

"Hey, what about Annie?" Niall chipped in looking hopefully towards me.

"If you don't want to be turned deaf then I'm not singing" I told them shaking my head quickly.

"Well we don't mind loud, do we guys?" Harry said, smirking at me. I really wanted to go and rugby tackle him right now.

"That's not what I meant" I snapped at him, glaring at him some more.

"I bet you're good at singing" Niall said, and I shook my head at him.

"I'm not" I replied "I sound like a dying cat or maybe a demented seal, or actually probably both at the same time. Don't I Harry?"

Harry nodded "yep, she's terrible at singing."

Niall gave Harry a glare and said to him looking defensive of me "don't be mean."

"It's fine Niall, he's just being truthful." I smiled at him, and finally he stopped glaring sighing and smiling back at me.

"Fine then. Zayn just sing" Niall said, getting ready to play the guitar which he was holding.

"Alright, if I have to" Zayn replied, clearing his throat.

I sat back, avoiding the staring gaze of Liam which I knew had been aimed at me the whole time I had come through the door. Niall started playing the guitar and for another time Zayn started to sing his verse. I listened to him, thinking to myself he certainly wasn't as good a singer as Liam but his voice was still impressive, that was my opinion anyway.

Once Zayn's verse was over, Niall played the guitar for a couple of chords and I knew it was now Liam's turn. I didn't look at him as he started singing at first but it was kind of hard not to look up eventually. He was singing directly to me. My eyes locked with his. I felt as though my breath had been taken away suddenly as I blushed furiously. His voice was filling my ears, making me forget anyone else was there. There was just his voice and him, with those dark staring eyes.

Then his verse was over and I was still staring back at him, almost frozen still in the chair as they all sung together the chorus. I tried to force myself to look away but it was as though I was hypnotized. Look away, look away, I ordered myself, but I just wouldn't.

Louis was now singing his verse, but the words weren't recording in my brain. Liam's voice was stuck in my head. I blinked back at him and coughed to myself, finally wrenching my eyes away with much difficulty. You shouldn't have done that, I told myself, as Harry started to sing his verse. I really shouldn't have been staring back at him like that, surely they'd all seen me doing it, Harry included. I looked round at Harry as he sung, he was glaring at Liam so hard it was affecting his singing.

They all started singing the chorus again.

I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if it's true,
It's you,
It's you,
They add up to
I'm in love with you,
And all these little things

I made myself concentrate on their words, but the only voice which really stood out to me was Liam's. I tired to block him out but I just couldn't. Why did he have to have such a nice singing voice?

Niall started to sing his verse which made me look round at him. His voice was like the singing of an angel, it was amazing. I know deep down it didn't impress me more than Liam's but still I thought Niall's voice was probably the second best I'd ever heard in the world.

You'll never love yourself
Half as much as I love you
You'll never treat yourself right, darlin'
But I want you to,
If I let you know, I'm here for you,
Maybe you'll love yourself,
Like I love you

Harry's second verse was next. I smiled at Niall, causing him to slightly faltered his playing, but it was hardly recognisable. He beamed back at me. I looked round to Harry making sure I didn't make the same mistake and stare at any one else too long. He was still glaring at Liam, who was looking really angry right now. He hadn't started singing, was just looking like he was going to punch him.

"What is your effing problem?" Liam suddenly yelled, standing up causing Niall to abruptly stop playing.

"My problem, my problem. I don't think I'm the one with the bloody problem" Harry shouted back standing up to and getting in Liam's face.

"What the f**k is that supposed to mean?"

Harry laughed weirdly, not sounding amused. Liam was red in the face, glaring so hard at Harry I'm sure he was going to burn him.

"I saw the way you looked at her, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Then suddenly they both went for each other, punching each other and whacking each other everywhere they could reach. I don't know why but I screamed.

"Stop it!" I shrieked at them but they wouldn't listen.

Zayn was trying to restrict Liam, and Niall and Louis' were trying to pull Harry back.

"Get off!" Harry yelled at them swiping his hand at Liam face as he did the same towards him.

I felt tears stinging in my eyes. "Stop!" I yelled rushing over, grabbing Harry's arm, and pulling it away from Liam. "Just stop it" I mumbled feebly, and finally Harry's arm went slack and Liam stopped to, breathing heavily and still glaring.

Harry looked down at me. I looked at him, still feeling the tears in my eyes.

"Annie..." he started, but I shook my head and he fell silent. I dropped my grip from his arm.

"This is all my fault" I muttered then before anyone could stop me I ran off, out of the studio and up the stairs. I heard Harry calling after me, but I didn't care. The tears were thick in my eyes, and my breaths short and sharp as I rushed to my room, pushing the door open and slamming it behind me.

Before I could stop myself I hobbled to my bed, collapsing on it tears streaming from my eyes. I don't know why I was crying so much, but it wasn't just because of what had just happened, it was because of the reasons I'm staying here, and what dad said to me. Everything was just flooding my brain, causing me to clutch my head trying to force everything away.

The last person I wanted to think about was Jason but I did, and that's what added to everything, making me hurt so much in side that I wanted to scream.

"Annie" I heard Harry's desperate voice on the other side of the door, as he knocked continuously. "Annie, please let me in."

"NO" I yelled at him, but it came out as more of a feeble moan than intended.

"Annie, please. Stop crying, and let me in" he called back.

"Why should I?" I cried back.

"Because I'm your brother" he snapped back, sounding annoyed. Then I heard him sigh. "I just want to look after you, okay?"

As his words sunk in, I sat up sniffing and brushing the tears away. I then pushed myself up from the bed opening the door, to see Harry standing there, a bruise already forming on his cheek.

I pointed to it. "I'm sorry" I muttered, as he stepped in, shutting the door behind him.

"It wasn't your fault. Annie of course it wasn't" he told me rather urgently as he dropped himself down on my bed and I sat beside him.

"But it was Harry. I looked back at Liam like he was looking at me" I replied quietly, looking at the floor.

"No Annie, it was Liam who started it, he was staring at you the whole time you were in there. He shouldn't have, I told them all not to try anything, but Liam seems to think he could break the rules back there."

I felt awkward, fidgeting. Should I tell him about this morning?

I decided against it only thinking it would make things worse. Harry was already angry with Liam enough.

"Harry, I'm sorry. I'm ruining your friendship" I mumbled a couple of tears falling down my tears.

"No Annie, don't say that" Harry quickly replied, wiping away the tears with his thumb.

"But it's true Harry. Just because he was looking at me, you had a fight with each other, and it was because of me. If I wasn't here you two would be friends, and Liam wouldn't be so angry with you."

"But he's had it coming to him. Ever since I set those rules he's been moody. I don't get his problem."

I suddenly shot up from the bed, feeling annoyed. Sometimes boys were insensitive, and stupid.

"Don't you get it" I told him exasperated, "Harry, don't you understand?"

"Understand what?" he questioned looking at me with a slightly curious but weird look.

"That Liam doesn't like the rules" I replied, talking to him like it was obvious.

Harry looked at me then nodded. "I guess so, but Annie the rules are there to protect you, and the boys need to abide by them."

"I know the rules are there for a reason, but please don't get into fights. It makes me feel bad, because the rules wouldn't even be here if I wasn't here."

Harry couldn't deny that, but he still said "Annie, it's not you."

"Don't lie Harry, I can tell when you lie, and your lying to me. The rules were set by you because I'm here. The rules were broken because of something Liam did to me, so you two got into a fight."

He was about to protest, but I held up my hand. "Go and say sorry Harry. Just go and say sorry to him, please, for me. And tell him I'm sorry to, I should have looked away."

"You shouldn't be sorry Annie" he told me getting up "it's not your fault."

I opened my mouth to protest but he stopped me this time, opening the door. "Don't argue. We could do without another argument today."

I nodded, still not letting him persuade me that it wasn't partly my fault.

"Okay, just tell him your sorry, and make up with him. I don't want your friendship suffering, you're all such good friends, and Liam deserves to be given the chance to say what he did he knew was breaking the rules, and that he's sorry to."

Harry nodded. "Okay." Then he smiled.

"What?" I asked as he gave me an admiring look.

"Your still a little problem solver then."

I laughed at that. "I guess so."

He then turned and walked away and I shut the door again. I'd really prefer not to be with them when Harry says sorry, things may get awkward and I know I might just make things worse being there.

I can't help but think that Harry's being a little harsh on Liam. I know he was staring at me, and I know he was singing to me, but still I had stared back. If anything it was my fault but Harry won't except it. I think he's just too wound up thinking that Liam's breaking his rules and it's all his fault. I don't think he can spare a thought that maybe I wasn't making it easy for Liam not to break a rule by actually responding to his staring.

I really shouldn't have looked back at him like that. It was just his eyes and his voice made me go into a sort of trance. I mean I don't like him in a different way than just perhaps a friendly way, but Liam makes it hard giving me those staring attractive looks. I just wanted friends, maybe I should tell all the boys that, and maybe they'd start treating me like just a friend rather than a girl that they're trying to avoid coming onto.

I sighed leaning back on the bed. I'd only stayed here one night and I was already worn out from having to live with five boys. Although that may sound like I'm not liking it I can't deny I still want to be here. As long as everything is sorted and the awkwardness goes away then maybe everything will be great, and for once in my life I can have some friends, and have my brother there to, like I always had done before. Maybe for once things would stop going wrong and I could stop crying, and have a chance at being truly happy.

I closed my eyes, sighing deeply and trying to forget everything. As I did though echoing in my ears came Liam's brilliant singing which I couldn't shake from my head.

I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if it's true,
It's you,
It's you,
They add up to
I'm in love with you,
And all these little things


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