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!*


5. Not Always A Good Cook


I don't know how long I sat there on the tiles of the kitchen floor crying. It could have been years for all I knew, to me it felt like that long. Harry didn't leave my side once, neither did the other boys, but I was so preoccupied with crying it's as though they weren't there.

"Annie" Harry snapped suddenly and although I had been ignoring anything anyone was saying this seemed to make me listen. I looked at him, he was looking not angry just a little annoyed but as he looked at me his eyes looking stern he reminded me very much of dad all of a sudden.

My breath faltered and I slunk my arm from his grip. He didn't look that angry but it was still scaring me just a little. His eyes suddenly softened again and he muttered "sorry."

I just looked back at him, really trying to stop anymore tears from falling from my eyes but that seemed pretty much impossible.

"You know" Louis' voice said and I looked up at him and the other boys standing above me in a hazy looking vision due to all the tears "how much you two look alike is uncanny."

I knew he was trying to help, or maybe just lighten the mood, and I have to admit it did actually help slightly. I wasn't feeling as upset all of a sudden, and I knew I was just about calming down.

"I'm sorry" I mumbled looking back round to Harry who had been looking at me all this time.

"Stop saying that" he said back, and he looked as though he might have rolled his eyes but decided against that.

"I'm sorry" is all I could think to reply to that. He just sighed, pushing himself up from the floor.

"Time to stop crying" he told me and it sounded like an order, so I tried to obey, letting him pull me up, and forcinng anymore tears that might have wanted to fall to go away.

I nodded. "I hate crying."

"Well you should have stopped sooner then" said a voice beside me and I turned seeing Liam.

It was the first time he had talked directly to me and I don't know whether it was just me but I felt as though the room had just got colder. His moody looks were chilling my spine and his tone of voice didn't help me at all to feel better.

"I couldn't" I replied softly turning back to Harry.

An awkward silence fell over the room, one in which every one seemed to be looking at me and then to Harry and back. Suddenly Louis cracked a smile and we all looked round to him in unison. He started laughing to himself and Harry gave him a raised eye brow look.

"What's funny?" he asked sounding serious.

Louis recovered from his laughter and told us "sorry it's just I can't deal with tension, I just had to laugh. I'm sorry. Probably inappropriate."

He looked round to me. I felt like saying he could laugh all he wanted but didn't as Harry said "okay, let's move on, forget she was ever crying." He looked at me. "Is that what you want?"

I nodded wanting to smile but not quite managing it. Instead I said "I'm hungry" and Louis burst out laughing again. I couldn't help myself now. I smiled. When someone laughs it's just my natural instinct to smile. And when I smiled back at him it gave me a small uplifting feeling which helped me even more to push bad thoughts and tears away for now.

"Right then" Harry announced and he clapped his hands together "I'll be cook."

"You nearly always are" said Zayn as the boys all sat down as though on an impulse.

"Well obviously" Harry replied back sounding cocky but in a jokey way "I'm the best cook around here."

"Hardly" I told him, and he looked at me with a mock evil glare.

"What do you mean?" he asked, pretending to look offended.

"Remember two Christmas's ago?" I asked and I gave him a smirk.

He didn't reply, and I continued to smirk.

"What's this? What's this?" asked Niall, who was looking curious.

"Nothing" Harry snapped quickly. Too quickly.

I laughed. "That's not what I thought."

He again didn't say anything, looking annoyed and awkward as he got out pans from the cupboard. I couldn't help giggling at his face and the memory.

"What happened?" asked Niall and he looked desperate to know.

I moved closer to the table saying "well I threw up about five times. Bailey, our cousin, fainted."

Niall looked round at Harry wide eyed. "What the hell did you do to them?"

"Nothing" Harry told him again and then looked at me "anyway how is Mia?"

"Don't change the subject" I snapped, feeling suddenly so angry, my face warming up. He looked at me curiously.

I turned angrily away from Harry's inquisitive looks and tried to calm down, but I couldn't. I took a steadying breath.

"Mia's not my friend any more" I told him through gritted teeth avoiding the gazes of everyone.

"Oh" is all he said back then cleared his throat awkwardly "why don't you sit down?"

I nodded, stepping closer to the table keen to forget about Mia.

"Where can I sit?" I asked, now calmed down again, looking at them all. I reckoned they had seats which they usually sat on usually

"Well darling, you can share my seat if you like" called Louis with a cheeky wink.

I turned red and Harry snapped quickly from behind me "No. Next to Niall."

I did as my brother said taking the seat in between Niall and Liam, who was looking moodily down at the table. I glanced at him for a few seconds wondering if he was actually depressed or something or whether he was just in a bad mood. I didn't know which.

"So about Christmas, what did Harry do?" asked Niall breaking the silence.

"Well" I started up again ignoring Harry's glaring "turns out he food poisoned us all."

Niall laughed and called to Harry "nice going mate."

Harry looked awkward, giving me dagger looks. "I never trusted him to cook me anything after that" I explained, smiling some what evilly at Harry as he began chopping things up.

"Well you'll have to eat his food tonight" Niall said to me.

I nodded. "Let's hope he doesn't kill me."

"Yeah" Niall replied. "I hope he doesn't. He's never food poisoned any of us before, and I've never actually thrown up from any of his or any one elses food."

"That's because you'll eat anything Niall. You could eat utter rubbish and you wouldn't be sick no matter how disgusting it is" Zayn told him, and he rolled his eyes.

"Well I like all food" Niall told him, looking defensive.

I giggled. Niall looked me straight in the eyes blushing again as I in explanation for my sudden giggle "I guess you do like food as much as all your fans say you do."

I looked right back at him, smiling at him as he smiled at me. We didn't break eye contact, and I was mesmerized suddenly by the blueness of his eyes. Wow! They were so bright and happy.

"Annie" called Harry suddenly, and I snapped my eyes away from Niall's feeling awkward.

"Yeah?" I asked him, as he looked from me to Niall.

"Help me would you?" he asked.

I got up from my seat, but someone grabbed my arm. I realised this to be Liam, and I looked round questioningly at him.

"She's the guest Harry, get someone else to help you" he said not looking at me.

"No, it's fine. I like helping" I told him, but he still didn't let go.

"No, he's right" agreed Niall "sit down, I'll help."

And he pulled on my other arm, pulling me back down to my chair, before getting up himself. Liam finally let go and I pulled my arm closer to myself, feeling goose bumps erupt up it. It was as though everything about him chilled me. Maybe it was his dark attitude or maybe it was just the fact that Liam was in fact the hottest boy that I'd actually ever seen  and being this close to him was surprising for someone so like me because I rarely ever got talked to or looked at by boys. Not any more. I agree his moodiness was something that he could do without but for me it's what made his looks stand out so much.

I realised I was staring at him and made to look away but that's when he looked round at me catching my eye. He didn't say anything but he was making me uncomfortable. I flicked my eyes away sitting a little straighter in my chair, feeling cold again all of a sudden.


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