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!*


12. Question Time


I actually managed to fall asleep on my bed and when I woke up I checked my watch seeing it was mid afternoon. I yawned stretching and sitting up, nearly jumping out of my skin as I saw Liam standing at the end of the bed.

"God, don't do that" I said, blinking rapidly and having to breath out through my mouth slowly to try and steady my heart again.

"Sorry" he apologized stepping back slightly. "I just came to see you."

"You did?" I questioned and he nodded. He didn't look too moody just not happy and maybe just that bit sad.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry for staring at you back when I was singing" he told me looking like it really caused him a huge effort to say it.

He wasn't looking at me, at the floor instead and I hoped he would keep on doing that.

"Liam, it's okay. It wasn't just you. It was me to" I replied, "I shouldn't have looked back at you like that, I guess I wasn't making it easy for you not to break rules right then."

He nodded then muttered "yeah, you really don't make it easy any time."

I didn't know what to say to that. All I had meant was in the studio, I wasn't under the impression that I did it all the time around him.

"What do you mean?" I questioned feeling hot around the face.

"It's like I said this morning" he replied, and then he looked up, and into my eyes. "I can't help myself from thinking of breaking the rules, when I look at you, when you smile, when you laugh. You're making it so difficult for me. I'm trying hard not to break the rules, I really am, but it's useless."

"I'm sorry" is all I could think to say in reply to that, if I knew of anything else to say, I probably wouldn't have been able to say it anyway.

Liam shook his head then told me "no, don't be sorry. Girls can't help their beauty."

It was my turn to shake my head. "I've got no beauty."

He gave me a serious look and commented almost angrily "don't say that. I wish you could realise how pretty you are, because I certainly see beauty when I look at you. I'm going to try not to think it, I'm really trying hard not to think things about you, but it's really hard." He sighed. "So I'm going to go and leave you now, because If I stay any longer I'm really going to find it harder to tell myself to get you out of my head like you told me to this morning."

I couldn't speak, it was like he was making a huge emotional speech, which really was what it was. I didn't know what to say. He broke the eye contact suddenly. "Sorry, I'm breaking Harry's rules again."

I laughed nervously, I don't really know why. He turned around and then said in an undertone "so, I'm going to go now."

"Okay" I replied, and watched him go, opening the door and shutting it behind him.

I felt myself relax back into the pillows yawning again. I don't know why but I felt so cold. I hugged myself still staring at the door. I thought that must have been hard for Liam to say, he certainly looked like he was having a hard emotional time to say it. I'd hated the look on his face when he'd been talking to me it made me feel so bad. It was because of the rules that he had been looking moody when we first met. The rules were made by Harry because of me. So it was all me. Every moody look or bad feeling must have been because of me.

I realised that tears were in my eyes. I hadn't said anything much in reply to him, I should have said something more. I should have said sorry, or at least something more than I had said to him. I suddenly got up feeling annoyed with myself. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and I went to open the door. It was Niall.

"Hi" he said, but then frowned "what's the matter?"

"Nothing" I replied looking away.

"Don't lie" he told me.

"I'm not lying" I lied.

"You are" he replied "why would you be crying if you were completely okay?"

"No one is ever completely okay" I told him.

"Well yes" he agreed, "but, yeah, anyway Harry asked me to tell you that lunch is almost ready."

I nodded. "Okay, thanks, but I'm not hungry." Then I shut the door before he could reply. I realised after I'd shut the door, that what I'd just done and said might have been seen as a little mean so I quickly opened the door again. Niall was still there, looking a little deflated.

"I'm sorry" I apologized "I didn't mean to talk to you like that, it's just..." I paused as he looked round at me again. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I just feel so annoyed with myself and I don't really know completely why." I sighed.

He smiled at me. "It's okay" then he stepped slightly forward moving his hand cautiously towards my face. I wondered what he was doing, but then he started to wipe away my tears before lowering his hand again. I blushed slightly and thanked him.

"Just relax" he replied. "You're just, I think, confused or maybe just tired."

"Both probably" I replied, sighing then saying "actually I will have lunch."

"Okay" he replied, getting out of my way so I could shut the door.

"You've still got your glasses on your head by the way" Niall told me as we started to walk.

I laughed slightly, then reached up to find my glasses there. "I forgot about them."

He smiled as I hooked them onto the front of my t-shirt and then replied "they suit you by the way."

"Thank you" I thanked him blushing again.

As we started down the stairs I couldn't help myself but look round at him. "Niall" I started quietly.

"Yes?" he asked with a question mark.

"Is Liam usually moody?" I asked.

Niall seemed to be trying to find the rights words. He soon replied "well, I suppose he can be a little sometimes, he was quiet serious when we first met him but soon lightened up and showed his cheeky side. He's got quite dark features so he can look a little moody without actually being moody, if you get what I mean?"

"Er, I think so" I replied, thinking through his words "but I mean since I got here has he been moodier?"

Niall was looking awkward, and didn't reply. "Niall" I said his name trying to get him to say something.

"Er, well I suppose so but I guess he might just be having some bad days" he replied, looking uncertain and still awkward.

I sighed. "It's my fault."

"No" he quickly replied. I looked round at him, he was looking serious now.

"Who's lying now?" I said.

He didn't reply, as we went through to the kitchen.

"Who's lying?" asked Harry as he was making his sandwich, Zayn beside him helping.

I didn't reply and he gave me a look. "It's not important" I replied.

I found that my laptop was still on the table, and sat down in the seat which I had a feeling would become my seat now, between Niall and Liam on, the left hand side near the door out to the hall.

"I can tell you one way to know when she's lying" Harry explained, "If she looks away to her right."

"But that's not always true" I said back to him glaring at him "I might just look to the right sometimes for no reason at all."

"Well whenever you do that you always do that thing with your eyebrow to" he replied, giving me a cheeky look.

"What eye brow thing?" I asked, wondering what he meant.

He didn't reply, laughing to himself. "Harry" I snapped but he didn't reply again and I gave up.

"You are so annoying" I commented.

"Well, I try" he replied, passing out sandwiches.

"Thanks" I said taking mine then pulling a disgusted face and pushing it away. "Why have you given me jam?"

"Why? Don't you like it?" he asked as he sat down.

"Nope, I'm allergic" I explained.

He raised his eyebrows at me. "I didn't know that."

"Well I expect there are a lot of things you don't know about me" I told him, as he swapped his own plate with mine instead giving me a cheese one. I added a "thanks."

"Yeah, I suppose" he said in reply, starting to eat his sandwich.

"I think I should test you" I commented.

"Yep, maybe later" he replied.

I nodded and started to eat, thinking of some questions about me that I thought Harry wouldn't know the answers to.

"Do you usually eat all together?" I queried as we ate in silence.

"Nope" Niall replied, "we don't usually eat at the table either."

I nodded. "So why you eating together today?" I asked.

Harry shrugged. "No reason, just thought it would be nice."

I nodded, wondering if that was really Harry's reason.

"Anyway what happens if you do eat jam?" asked Niall who had just swallowed a massive mouthful of sandwich and had virtually finished already.

"I'll probably throw up everywhere, and feel really ill" I replied shuddering. "I'm never eating it again I swear, after last time."

"When was the last time?" asked Harry.

"Er, I don't know. About three weeks ago, dad decided to make lunch and he was sort of drunk so forgot about me being allergic I suppose. It wasn't nice" I explained pulling a horrid face at the thought.

"Well at least we know now" Harry stated, as he finished his sandwich. I nodded as he then commented "do you still take forever to eat?"

I looked around at them all. They were all finished eating and I turned red. "No, you must all just eat really fast."

"Yeah, we're boys Annie" Harry said to me like I was dumb.

"Yeah I think I noticed" I replied, pushing the sandwich away feeling to awkward to eat because they were all watching.

"Aren't you having that?" asked Niall looking at it eagerly.

"Nope" I replied giggling, as I pushed it towards him.

He smiled and thanked me taking the rest of my sandwich.

"Your such a pig" called Louis, who unsurprisingly had his feet up on the table.

"No I'm not" Niall defended himself talking with his mouth full.

I giggled again.

"Please don't giggle like that" said Liam's voice and I looked round at him weirdly.

"Er, sorry" I apologized as the room fell silent.

"Why shouldn't she giggle?" asked Louis, who was looking at me with a cheeky expression "her giggle's a real turn on."

"That's the problem" Liam muttered under his breath as though he didn't want anyone to hear, but I did hear him. I blushed red at this, looking away and instead at Harry who had become very interested in the crumbs on his plate as he looked down annoyed.

"Right." It was Zayn who spoke up "shall we go into the other room?"

The others nodded or mumbled in reply heading into the other room. I followed, Niall behind me, Harry in front. I wondered where to sit, as I would have sat next to Harry but he sat next to Zayn and Niall sat next to Louis, so I was left with the sofa which Liam sat on. I went slowly to sit down as they all watched me.

"What we going to do then?" I asked.

"Well how about those questions for me to answer" Harry suggested.

I nodded and replied "okay then. Let's start easy. What's my favourite colour?"

"Easy. Purple" he answered.

I nodded. "Correct. Next question. What's my middle name?"

He laughed. "Can't you think of something harder than that?"

"Sorry" I replied "I guess the boys get to find out more about me like this."

"Yeah, 'suppose." Then he smiled "your middle name is Annelise anyway."

I nodded. Louis sniggered suddenly and I looked at him questioningly. "Sorry, it's just a bit similar to Annie isn't it? Annie Annelise."

"I guess so." Then I laughed to. I saw Liam look round at me suddenly in the corner of my eye and cleared my throat stopping.

"Next question" Harry ordered.

"Okay, let's have a more difficult one. What did I get for my fifth birthday?" I asked then gave him a smirk as he gave me an exasperated look.

"How am I supposed to remember?" he moaned annoyed.

I smiled evilly. "Well you said I was making the questions too easy, so you know, I thought you'd like that question."

He laughed sarcastically. "Anyway, wasn't it like some shoes or something?"

I shook my head. "I can't believe you can't remember."

He gave me a quizzical look then something clicked and he laughed. "Yeah, how could I forget?"

I smiled at him.

"What did you get?" asked Louis looking curious.

"Just something" I replied secretively.

He looked round at Harry. He didn't reply either. Louis looked annoyed.

I avoided the urge to giggle then said "next question" ignoring Louis asking what the answer was for the previous question. "What did I call my cat?"

Harry laughed again then replied "Harry."

I nodded. "Funny how you remember that."

He nodded to. "I know right."

"Anyway, this is getting boring, why don't you ask me questions?"

"Okay then" he replied and smirked. "What was my nickname for you when we were younger?"

I glared at him, going red. "Not saying."

"Aw why not?" he questioned.

"You know why" I replied snappily, glaring still.

"I guess it's embarrassing" Zayn said, and I nodded slightly.

"Well yes, more silly really."

"So what is it?" asked Louis looking desperate to know what it was.

I grew redder and redder finally muttering barely audibly "squiggle bum bum."

Louis laughed asking "what was that? Didn't quite here."

"Squiggle bum bum" I replied again a little louder.

"What?" asked Louis, who was smirking, and I'm sure had heard.

I got annoyed, sighing. "Squiggle bum bum" I replied loudly causing everyone to start laughing. Even Liam laughed once, and was smiling. I avoiding looking at him.

"Awwww has Squiggle bum bum gone all red?" cooed Louis.

I flushed even redder if that was possible mumbling "shut up!"

"What was that? Is squiggle bum bum getting annoyed?" Louis teased again.

I shot him an evil look and to Harry an even worse stare.

"Awww squiggle bum bum is giving death glares now?" Harry joined in with the teasing.

"I hate you" I grumbled, embarrassed and annoyed.

Harry laughed giving me a little affectionate look. "You know you don't really."

I rolled my eyes, finally cooling down a little and rubbing my eyes. Niall was still laughing, Louis sniggering, Harry grinning at me and Zayn and Liam smiling. I really hated them all right now.

Suddenly my phone pinged and I pulled it from my pocket. I opened the message without even a thought, and looked down at the screen. My heart stopped as my phone dropped from my hands.

"What's wrong?" asked Harry suddenly serious, and I looked up and round at them, all their smiles gone.

Liam was edging closer looking concerned. "What is is?" he asked.

I shook my head, picking up my phone again. "Nothing" I muttered, trying to forget the newest horrible message from Mia.

"Well it's obviously not nothing" Liam continued, and he tried to take my phone from me. I held on tighter to it.

"It doesn't matter" I replied, shaking my head, and sliding away from him.

Harry got up, and sat between me and Liam. He turned to me, giving me a comforting look. "Annie, tell me what's wrong?" He put his hand gently on mine but I held on to my phone, shaking my head.

"You'll only get annoyed" I whispered to him.

"Just let me see" he urged and he was slowly opening my fingers talking to me softly.

"Please Harry don't" I told him, a tear stinging in my eye ready to slip down my face.

With his other hand he brushed away the tear on my cheek soothingly and whispered back "it's okay Annie, I just want to help you. Okay?"

I didn't want him to know about it. I really hoped that the horrible messages would stay secret but he was slowly pulling my phone away from me and I couldn't stop him. He then gave me a soft look, and I took a deep breath as he glanced down at the messages. His eyes seemed to widen, and anger was distinguishable in his features. I watched him.

"Who is this Annie? Who said it to you?" he questioned abruptly.

I hesitated before answered my voice slightly shaking "M-Mia."

He cursed under his breath calling her a bad name, and closing the message to go to the inbox. He scrolled down seeming to get more and more angry as he saw each message which she had sent to me.

"It's fine" I told him, but he looked up at me.

"It is not fine. She has no right to say things like that to you" he protested angrily.

I didn't know what to say. I guess he was right but I didn't want a whole fuss over it.

"What's going on?" asked Liam's voice, peering over Harry's shoulder and down at the screen.

Harry covered it up looked to me and asked "can they see the messages?"

I sighed and nodded, and Harry passed over my phone to Liam. As Liam looked ta the messages he was turning angry too, except he looked way more scary than Harry right now. Niall came over now, looking at my phone over Liam's shoulder and soon all of them were looking angry having all looked at the messages not wanting to be left out.

"When did this start?" asked Harry concerned.

"After we argued. I deleted her number from my phone but she kept my number and sends me messages practically every couple of days" I explained.

Harry suddenly got up looking aggravated. "The little b***h. Who the f**k does she think she is?"

"Harry calm down" I soothed. I knew when he started using bad language it meant he was really angry.

"I will not calm down" he snapped. "You're my sister Annie. She can't talk to you like that. She can't f*****g do this to you."

Louis was nodding. "He's right. The b***h is way out of order."

"But there's nothing you can do" I told them desperately. Why did I let them see the messages? I knew Harry'd make a big deal out of it and get super angry.

"I have to go and talk to her, teach her a lesson."

Harry had started pacing around now.

"No" I snapped, and he looked round at me, looking annoyed. I shied back, not going to say what I was going to say.

"You don't deserve this after all that's happened to you" Harry told me. "Now tell me where she lives?"

I shook my head suddenly. "No please Harry, leave her."

"Why should I? She's being horrible to you Annie. She deserves to f******g have it said back to her" Harry growled.

"Harry please. Listen to me" I got up myself going over to him, holding onto his arm to keep him still. "You can't go and talk to her. Please I don't want you to. Please Harry."

He looked down at me and into my pleading eyes. He shook my hand of his arm, looking annoyed.

"Fine. But if she ever says anything again, she gets it. Okay?"

I nodded. "Okay." I made a mental note never to let on if I ever got another horrible message from Mia. I sat back down again, taking my phone from Liam who was looking like he wanted to kill someone right now.

The others went back to their seats to, still looking angry and annoyed to. It really affected me that they cared so much about me. I now know Harry still cares, and also the fours boys who have only just met me already care about me. For a long time I had been alone and without anyone who I thought cared for me and suddenly now I am not alone.

I smiled suddenly overwhelmed by a warm feeling inside. "Thanks" I said out loud, and they all looked round at me with curious looking expression.

"For what?" Zayn was the one to ask.

I giggled to myself. "For accepting me" I replied not exactly sure what the right words were to say. I could say a lot to them but I left it at that.

"No problem" Louis called and then he winked and added "squiggle bum bum."

I couldn't help it, I smiled back, and joined in as they all burst out laughing.


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