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!*

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7. The Harry Song

 

When we got back to the kitchen it was to find Louis, Zayn and Niall looking annoyed/worried, and Liam just plain angry. They all looked round at us, and I wondered what they'd say. Except they didn't say anything.

"Er..." I started off, looking to Harry for support but he was pointedly not looking at me. Thanks a lot, I thought to myself. "I'm staying" is all I could think of to say. "And..." I carried on, "Harry's sorry for lying to you, aren't you?"

I looked round at him and he nodded, still not looking at me.

"Can't you talk for yourself Harry?" asked Louis sounding amused.

He cleared his throat and replied back "yes I can."

I smiled at him, and he rolled his eyes, whispering "do I look like I've been crying?"

I laughed and then nodded saying "yep."

"Damn" he cursed, turning away from the others, wiping his eyes furiously with his hoodie sleeve. I laughed again knowing full well I wasn't being serious.

"What you doing Harry?" called Louis and he smirked evilly.

"Nothing" Harry replied turning back around and taking in my facial expression. "I hate you" he mouthed, realising that I'd only told him he'd looked like he'd been crying to get him to wipe his eyes and show the boys he had.

"Love you to" I replied laughing, as I rolled my eyes.

"Love you three" he replied.

"Love you four" I said back.

"Love you five" he said.

"Love you sixth."

"Love you seventh."

"Love you eighth" called out Louis interrupting our childish kind of game (which we did a lot when we were younger).

"Thanks mate" Harry replied, smirking at him.

"No, I wasn't talking to you" he replied, and he smirked at me.

I ignored him, rolling my eyes and saying "do you ever stop trying to flirt?"

This earned a few laughs and Louis even looked surprised that I'd said it, but soon recovered saying to me "well darling there's no trying about it. I am flirting."

I laughed and said still smirking "is that what you call it?"

"Er yeah babe, we're doing it right now actually" he replied.

I shook my head. "You are, I'm not."

"Oh really?" He waggled his eyes brows and I rolled my eyes turning away. Harry was looking from me to Louis and gave me a look when he noticed I was looking at him.

I smiled and mouthed "I'll have to watch out for that rule breaker."

He nodded, concealing his smile.

"I saw that" Louis called and I laughed.

"Not talking about you."

"Well who were you talking about?" he queried.

I looked around at the amused expressions of Zayn and Niall, and then at Liam who I had now noticed was actually staring at me.

"Er..." I started, swallowing hard. "Just not you."

He rolled his eyes and replied "sure darling. I know what you're thinking really." And he winked and I just ignored it turning to the mess on the kitchen counter, and stepping forward.

"What you doing?" Harry asked quickly as I began stacking up plates.

"Clearing up" I replied in a voice as though he was stupid, "I said I would."

"But I wasn't actually being serious that you should clear up" he said to me taking the plate from my hand.

"But what if I want to" I replied, pulling the plate back.

He tugged it back again saying more forcefully "it's our mess."

"But you aren't clearing it up are you?" I replied, and Harry sighed, letting go of the plate. "And besides" I added "if I'm staying I can't live with the kitchen in a mess."

Harry laughed, sitting down at the table with the others and saying to the boys "we better watch out or she'll be organising the whole flat. Did I mention she's got OCD?"

"I have not" I shouted quickly before anyone could say anything, giving him an angry look.

"Yes you have" he teased, smirking evilly.

"No I haven't" I argued.

"Well what's with the getting everything lined up" he said and pointed to the counter.

I looked round. I'd already made sure everything was in a orderly position and that the plates, which weren't dirty, were stacked according to size. I'd sort have done it subconsciously really. I made an aggravated noise and Harry just laughed.

"There's nothing wrong with being organised" I told him, as I began chucking rubbish in the bin.

"Well it is if you go over the top" he replied.

"I don't go over the top" I snapped at him, and as I looked round he put his hands up in a surrender position.

"Sorry, sorry. Don't bite my head off" he replied pretending to be scared but actually laughing.

"I wouldn't want to, not when it's so disgusting" I joked and I heard the boys laugh.

"Whoa! Your own sister just dissed your face" Zayn said laughing.

I smiled wickedly at Harry as he glared at me and told him "maybe I should sing the Harry song next, what do you think?"

Harry suddenly snapped out of his mock offended state, jumping up from his chair and yelling "don't you dare" as he came to clamp his hand over my mouth.

I giggled into it as the boys joined me in laughing.

"What's this song Harry?" asked Niall.

"Nothing" Harry groaned, and I managed to pull his hand away.

I opened my mouth, not actually going to sing anything when Harry yelled "no!"

I just laughed, as Harry looked annoyed. He suddenly then exclaimed "right that's it. You had it coming to you."

He took his hand away from my mouth smiling evilly as he started tickling me.

"No" I moaned, starting to laugh harder. "Harry, don't."

He didn't stop, still tickling me and supporting the most satisfied smile I'd ever seen any one wear. I could hardly breathe because I was giggling far to much and my eyes watering badly.

"Stop" I managed to croak, trying to push him away. He tickled me around the neck knowing full well that that was the worst place to tickle me. "Harry."

He just smirked saying "your fault."

"Stop, stop, stop" I continued to moan at him, hitting his hands but to no affect since I was laughing so much I had no actual energy right now.

"Don't sing the song then" he ordered me fake looking serious.

I nodded saying breathlessly "okay, okay." I broke into giggles, before then managing to add "just stop."

And then finally he did.

I wiped my eyes, still giggling but finally subsiding as I gripped the counter for support. "Never-do-that-again" I told him, taking big breaths between words since I was so breathless from laughing.

"Only if you never sing the Harry song" he said back warningly.

I nodded again, saying "deal."

"Deal."

He sat back down, as I tried to pull myself together again which was rather hard since he'd tickled me so much that I felt all weak from laughing.

"Well that was interesting" said Louis's voice, which actually made me realise I'd totally forgotten that the others were there at all.

I didn't comment, going back to organising the kitchen.

"Well" replied Harry "just remember if you ever want to get something out of her just tickle her. Works every time."

I shot him a glare as the boys laughed, all apart from Liam, who was staring at the floor moodily as though he'd been personally wronged by the black and white kitchen tiles.

I suddenly stepped back from the counter crying "ewwww."

"What?" asked Harry and I pointed to an old take away box which was filled with something which was covered in a layer of disgusting green mould.

"How long has that been there?" I questioned, seriously grossed out by it.

"Er, don't know" he replied, and I gave him a look of disgust.

"New rule" I announced "don't leave food lying around if you're not going to eat it."

I looked round at the boys, who all nodded (apart from Liam of course who was still looking moody) and Louis even said "yes miss" but in a joking voice of course.

I rolled my eyes, as I grabbed a knife and fork, picking the mouldy take away box up with them and holding it out in front of me as I headed for the bin. "That is revolting. Do boys have no care about hygiene at all?" I commented.

"Nope" Harry replied back as he put his feet up on the table.

I came over swatting them back down. "Not on the table" I snapped, and he again did a surrender position.

Louis laughed and put his feet up on the table now. Harry looked at me and then said in offence "you aren't telling him off!"

"Because one he's not my brother" I explained "and two he'd probably just ignore me anyway."

Harry nodded saying "fair point" as Louis chuckled.

I went back to clearing up, discarding some other old and stale looking food, which luckily for me hadn't got onto the stage of actually being green and hairy.

"I've just had a thought" called Harry to me a minute of two later.

"And what is that thought?" I asked.

"You don't have any clothes here, or anything else for that matter" he replied, and I nodded as that fact dawned on me.

"Yeah. Everything's back home" I confirmed, thinking of all my books and my laptop.

"Well" Harry said getting up "I better go and get it."

"No" I told him quickly shaking my head, panic stricken. "You can't."

He took in the look on my face coming closer as he replied "it's fine."

"No it's not" I said back, trying to get him to see the fear in my face. If Harry went and got my things dad would be sure to beat him up, I'm sure of it.

"Yes it is" he argued forcefully.

I shook my head, looking at my feet. "Let me come with you."

"No" Harry snapped quickly and it was his turn to look panicked, "I'm not letting you go back there. I'm not going to let him hurt you."

"But if you go, he'll hurt you" I told him quietly.

"I won't let him" Harry told me, and I looked up at him. His face looked so definite it was hard to think that he was wrong. "It will be fine."

I nodded although I knew it wasn't true and said to him "be careful."

He nodded too and replied looking assuring "I will be."

He then gave me a smile, and walked from the room leaving a serious silence in his wake. The boys were all quite and looking at me, and I found it hard not to start crying again right now. What if he hurt Harry badly? It would be all my fault.

"He'll be fine" said Niall's voice and I realised he had got up and was standing in front of me, looking down at me.

I tried to nod but couldn't quite manage it.

"God you're short" he told me, and I managed to weakly smile.

"Well thanks" I replied sarcastically.

Niall suddenly looked embarrassed saying quickly "it's not a bad thing. In fact it's sorta cute really."

I found myself blushing, un able to look at his face. Nice people were hard to come by in this world, and Niall was one of the many few with goodness in their hearts.

Suddenly Louis chipped in calling "so now Harry's gone, what is this Harry song? You could sing it now he's not here."

I shook my head, turning back to organising as Niall went back to his seat.

"Aww why not?" he asked.

I shrugged for an answer and surprisingly he didn't pester me again.

"Harry will be fine" said a voice suddenly and I turned looking to Liam who I knew had said it.

I nodded as Liam looked at me and I looked back at him. For the first time since I'd seen him he was actually looking something besides moody. The look on his face was caring almost.

"I hope so" I replied, un able to actual keep looking at him for fear that I would actually start crying for some reason.

Maybe he wasn't as bad as I first thought he was. Yes he went back to looking moody as I turned away but still he had looked caring all of a sudden and to be honest I don't really know any of the boys very well yet, I just have my first impressions. My first impression of Liam had been cold, mean and moody, but now I'm not so sure that I really think all of that. I don't know him yet.

I know none of them really yet, but I guess I will have to get used to them and get to know them better since I'm now going to be staying. For how long I don't know, but maybe for once I will actually get some proper friends that care about me.

 

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