3. The Explination
My mom was leaving to go to the car and told me that I could stay a few more minutes to talk. When she left Harry said, "Ok what's the real reason you didn't want to take your sweat shirt off?" "No reason. It's just comfortable and I get cold really easy." "I don't believe you. We've had fans that struggle with self harm and they are like you. They don't want to show their scars and I can tell you don't want to show your scars." "Fine! I'll tell oyu the real reason I don't want to take my sweat shirt off. Just stop peatering me please." I said starting to tense up a little bit. "I do self harm. I've been bullied and teased for years. And people say that the worst thing is that I'm listening to music and singing all the time, but I listen to music and sing all the time because that's what calms me down. And for a wgile it kept me from cutting, but then it just got to be too much and I started to cut. It felt so good to just release my feelings. I didn't feel pain at all. Not even the first time I cut." I said about to cry. Harry just stood there in shock. "Will you sing for me?" he asked. "No." "Why?" "Because I don't sing in public unless I'm really annoyed or upset." "Please?" "No." I said starting to fet annoyed at his persistancy. "PLEASE!" "NO!" "PLEASE!" "NO! I SAID NO AND I MEAN NO HARRY! JUST DROP IT OK?" "Fine." "Thank you." Then, something happened. I remembered how I used to think I look like Harry. I still do though. I see it in out hair, our dimples (even though I only have one dimple), and our singing voices. "Hey guys, can I have your numbers so we can talk later?" I asked. "Sure." "Ya." "Yup." "No problem." "Sure." were the replies i got. "Thanks." I said. "No problem." Harry said. "I'll talk to you guys later." I said. "Bye." they said together. I went to my mom's car and we left for home.
*Skip car ride*
"So did you have fun?"my mom asked. "Definitly!"I said. We listened and sang along to the radio the rest of the way home. When we got home I pulled out my phone and texted Harry.
(A/n M-Me/Sarah H-Harry)
M-hey whats up
M-same so i wanted to talk to u about something
H-what is it love
M-nm but i always thought i kinda looked like u u know?
M-and i was wondering since im adopted maybe we could be siblings
M-well i have to go nite
I changed into my pajamas and fell asleep as soon as I got comfortable.
I thought about what Sarah said about us possibly being siblings and i decided to ask my mum. "Hey, mum? I have to ask you something."I said. "What is it Harry?"she asked. "Well, I met a girl at the concert earlier today and we texted each other amd I though, well she thought, we might be siblings because she is adopted." "Well, maybe. Do you have a picture of her?" "Yes." "Can I see it?" "Sure." I handed her my phone. "What's her name?" "Sarah." "Well, I think she might be your sister." "Really?" "Yes, really." "Yes! Well, night mum." "Good night Harry." I went to my room and texted the lads for a while before I fell asleep.
The Next Day
I woke up to the smell of bacon. I ran downstairs as fast as I could. "Morning mom." "Morning Sarah." She finished up the bacon and set a plate if pancakes, bacon, and eggs in front of me. I quickly ate my breakfast and went back upstairs to get ready.