He walks out of the house. "What the fuc-"He starts yelling and then sees me. He starts acting like nothing changed, like my life was in danger this whole time and he finally found me.
A few minutes later I'm done listening to his shit.
"Ha, thanks for showing concern BIG BROTHER," I laugh sarcastically, walking up the porch steps and into the house, leaving him standing there awkwardly.
I slam the door shut and wipe away a tear threatening to escape...


3. Chapter 3


"London!" His voice screeches behind me. I push my legs faster and feel the pounding in my head. "London stop!" He yells again.

Suddenly I'm tackled and we roll into the grass. I just stare at the curly haired boy I'm tangled up with. "Why did you stop me?" Tears spring to my eyes. He sits up and wipes them away.

"London," He shakes his head, not looking at me.

"You didn't and don't know so much Harry. Let's leave it at that," I sigh and get up. He grabs my waist and pulls me against him, crashing his lips on mine. I try to pull away but his grip is firm - and to be honest I don't want to. After a minute I tangle my fingers through his curly hair and everything is as it used to be.

"I never stopped loving you," He breathes heavily after the kiss.

"Don't do this right now Harry," I shake my head. He grabs my hand and places it on his necklace, where I notice an all too familiar silver ring with three diamond studs on it. I remember the weight of it on my finger distinctly. I look away.

"You shouldn't be ashamed to look me in the eyes Hazza. I should," I whisper before starting to walk back to the black house.

"London, I-"He starts.

"I said don't do this right now Harry!" I snap. "I know what you want me to say and I'm not saying it." I say coldly. I look back at him and his expression is hard. I sigh. "Yes Harry. The answer to your question, is yes," I say quietly.

He stops again and pulls my hips against his and smashes his lips on mine again. "But not everything is perfect. You can't do that whenever you want to," I growl, pushing him away.

"I used to," He frowns.

"That's my point. I've changed," I respond.

We reach the house and all of the boys are in the living room. Harry runs upstairs to do something and I walk into the living room. Zayn pats the seat beside him. I roll my eyes and find my way to the kitchen.

I put a kettle of tea on. "Gloria I said get out. I don't like you," I hear Harry's voice shout and then the front door slam. I furrow my eyebrows and then just sigh, rolling my eyes.

Zayn appears in the kitchen. "Lond-"He starts.

"Honestly Zayn, save it." I shake my head.

"You don't underst-"He begins again.

"What I understand is that I can not take any of your shit right now. So don't give it to me!" I yell.

"Don't raise your voice," He growls.

"Or what? You going to push me into a wall again like you used to? Or maybe it will be the carry and drop? Traditional punch in the arm? Huh Zayn? Back to square one?!" I shout.

"Fuck!" He yells and slams his fist into the wall.

Harry walks into the room and straight out punches Zayn. Zayn looks from me to Harry and punches back. "Boys!" Eleanor yells. They stop fighting for a second. "Take it outside," She chides. my jaw drops and I follow them both outside as Harry leads the way. He is absolutely PISSED.

"Abuse?!" Harry screams and his fist collides with Zayn's face. Zayn retaliates and they continue punching for a while. Once I see Zayn's face is pretty bloody I pry Harry off of Zayn.

"Shhh, Harry look at me. Listen to me. I'm here. I'm back. Babe," I hold his face in my hands, willing him to focus. His eyes meet mine and he nods, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me inside. I kiss his forehead and head outside to see Zayn wanting to run in and go after Harry again.

"If the word family means anything to you then you won't,"I threaten him. He stops and turns to face me. "If it means ANYTHING. If it has ANY VALUE. Think Zayn. Does it really?!" I yell.

"Of course it does! You think I don't realize what I did to you was wrong?! You think I didn't wake up every night thinking about how horrible of a brother I am? How I didn't protect you? How I drove you to leave?!" He yells, walking up to me.

"It's not that easy Zayn. You hurt me, in a lot more ways than one. And if you go after Harry, there will be no chance for forgiveness ever at all," I dare.

"Really?" He questions. I nod. "I knew Harry never stopped loving you, but I guess you never stopped loving him either huh?" He asks.

"I didn't leave because of Harry," I brush him off as I walk back inside to tend to Harry's wounds.

In the kitchen I clean up Harry's wounds and he rests his hands on my waist. "London I had no idea that he did that." He starts speaking quietly.

"I know you didn't. Like I said Harry there is so much you didn't know," I whisper.

"What don't I know now?" He questions. I shake my head, padding his forehead with an alcohol pad. "Babe, technically we're still engaged and I know we both love each oth-"He starts.

"Didn't you get the message that me leaving was me breaking off the engagement?" I ask. He shakes his head, the grip on my waist tightening.

"No. We love each other too much and you know it. You're just trying to push me away," He says. And the truth is, he's right.

"No Harry. I can't do this. That's why I left," I laugh.

"Our love can survive anything," He whispers, kissing my fingers. I sigh and shake my head. "Babe please just trust me then," He requests. His eyes match mine perfectly and I sigh again.

"Fine," I answer, bandaging his forehead and then cleaning up his knuckles.

"I want you to sleep in my room," He says, getting up.

"Okay. I'll be up shortly," I tell him. He searches my eyes and then quickly leans down to plant a gentle kiss on my lips. When he pulls away he pushes a piece of my hair behind my ear.

He begins walking away. I head back outside the back door and find Zayn sitting on the steps. I take a seat beside him. "Lighter," I hold my hand out. Wordlessly and a bit confused he hands over his lighter.

I pull out a pack of my new cigarettes from my jacket and light a bogie. "Since when do you smoke little sister?" He asks curiously.

"Since I left. And we aren't doing the sibling thing right now," I glare at him. "I want to know why John owes you money and what Louis did to him," I say in a confident voice. He raises his eyebrows in amusement and then furrows them. "I know that look. Zayn you better not find a way around the lie," I threaten.

"It's really better that you stay out of it," He tells me.

"And it'd be really better if I walked out right now and never came back. So spill," I reply, taking a long drag.

"A while back I bailed him out of jail for getting arrested with cocaine charges. Then I started hooking him up with cocaine for a discount price. I come to find out that he's selling it overpriced to his own people and not giving me any money back! So I told him I wanted my money and cut off his supply. He gave me stupid excuses and blah blah blah. I got tired of waiting. So I sent the boys over to rough him up a bit," He chuckles. I hit his chest. "Relax. Lou didn't kill him,"

"What did he do?" I ask.

"Just broke two of his ribs, sprained his ankle and caused a little blood flow," He shrugs.

"You're an asshole," I breathe out.

"Look if a guy owed you 5000 euro AND you were giving him illegal drugs at a discount rate you'd be upset too," He defends himself.

"Well yeah because I'm your bloody sister and the temper runs in the family," I narrow my eyes pulling out my phone. He snatches it from my hand.

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing. London you're staying with us." He demands.

"Always trying to be the controlling brother," i laugh sarcastically. "And to think I thought you might have changed," I stand up. He grabs my waist and pulls me back down.

"I can't lose you again," He says in a low voice.

"You can't lose something that isn't lost," I reply easily.

"You can honestly tell me that you didn't miss me at all?" He asks.

"Didn't I say we aren't doing the sibling thing?" I question. "That's a whole different level that you aren't even close to being on," I scoff. He hands me my phone. I look at him curiously.

"I have changed doll. I learned what not to do to keep you," He bumps my shoulder. I look at him weirdly and scooch away from him, calling my best mate Emma.

She picks up on the third ring. "London where are you? You were supposed to be back two hours ago," She says.

"I um...remember how I told you about my brother?" I ask and watch as Zayn's eyes light up. i hit his chest.

"Yes..." She answers.

"And remember how I told you that I'm sure he was looking for me?" I ask again. Zayn narrows his eyes at me.

"Wait. We are talking about the brother you hate right?" She questions.

"She doesn't hate me," Zayn snatches my phone and puts it on speaker.

"Oh. You're with him?" Her voice comes through.

"Yeah. And he's just as douchey as I remember," I growl.

"But?" She asks.

"But he's insisting that he's changed and is a better person and yada yada yada. Anyways, I'm going to be staying with him for a little while to see if this facade is true," I say. Zayn's eyes light up but his eyebrows narrow.

"Oh so basically he's forcing you to stay there," She concludes.

"Pretty much," I sigh.

"Look, Emily. She doesn't hate me and I'm not keeping her here against her will. End of discussion." He hands my phone back.

"So basically he's a jackass?" She asks.

"Pretty much," I say again. "I'll see you later. Make sure Bella gets walked," I laugh at her.

"Love ya," She laughs.

"Love ya too," I reply, hanging up the phone.

"You talked about me?" Zayn asks as I stomp out my cigarette and start to head inside.

"How many times do I have to tell you Zayn? We aren't doing the sibling thing right now," I snap.

I leave him standing there awkwardly as I walk through the house and up the stairs until I find Harry's room. "So," I start, sitting on his bed. "How many girls have you had sex with since I've been gone?" I ask curiously. His eyes widen and his mouth falls agape.

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