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...


4. Chapter 4


She walks into my bedroom and sits on the edge of my bed next to me. "So," Her familiar blue eyes sparkle with curiousity, "How many girls have you slept with since I've been gone?" She asks me.

My eyes widen and my mouth drops. "I'll answer your question if you answer mine," I reply.

"Go for it," She dares, falling back on the bed.

"Why didn't you tell me you were leaving? Why didn't you bother to ask me to join you? Why did you leave your ring?" I pepper her with questions.

"That's more than one question. Pick one please," She says in an even voice.

"Why did you leave your ring?" I ask.

"Starting over is hard when you have an engagement ring. And leaving your fiance is even harder when you are constantly reminded every time you look at your fingers that you left the one you love," She says, staring at her fingers. "Your turn," She replies softly.

"I lost track. For a while I was in denial that you left and kept thinking you were going to come back. Then I got drunk all of the time and tried desperately to find someone to numb the pain," I admit embarressed.

"I'm not mad that you had sex with a bunch of girls. I'm mad that none of them made you feel anything," She replies.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because it makes my heart hurt more," She doesn't meet my eyes.

I reach out and grab her arm gently. "I'm not mad you left. I'm mad you didn't want to take me with you," I reply.

"Harry I can't talk about this right now, I'm sorry," She turns away and wipes away her tears. I wipe away my own.

"What's important now is that you're here," I say. She sighs. "Don't say that you aren't staying please don't," I beg.

"I didn't ask you to come with me, because I know Zayn wouldn't have let you. You'd become a target. I was keeping you safe," She whispers.

I lay down next to her and pull her body against me.  "No, don't do this," She fights against my grip but I hold her firmly against me.

"Shhh. I love you," I whisper in her ear.

She relaxes after a minute and grips on to my tee shirt. "Styles," My door is slammed open to reveal Zayn. "We need to talk," He barks. London's grip tightens and I feel a pang of anger towards him. He hurt my baby girl and that's why she left.

"For what," I ask.

"Come on," He says in an authoritative tone.

"No," London removes her face from my chest and looks up at him, her face straight and her voice resolute.

"I wasn't asking you London," He barks at her. I jump up and London grabs my arm, holding me back. "It's about her," He says in a low voice to me, meeting my eyes.

My position is entirely tense and I feel London's stiffen up as well. "Please," He adds. Zayn never says please. This is serious. I nod and he walks out of the room.

I turn to London. Her position is closed off - she's trying to shut me out. "London," I say gently, pushing a stray piece of hair behind her head.

"Go," She says quietly.

"London," I repeat.

She looks up at me with cold, hard eyes. "Go." She commands.

"Babe I-"I start.

"LEAVE ALREADY!" She screams. I kiss her forehead and then walk out of the room, heading towards Zayn's office next door.

When I get there he's sitting on the couch, leaning forward on his knees. "Regardless what you think of me, I love her," Is the first thing that escapes his lips.

"Yeah because I believe that," I scoff, standing up still.

"Go ahead. Punch me. I deserve it," He says, leaning back and putting his hands in the air. "Go ahead!" He yells.

"No," I remain still. "I'm just going to let you live with the guilt of knowing that you put your hands on your sister. The sister that you are supposed to love. The sister that you are supposed to take care of. And that's why she left," I reply simply.

He drops his head in his hands.

"Harry I need to make things right. I need to have my sister in my life. She's the only family I have left. I spoke to my father and he absolutely hates me." He shakes his head and I watch a drop of water hit the ground.

"You are a vile, inconsiderate, abusive asshole," I walk towards him slowly. "But one day I will marry your sister. And that means you have me as family," I put a hand on his shoulder.

He looks up and I punch him in the face. "But right now I fucking hate you," I add, sitting next to him.

"I deserved that," He rubs his face.

"What bullshit dare you ask from me?" I question him, pulling out my mobile.

"I want you to help me keep her," He says quietly. I look up.

"Why would I help you?" I ask him.

"Because then you can have her. I'm a lot of things Harry, but I'm no idiot. I know you two are still in love," He replies.

"If you place your hands on her again I will ship her off to a foreign country myself," I threaten.

"Deal," He holds his hand out. "I swear, I'm going to prove to both of you that I'm not that horrible man anymore," He says in a low voice.

"Fine," I don't shake his hand. I just get up and walk away.


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