Harry Styles Scares Me

Chapter Twenty Two

I never wanted to make my little sister the message carrier between me and my parents. They had my phone number, though I guess making a call to the daughter who basically called them butchers wasn't high on the priority list. Dori didn't push me though. She just informed me they wanted to talk and left it alone after that.

"I didn't leave because I was mad at you." She explained to me two days later during breakfast.

She just sort of blurted it out.

I looked up from my toast. I finished my bite and then set the toast down on the plate,

"Then why did you leave?"

She shrugged as she set her plate down on the table and took her seat across from me,

"I don't know I guess. Just needed to think. I knew you guys had issues but I always thought you were just being...difficult." She tugged her toast apart nervously, "I guess I kind of just thought you were mad at me."

I scrunched my face up in shock,

"Mad at you? For what?"

"Not giving you the benefit of the doubt. Defending them."

I sighed,

"Dor..."

"I didn't realize you had an actual reason." She blurted again.

I shook my head,

"I could never be mad at you. You're right. You didn't know. It was a shock to hear, I'm sure." I sat back in my chair, "And besides...I can be difficult."

She leaned forward,

"I'm sorry, Sylvie. I really am."

"You have nothing to be sorry about. Honestly."

She seemed satisfied with that so I went back to eating.

She took a breath,

"So...are you still gonna go to the wedding?"

The moment she mentioned it I felt my body tense. I kept my eyes on my toast though,

"I have to, I'm the photographer."

I heard her take a bite of her toast,

"Are you...worried about seeing him?"

I was. Terrified. Absolutely beside myself.

"No." I lied, "He's the...man of honor. He'll be there."

"You could pose him in embarrassing positions for the pictures. Might be fun."

I shot her a look,

"I'm a professional."

"He doesn't have to know he looks like an idiot until the pictures com back." She reasoned.

I wiped my hands on my napkin,

"Dor..." I said as I stood up to put my plate away in the sink.

"What? It's not like he doesn't deserve it."

"He doesn't." I said softly. I shook my head as I walked back out from the kitchen, "Look, it's not his fault." I stopped, "I mean...it is his fault. But I don't think he purposely meant to hurt me. It just turned out that way."

"Well what did he expect? He left you and then kissed another woman."

I laughed softly. Dori was almost more blunt than I was,

"You make it sound like he gave her a tongue bath against a wall. It wasn't like that."

She rolled her eyes,