A Smile Can Hide It All (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

I'm Not Going Anywhere

I´m Not Going Anywhere

Stella´s pov:

"Stella?" She asked me wide eyed.

I didn´t blame her though, this was a totally unexpected visit. I really didn´t even know I was going to ever see her again. But now that I think about it, I´m really glad I stood up to my parents. Yeah, I guess it really sucks I just dropped out of school, but it´s not like I was going to get anywhere far in life anyways. In fact, I was planning on just writing a book. Or maybe be like a comic book drawer or something, I don´t know. I just really didn´t want my life to be like my sister´s. I just didn´t want to have to have a whole bunch of work to do and stuff, but now I was really starting to consider doing something in my life. I´m really sick of my life always being so boring and having nothing to do is really not something I enjoy. Maybe I can just finish school here and graduate. Maybe coming to America wasn´t such a bad idea...

"Jane." I said, echoing her. I really couldn´t believe she was right here. I front of me. flesh and blood, she was actually here and it was just so surreal. After all this time I was finally going to be able to hug her and talk to her. And I couldn´t be happier.

"What are you doing here? Oh my gosh I´ve missed you so much Stel! I can´t believe it! How did you get here! I just can´t..." She said and trailing off at the end starting to cry. I walked over to her and hugged her. I hadn´t realized I had been crying and quickly wiped away the tears.

"I came to visit you. It´s kind of a long story..." I said quietly and she raised an eye brow.

"I have all day." She said simply and I sighed. I sat on the edge of the bed. I turned to face her, and I realized how worn out she looked. Her face was paler than usual, her bright blue eyes had turned into a sad grey color, and most of her hair was gone. And yet, looking so tired and sick, she still looked happy and beautiful. That was one of the things I admired about her, no matter what situation she was in, she always tried to look on the bright side, even if she knew things wouldn´t be alright, she always had hope.

"Well, I got in a fight with mom and dad. And well, dad basically kicked me out. But I was planning on leaving anyways. So, when they weren´t home, I had the courage to go inside their bedroom and I found...drugs inside a box. There was money and I realized that was dad´s job." I said, ashamed and disgusted of what my own father  done and would probably continue to do. It wouldn´t surprise me if he ended up in jail.

She just remaied silent, as if she wanted to tell me something but was holding it back. I frowned at this.

"What?" I asked her.

"What of what?" She asked me and I narrowed my eyes at her.

"There´s something you´re not telling me, just because I haven´t seen you in quite a while doesen´t mean you became a total stranger to me." I said crossing my arms. She sighed knowing there was no point in arguing back.

"I had always known what dad was doing." She said and my eyes widened. She knew? And she never told me?! It would´ve been really helpful to have some kind of information, especially such important information like this one! But why didn´t she ever tell me?

"You what?! Why didn´t you ever tell me! I could´ve left that house years ago!" I manage to say without yelling. 

"I´m sorry. I did it for the best alright?" She said letting out a sigh knowing I wouldn´t find that an acceptable answer.

"For the best? And how would that be for the best?" I asked.

"Look, if I would´ve told you, you would´ve left and that´s against the law and you would´ve had to go to a foster home and that´s the last thing I would´ve wanted to happen." She said and I gave her an apologetic look.