Soldier Styles // Harry Styles

Chapter 43

^^^Amanda's POV^^^

I have the urge to laugh in his face. "I am not your daughter."

This time, he is the one laughing. "Your mother and I fooled around a bit- creating you." He smirks.

"Stop lying!" I spit.

"I'm not, why don't you just ask your mother." He points to an opening, and in comes my mom.

"Mom-" Harry looks at me worriedly.

"Amanda, I am so sorry that this has happened to you," her voice soft and gentle.

"What is going on?" My voice cracks. "Mom?"

"He isn't lying," she ignores me. "Marcus and I.. We had more of connection than Dylan and I," she shrugs, wrapping her arm around Wells.

"You were on his side the whole time?" Tears weld in my eyes.

"It's more complex than that," she sighs. "Did it ever cross your mind why I told you to get Harry back? When he hurt you so bad? A real mother wouldn't do that." A real mother. What the hell?

"So, you don't care about me?" My lips start to tremble, Louis steps in.

"She's my sister?" He gasps. "No, why are you two doing this?"

"If you really think I cared about you, then you are dumber than I thought." She laughs. "And Louis, don't act so surprised. You didn't believe that story your father told you, did you?" She taunts.

"No." He lies.

"You thought your sister died while I was giving birth, but nope." She laughs harmlessly.

"Get them out of here!" Wells' screams. "They have a voice to make."

Louis comes behind me, untying the knots. "I will help you two get out of here," he whispers, escorting me to another dark room. "Harry will be here in a minute." He sighs.

"Thank you," a sob escapes my lips.

"I'm sorry, I promise I will do my best to get you two out of here." He shakes his head as the door opens once more.

"Thank you," I repeat.

"After all, you are my.. Sister," he tries to smile, and I reach up to hug him.

"Why are you being so nice?" I cry into his shoulder.

"My father was getting way out of hand, as I realized I was too," he hugs back briefly, walking out of the room with a single wave.

I sigh, rubbing my hands over my face. "Harry?" I ask softly.

"I'm right here," his voice raspy, and he looks at me before hugging my tight. "I am so sorry, you don't deserve this." His voice cracks slightly, tears soaking my neck.

"You don't either," I remind him softly. "Can I ask you one thing?"

"Anything." He mumbles, still holding me tight.

"Do you really love me, or did you mean what you said?" I'm not sure if I want him to answer.

"Of course I fucking love you," he pulls away, looking me straight in the eye. "If I didn't love you, would I risk my life for you?"

"What do you mean?" I question, feeling a new wave of tears fall from my eyes.

"I talked to General Wells.." He sighs. "I'm willing to die if it means you will be safe." I immediately shake my head.

"No!" My voice cracks as I yell, "you will not die!" He tries to calm me down, yet I don't listen.

"It's for the best." He tries to explain.