Stay (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter one

"There's something you should know."

A tall curly haired boy walked into my apartment when I opened the door. He hastily kicked off his white converse before staring into my eyes. I couldn't help but bitterly laugh at his concentrated face.

"Well, hello to you too," I said, sarcasm and anger dripping in my words as I closed the door behind him. 

He didn't say anything but the expression on his face showed that something was indeed wrong. I felt my eyebrows furrowing, confusion clear on my face. He was now leaning against the beige wall in my flat, his eyes shut tightly. The silence allowed me to take in the image of him. He looked torn. Did I do this to him? Should I have ran to him before we alienated eachother? His face was tired and he had a shadow forming along his jawline, probably because he hadn't shaved in a while. His usually perfect mass of curls looked limp and lifeless. Just having Harry in my apartment in the state that he was in gave me goosebumps and turned the room into a cold unknown place.

"I am so sorry, I wasn't there for you.. But there's something you should know Lina," he choked as his eyes began to focus on the ground beneath him.

This only furthered my confusion.

"What's going on Harry? Is it Louis?" I asked. Seconds passed with silence on his part before I spoke again, "Is there something wrong with Louis?"

He stirred, taking a slight step forward."No! I mean-"

I interrupted him, "then what is it Harry? Why are you here? You and Louis have been avoiding me for days, so why are you here now?"

Harry remained silent and awkwardly shifted in his position. "Harry, what do you need to tell me? Say it and get out," I say, staring past him, unable to look him in the eyes. 

Harry ran his fingers through his hair and took two fast steps towards me before clutching my shoulders. "It's not Louis' fault!"

His height and tone of voice frightened me, I pressed my back against the closed door behind me while searching for words. I stared at the boy in front of me, his green orbs bearing into my brown ones. His hands were clenched into fists and his collarbones were prominent.

"I- I'm sorry... I didn't mean to frighten you.." He trailed off, pinching the bridge of his nose.

I let myself slump onto the floor, crying. I keep doing this, I keep breaking down. In the past two weeks, I haven't done anything but cry. I haven't had a proper meal in days. I lost Louis and Harry at the same time and it's something that I wasn't dealing with too well.

Harry had always been my best friend, even before the X-factor. But when I met Louis... Louis was the answer to my prayers, he helped me to feel love again even after being abandoned by my parents at a young age. My life was finally getting back on track until two weeks ago when my heart had been broken by the boy I thought I loved. Harry tried to call me, he texted too, but I couldn't bring myself to pick of his calls or text him back. In a way I pushed him away, but he should have tried harder. I know it must have been difficult for him too. Choosing between two of his closest friends couldn't have been an easy decision to make; he must have known he'd lose one of us. I just didn't understand why he couldn't have chosen me and tried harder to comfort me.

I felt his body slip next to mine.

Harry's breath was shaky, unease evident in his voice. "Lina, you are Louis' half-sister."

My eyes focused on the wall in front of me. My mind was spinning, trying to process what I had heard.  

Half-sister. Could that be true? I mean, I always felt like there was more to our relationship.

Words only just began to escape my mouth before Harry continued, "That's why he broke up with you. It was wrong. He feels so lied to... cheated. I told him you didn't know 'bout it and he knows that it wasn't your fault but how do you expect him to react to the fact that he was in love with his little sister?"

Little sister. Should I believe that? Louis and I have absolutely no corresponding features. His hair is beautiful shade of brown whilst my hair is a dark muddy colour, he has gorgeous sea blue eyes and my eyes are amber brown. My cheekbones could never compare to his high and prominent ones. We would never pass as siblings.

"Harry, I need you to leave now." I stated bluntly, pulling myself to my feet. I slightly turned the door knob before his large hand caught mine.

"What? Why?" His eyebrows scrunched together.

"I need to think. And I'm not positive you're being completely honest either. So please Harry, leave."

"What exactly did I do?" He protested.

Without thinking it through, my hand made physical contact with his face. 

A look of shock replaced the confusion on his face. Evidently, he wasn't expecting me to slap him. Probably because it didn't make sense to, but again he clutched onto my shoulders.

"If you honestly believe that I would ever lie to you or that I would ever intentionally hurt you..." There were tears glazing Harry's mesmerizing green eyes. "Please tell me you don't really think I'm lying to you."

My eyes blankly stared into Harry's trying to tell myself what was right and what was wrong. Thoughts began to dance in my brain, I couldn't think properly. Each thought contradicted another.

Harry and I have been friends for six years now, we met when we were twelve, he wouldn't lie to me.

But Louis is... was my boyfriend, he loved me. He would have told me about this.

Well, maybe Louis was afraid of the consequences... maybe he didn't want me to be his sister. Maybe he couldn't handle the thought of ruining our relationship.

Or maybe Louis just doesn't want me anymore.

Harry wouldn't lie.

But niether yould the Louis I know.

But Louis had promised hat nothing would come in between us... I guess he did lie.

Maybe I don't even know him that well.

Harry wasn't there for me when I was hurting, he ignored me. What makes me believe he wouldn't lie to me?

Louis lied.

And in a way, Harry lied.

Wait, no, Harry didn't lie.

Did Louis really lie?

I love Louis, right?

Harry is my best friend, I love him too.

Wait, I love Harry???

I think I do.

But I love Louis?

"Harry, I don't know." It was all I could do to keep myself from crumbling under my frustration.

He let his hands slip off of my shoulders. As his right hand turned the door knob I found myself becoming increasingly scared; scared that he would leave. I gripped his shoulder tightly and he turned to face me.

"Please stay," I said.