Lost L.S

II

Louis

~1 months earlier~

I awaken slowly, the remnants of yesterday's celebration still lingering in my mind. Harry and I quietly marked our six-month anniversary, a milestone we've kept secret but cherished, nonetheless.

He surprised me with a necklace, a gesture that touched my heart deeply. I vowed to wear it on every date, a symbol of our love and commitment to each other. Harry has a knack for these thoughtful gestures; I wish I could reciprocate in kind.

Reflecting on our anniversary, I can't help but feel a pang of guilt. While Harry showered me with gifts and affection, I only gave him a simple stuffed bear. Yet, he cherished it, promising to hold it close whenever I'm away.

As I dress for the day, I opt for attire that's more refined than my usual casual wear. It's a conscious effort, one I make solely for Harry's sake. He has a way of bringing out the best in me.

Heading towards the bathroom, I'm surprised to find Lottie inside. Normally, I wouldn't think twice about barging in, but her presence gives me pause. Ignoring the awkwardness, I step inside.

However, what I witness leaves me speechless. My sister, engaged in an intimate act, hastily scrambles to compose herself upon my arrival.

"What the hell, Lottie?" I exclaim, unable to conceal my shock.

"Shh, mum can't know about this, and neither can the girls!" she hisses urgently, her eyes wide with panic.

"What were you doing?" I demand, my voice tinged with disbelief.

"None of your business, and if I was, it wouldn't concern you," she retorts defensively, avoiding my gaze.

Snatching her phone from her grasp, I'm met with a sight that fills me with dread. A shirtless image of Harry stares back at me, sending a surge of anger coursing through my veins.

It's a picture he sent me when I was feeling aroused and needed his comfort. Unable to be with me physically, he sent the image to ease my longing. But how on earth did she get her hands on it? And why was she deriving pleasure from it?

My boyfriend is undeniably attractive, but he's mine, not hers. The thought of her lusting after him fills me with anger and confusion.

"What the hell?!" I explode, unable to contain my shock.

"What?" she feigns innocence, but her guilt is written all over her face.

"Don't play dumb," I snap, my frustration boiling over. "I caught you getting off to a picture of my boyf- best friend," I nearly reveal the truth.

"I'm sorry, okay! I can't help it if I'm in love with him," she confesses, her admission catching me off guard.

In love? My sister harbours feelings for my supposed best friend, who's actually my boyfriend? It's a betrayal that cuts me deep.

He's everything to me. From the moment I met him, I was drawn to him. Over time, my feelings grew into something deeper, something I can't deny.

"In love? You're in love with my best friend?" I question incredulously.

"You could have anyone, why him? He's mine," I plead desperately, grappling with the complexity of the situation.

"Oh, so you dictate who I fall in love with?" she retorts, her tone dripping with sass.

"Well, no, but—" I try to reason, but she cuts me off.

"No excuses, Lou. I love him, and I'm going to pursue him," she declares with determination.

"Good luck," I mutter bitterly, knowing she doesn't stand a chance. He's mine, and his affection for me runs deep. Besides, he's not even into girls. He's exclusively mine, and I've only ever been with him.

Leaving the bathroom behind, I retreat to myroom, my mind spinning with the revelation. How could my sister be in love withmy boyfriend? It's a betrayal that leaves me reeling.