My Sister's Boyfriend (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

The Worst Day of My Life (Ch 2)

 My jaw dropped. Harry was my sister's new boyfriend! Why didn’t he tell me? How long was this going on? How could she do this to me? I felt my heart break into millions of pieces, and then put through a blender. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"That's great. I'm happy for you." I weakly smiled.

My mom looked at me with concern. I couldn't breathe, I felt like all the air was sucked from my lungs. Jess smiled at Harry and pulled his lips to hers. My heart dropped. My eyes started to get hot, I knew what was coming and I had to get out of here. She pulled away from him, a satisfied look on her face. She looked towards me.

“Allie are you alright? You don’t look too good.” Jess asked, concern filling her voice. There was something about the way she looked at me that was off putting.

"I need some air." My voice cracking at the end.

I hurriedly walked past them, keeping my head down so they wouldn't see the tears threatening to fall, and out the door.  

"Allie!" Harry called.

I ignored him and ran. I just ran and never looked back. The tears were flowing freely now, blinding me, as I ran to God knows where. Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I fell to the ground sobbing, clutching at my chest. I couldn't breathe. It hurt, everything just hurt. I loved him more then anything and my sister took that away from me. How could she? I assumed people were staring, but I didn't care. At that moment, I wanted to die. My heart was torn away from me leaving me hollow inside. The pain was so great, that I felt numb inside.

"Allie?" A voice tentatively asked.

I looked up at a boy with bright blue eyes and tanned skin. His hair was slightly quiffed and he wore a red and white striped shirt with red pants and suspenders. He had on a pair of red Toms. Louis. He stooped down to my level. He cupped my face in his hands and brushed the tears away. His eyes filled with worry.

"What's the matter luv?" I couldn't speak. I just blankly stared at him. "Please tell me."

I looked away from him and stared at the floor, sobbing. He sighed and scooped me up into his arms. I clung to him, burrowing my face in his neck. He carried me into the building. Only then did I faintly realize where I was. I had all the way to Louis' flat. He went into the lift and slightly shifted me so he could push the button. The tears kept flowing the whole way to his flat. I'd soaked his shoulder with my tears. Thankfully he didn't say anything. He unlocked it and opened the door. He carried me to the bedroom and laid me down on the bed. I curled up on my side, hugging my knees to my chest.

He sat down and sighed, "Luv, please tell me what happened? Did you tell him? Is that why you’re upset?"

I didn't reply. I just stared off into space, wishing I could go back to three months ago when I had the chance to tell him and chickened out. Go back when we were carefree and happy, and I had hope, hope that he loved me. But that hope is gone, crushed by my own sister. I let out another sob and my head started to pound from the lack of water in my body. Louis was still sitting there looking at me with concern and worry. He brushed the hair back from my face and tucked it behind my ear.

"Allie please. It scares me to see you like this." His voice filled with pain and worry.

I shifted slightly, sitting up with my back leaning against the headboard. I tried to wipe the tears from my eyes.

"Lou can I have some water?" I said, my voice trembling and hoarse from all the sobbing.

He smiled. "Sure luv."

He walked out of the room and returned shortly with a glass of water. He handed me the cup. I took it from him, mumbling a thank you. I greedily sucked it down. When I felt a little better I placed in on the nightstand. I felt a few tears stream down my cheeks as I opened my mouth.

My voice cracking,  "Lou he's dating her."

"Dating who?"

"Jess"

"Your sister?"

I nodded, full out crying now. I let out a mangled cry. Louis didn't say anything; he just wrapped me in his arms and held me tight. I sobbed into his shirt. Their kiss playing over and over again in my mind.

"Why? I don't understand, why me? How could she do this to me?" Louis still didn’t speak. He rubbed my back as I let it all out. “And I didn’t even tell him.”

Louis moved me off his shoulder and looked me in the eye. “You mean he still doesn’t know?” I nodded. “Why didn’t you tell him?”

“I had to go before I had a chance and now its too late.”

 He held me again. “Its okay luv, everything is going to be okay.” I felt something inside me snap. I pushed him off me and rose to my feet.

“How can you say that? The boy I love was taken from me, by my own sister! MY OWN SISTER! She ripped my heart out and you’re here telling me it’s going to be okay? How is it going to be okay Louis?! Any hope of us ever being together is gone!” I yelled, tears streaming down my face. I fell to the ground sobbing. Why me? What the hell did I ever do to deserve this? After what felt like hours, I calmed down a bit. “I’m sorry Lou. I shouldn’t have snapped.” He slid off the bed and sat down in front of me.

“Don’t be. I understand that you’re hurt.” This side of Louis is what I loved about him; it showed that he was so much more than the walking entity of sass.  His phone went off. “It’s your mother.”He answered the phone, “Hi Mrs. Matthews...Yea she’s here. Do you want to talk to her?” I shook my head at Louis. He put his phone to his chest. “I’ll be right back.”

He got up and into the hall. After a talking with my mom for twenty minutes, he came back in. He crouched down next to me. “You’re mom’s worried about you Allie. I told her that you probably didn’t want to come home and that you’re spending the night here.”

I was exhausted and completely drained. Louis must have seen this, for he picked me up and tucked me into bed. “Just sleep now.” He started to walk out of the room.

“Lou.” He stopped in the doorway and turned around. “Thank you for everything.”

He smiled. “Anytime luv”

And with that he left. I was numb and hollow inside. Why do the people we care about the most always seem to hurt us the most? I felt new tears stream down my cheeks, as I cried myself to sleep.

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