My Sister's Boyfriend (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Let's Talk (Ch 18)

I curled in on myself further, shrinking back against the tree.

"Just cause you moved doesn't mean I didn't already see you Allie." He said. "Are you going to come down, or am I going to have to go up and get you?"

I remained silent.

"Ok looks like I'm coming up." I heard him grabbed onto a branch, using it to haul himself up the tree, towards me. After a few minutes, I heard shuffling off to my left as he climbed onto my branch. I peeked through my knees to see him straddling the branch so that he was sitting right in front of me.

"Now that I'm up here, are you going to talk to me?" He asked. I remained silent, keeping my gaze down and my head on my knees. He sighed, "You don't have to talk, just look at me. Come on Allie. Please just look at me."

I ignored his pleas and let my tears continue to silently fall down my cheeks. I felt his hands cup my face, forcing me to look at him. My vision blurred, as the tears seemed to flow out faster now. He tried to wipe them away with the pad of his thumb. I wouldn't look into his eyes; cause I knew all I would see was pity. And pity was something I didn't need right now. I pulled his hands away from my face, trying to increase the distance

"Go away Harry." I told him.

"Now why would I do that when I just found you?" He replied.

"I don't want to talk to you."

"You wounded me Allie. I'm wounded. I thought you could always talk to me."

"Not about this." I mumbled, hoping it was just quiet enough to escape his ears.

"Why not?" I silently cursed, as the question escaped his lips.

"Does it really matter? I don't want to talk to you now leave."

"But you can talk to me. I'll always be there for you. I thought you knew that."

"That's where you're wrong. I don't know that. There was one person who I could count on to always be there for me and I screwed it up. And now he hates me. He'll never talk to me again. How could I have been so stupid and naïve not to see what was right in front of me?"

"Sometimes we can't see what's right in front of us, not because we don't see it but because we are too afraid to admit that we do. Cause we know that if we do, everything will change. So, we make ourselves believe that it isn't there, that we are too late and it isn't worth a second thought. When it might be the greatest thing that will ever happen to you."

I looked up surprised at his words. I stared, searching for a glimmer of something in his eyes to find the meaning behind his words. But I quickly squashed that hope down. I was grasping at straws, seeing things that weren't there, and once again letting my obsession with Harry take over. I needed to figure out what I felt about Louis not trying to read into things that aren't there with Harry.

There was pain in his voice, as he spoke "Allie, Louis doesn't hate you He never could, he loves you."

"That's the problem. Isn't it? He loves me and I couldn't even give him an answer. I just ran away, letting him think the worst." I sobbed. He pulled me into his arms, my tear stained face resting against his chest, probably ruining his shirt. I felt safe and secure in his arms, which only made me cry a little harder. I was doing it again. I needed to sort out my feelings about Louis, not Harry I reminded myself.

"Yeah, it wasn't the best thing you could have done." I glared at him. "Well I'm certainly not going to sugar coat it for you. You screwed up. But you know what? You're only human. We all make mistakes. You just need to try to calm down and just tell Louis how you feel. Don't be afraid of the truth."