Bad News

Chapter 14 - Intricate

I stare helplessly at the building in front of me. After two weeks of skipping school, my parents finally force me to go back. They even asked Louis to convince me.

I am yet to accept the fact I can't see my sister again but life must go on. I have to move on, just like I'm getting used to not hearing Sandra's giggle. It is hard. And I can't express how depressing it is to have dinner without Sandra.

"Sweetheart, you have to go in."

My mother had chosen to drive me to the school. Not only that, she also had taken a day off so I won't be alone when I get home later.

"I don't want to go in, mum. I want Sandra," I spoke up for the first time since we left the house fifteen minutes ago. "People will ask me questions about her. They will pity me."

"Honey," her voice is so soft. Even so, worry is clear in her eyes. "Your sister would've wanted you to continue living your life. So, please, don't drown yourself in sorrow."

(November 15th, 2014)

"You owe me an explanation then," I huffed at Harry.

Waking up was kind of difficult this morning. Considering I had a headache and couldn't stop throwing my guts for half an hour. It was a stupid decision to drink too much beer last night. But, in my defense, it was the only thing I could do since Niall was far gone with his friends to even remember about me.

I don't remember much from last night. And I'm pretty sure I don't remember Harry had taken me back to his flat. What I do remember, I've met Zayn.

Harry insisted that he couldn't take me back to the dorm, which sounds ridiculous to me. Even though I forgot to bring my key, Lucy would be there. She said it herself yesterday. But Harry is a stubborn fucker.

Wait a second. When did I start calling person a fucker? Ugh. Lucy and Niall had made me cuss a lot lately.

"Okay," Harry said calmly. He placed the glass full of water on the counter top in front of me. "Where do you want me to start?"

Harry had filled me in about last night's event. About how frantic Lucy sounded on the phone when she called him about me going to Zayn's party. And how he found me sobbing at the edge of the pool. And apparently, I told him about my brief conversation with Zayn last night. It led us to talk about who he really is.

I'm so tired of not knowing what the hell is going on around me. It bothers me to no end.

His eyes stare straight to mine. "Starting with who the fuck he is and why he could be after me," my voice is still hoarse from all the throwing up.

Harry looks taken a back with my choice of word and takes a few deep breaths. He knows that I barely cuss. So, I won't blame him if he's surprised. Hell, I even surprised myself.

"Zayn is Sydney's boyfriend–"

I cut him off immediately. "I know that part. What I want to know, who he is to you. And, I thought Sydney loved you."

"Well, if you let me finish, you'll know the full story," he folded his arms, annoyed because I had cut him mid-sentence. "Do you still want to know or not?"

"Yeah," I answer right away. "Go ahead."

He clears his throat before continuing. "Sydney and I had a complicated relationship. We dated but then we decided we would be better as friends. But then, there were times where the line got blurry and we ended up shagging. She said the sex was amazing and she didn't want to lose that."