Falling For Styles {Niall Horan}

Chapter Thirty-Two

Don’t ask how, but I found a picture of that café that Lilah sits in. I just typed in weheartit girl in a café and that came up so score! Just imagine it darker and voila!

I legit cried while writing this chapter okay?! Some of what Lilah goes through, Ive gone through. Not her “mother” screaming at her when she feels terrible about herself. None of what her “mother” says is what my mom says to me sometimes but not the exact words. It’s the same meaning though.

As I type this, my mother yells at me again for “spending my time on the computer” excuse you I do more than that. That’s all you care to pay attention to.

Sorry about all the personal shit in these author’s notes. TO THE STORY MY BALLERINAS!!

Chapter Thirty-Two

-Lilah-

I stood there in shock for what felt like ever. So I’ve known someone for almost three years; thinking that they’re family then they turn up not being family?! How twisted is that?!

After I finally got over the state of shock, I asked her what I was dying to know, “Wait what do you mean I'm not Harry’s twin?!”

“He’s really your half brother.” She paused for a brief second. I was on the edge of my seat, dying to know the real story. “It was May of 1992. I went out to New York City to visit a friend of mine. I was still with Brian at the time. While I was there, I met your father. We clicked instantly and saw each other every day the whole three weeks I was there. I did love him and the feelings were mutual. We attended a party one night and got trashed. I don’t think I need to tell you the rest.” She laughed dryly.

“When I left I promised him that I would go back to England and break things off with Harry’s father. However when I got back I realized I was pregnant. I wasn’t sure whose it was so I had to stay with Harry’s dad. When you were born on the same day as Harry just a year earlier, I took a test to see whose you were. When the tests came back, I sent you to your father but told Brian that I wasn’t ready for another child because Gemma was already a handful. A year later I had Harry.

“When you came back two years ago, I could definitely tell that you were Jeff’s. You had his personality whereas you had the same facial features as Harry except the nose and skin color.”

My voice wouldn’t work. I tried to say how shocked or upset I was but nothing came out. My throat closed up, my lips were chap, and my eyes were watery.

Anne must’ve noticed my change in mood because she grabbed my hand but I pulled away. “Please, Delilah, don’t be upset with me,” she said with a genuine concern in her voice.

She stepped towards me but I stepped backwards. My eyes became cold and cold lips formed a line. “Don’t,” I hissed as I shook my hand zigzag downwards. It was my way of telling her that she stepped too far.

Too many terrible things were swarming in my head like smoke. I felt myself suffocating. I ran off the stairs and down the huge driveway as fast as my legs would take me. I found myself at a corner near a coffee shop and across the street was a pizza place a good two miles from Anne’s house.

I sat myself on the curb and pulled out my phone. I had a lot of missed texts from Niall asking where I was, some from Anne, one from Harry, and surprisingly two from Olivia and Zayn. They were just checking on me but it made me smile through the tears that I didn’t know were flowing down my cheeks like tides.

I needed to talk to my brother – half brother – more than anything. I needed to hear his reaction more than anything.

“Lilah? What’s wrong? Why are you calling me?” He asked once he answered his phone. I could hear the panic and concern in his voice.