Will You Break Me? [Harry Styles Love Story]

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Harry's POV

        So, she's done with me. She's officially done with me... and Niall. I guess this is okay... I mean, I'd rather her be with someone who loves her. Niall doesn't love her. She's going to be alone again though. The worst part of this whole thing.

        "Hazz, I need to talk to you." Louis grabbed my shoulder as I went to my room. I turned to look at him, looking behind him as well to see if Amanda was coming out of her room at all. Nope.

        "What do you need?" I asked harshly. I didn't mean to, it's just, it's hard to be in love with someone and then have them tell you they don't love you. Have them sit her and tell you they care and give you all the signs that they love you. Their eyes show love to you no matter what. Then one day, their eyes look dead towards you. They don't care anymore.

        "It's Amanda." His eyes looked worried.

        "I just talked to her. She doesn't want any help. She's fine by herself."

        "She's still cutting." His voice sounded scared. I'd never heard him sound like this.

        "I know."

        "You knew my little sister was cutting still and you didn't say shit to me?!" He raised his voice, but dropped it again, knowing his mum would hear him. "Why wouldn't you  tell me that she was still hurt. That she still needed someone?"

        "She didn't want anyone to worry still." I dropped my head. I couldn't look him in the eye. I felt like a jerk. I should have told him. 

        "She said she doesn't want us around anymore." 

        My eyes widened at this comment. "What?" I lifted my head to look at him. My eyes had gone wide.

        "She said we said she's hurt because of us. It's our fault to why she's hurting. I understand though. You and Niall wanting her. Liam being disappointed in every decision she makes. Me..." He cut off, I saw he had tears rolling down his face. "Me for being a horrible brother."

        "You're not a horrible brother Lou." I grabbed his shoulder and gave it a squeeze. He was an amazing brother.

        "I wasn't there and now she doesn't even want me there!" He looked down again. He was getting mad. I pulled him into my room.

        "You couldn't help having an amazing voice Lou. You won X-Factor and started touring. We started touring. We couldn't help it." I watched as he walked over to the window and sat on the window seal. He looked out into the dark sky. It was cloudy, making it hard to see the stars. He breathed in a heavy, shaky sigh.

        "She was going to audition that year. Same year our dad left. She was so excited to try out. But, all that went away when he told her she was horrible. He said she sounded horrible. She told him she was still going to audition. He grabbed her hair and pulled it as hard as he could. She screamed so loud. She started cry, her screaming becoming louder as he pulled harder. I tried to stop him, but I couldn't. I was too small compared to him. He let go of her, when he heard the front door opening.  We ran to my room and sat there on my bed as she cried into my shoulder. The next day was audition day. She looked horrible. She was crying the whole night. Her eyes were puffy and her arms had bruises from when Dad grabbed her, pulling her closer to him so he could grab her hair. The worst of it all, her voice was raspy. She couldn't sing. The way there we told her not to talk, maybe it would get better. When we got there and we were waiting to sign in, we had her try singing. Her voice sounder raspy and barely audible. She had lost her voice. All her dreams were smashed right there. All because of that ass hole of a man we called Dad." 

        "She can sing now though. We could bring her into a recording studio and get her started!" I never asked about their dad. I just knew it wasn't something he would talk about. He never brought him up.

        "That wont work. She's given up on singing. She's given up on love. She's given up... given up on herself." His voice wavered as he said the last words... 'given up on herself.' It was sad, but true. She's given up on everything. She's given up on her dreams because she sees no reason to have a dream to do something in the future when she believes she doesn't have one. 

        "We need to do something."

        "I promised her I'd keep her safe. She wants me to keep her safe from herself, but to do that, she needs us gone. That's why this is hard for me to do."

        "Didn't you tell her we're leaving soon?" We were supposed to be leaving in two weeks.

        "No, I don't know how. I can't even tell her I'll leave her alone. It all hurts too much." He stood up and walked over to me. He gave me a hug while saying, "Tell her if you want. I'm going to bed."  He walked out, leaving me alone in my room. I couldn't tell her. I won't tell her.