Harry Styles is my Brother?!?! ON HOLD

Chapter 11

(Chapter 11)

(Louis’ POV)

The last thing I saw before she shut the door was her guilty expression. While the other boys rushed to the couch, I stayed staring at her door. Someone coughed behind me and I turned.

“You okay?” Harry asked me.

“Did she seem a little out of it to you?” I asked them.

“Yea she acted a little weird after the paparazzi showed up.” Liam added.

“Maybe it just freaked her out?” Niall guessed.

“Did anything else happen in the car?” Zayn looks at me.

“Nope, nothing else.” I lie shaking my head.  Zayn sees through the lie, but lets it slide.

“Oh, okay. Let’s go to bed guys, we have rehearsal and a concert tomorrow.” Liam instructs us. We all agree. I go to my room and fall asleep almost immediately.

*

At around 2 am I woke up from a strange sound coming the conjoining bathroom. I stumbled there and through open the door. By the toilet sat Harry, looking as pale as ever. His groaning was loud and the creases in his forehead symbolized pain. Before the door completely opened again Harry leaned forward and upchucked into the bowl. I scurried out yelling “Be right back!”.

Liam’s room was closest so I bolted in and shook him repeatedly. Liam jumped up and looked at me annoyed. “What do you want at,” He looked at the clock. “2:09 in the morning?”

“Harry is sick and vomiting in the bathroom.” Liam shot out of the bed and to his bathroom. He grabbed a few types of medicine then ran to Harry. I followed close behind. Soon enough Harry got medication in his system and was passed out in his bed.

This time sleep eluded me.  My thoughts were running rampant. Some about how we would do the concert without Harry and others were about Clarissa. At one point, a while later my thoughts combined, making my mind go at peace before I fell into the darkness again.

*

Later when we started rehearsals Harry was still ill and laying backstage on the couch, a bucket by his side. Clarissa sat nearby chewing on her nails nervously.

Us, boys, were trying to form a solution. We could not agree on one idea so everything was being frustrating. 

“Can Clarissa sing?” Seth asked us.

“Yea, exactly like… Harry! She can sing for him.” Zayn realized.

“She could! They sound almost exactly alike.” Niall confirmed.

“Bring her over.”

“Clarissa, can you come here?” I called.

“Alright, be right there!”

(Clarissa’s POV)

“Alright, be right there!” I gave Harry a quick kiss on his forehead then left to where everyone was gathered. “You called?” An official looking man stepped forward.

“I’m Seth, one of the many people of management. I was wondering, during Harry’s sickness, if you would like to sing his parts in the concert?” The question definitely surprised me, so surprising, it made my jaw drop.

“Uhh… what?”

“You can sing, Harry’s sick so he can’t sing, you have similar voices, we need someone to fill in for this concert. Will you do it?” He looks at me expectantly.