My Long Lost Sister

Chapter 13

-Leia-

I lay in bed, another restless night ahead of me. Nights were now becoming the absolute worst times for me. All my life. In the day, at least I can do things that might keep my mind of the horrible reality that I know is my life. In the day, I had the comfort of Katie.. In the night, however I was all alone. It was times like this, where I just would lay on my back, look up to the ceiling and just think. Think about everything. Nowadays, it was getting worse. I was starting to cry too. I don't know why I cried. I don't think there's just one reason. Its just everything. .The orphans, Liam, Harry, my condition

My family.

Earlier today I had gotten a call saying they had found my parents. Before I had fainted, when I wanted to go to child services, I had called them, asking for information on my real family. But...........they had.....they had claimed to have found them.

They wanted me to meet them at their office, but I couldn't bring myself to go. It must sound stupid. A poor orphan who has lost practically everything is finally getting a chance to know about her real family.......can't even bring herself to go find out the truth about them. But....I just didn't want bad news.

What if they had died?

Or what if they were bad people?

I just..........I couldn't.

When I was younger I used to dream of my real family. I used to imagine, all of us, hand in hand, skipping to a lake, surrounded by beautiful green grass and a rooftop cottage. We would all laugh and I would roll around in the grass while they would tickle me.

I just didn't wan to be disappointed. I've been waiting all my life for this.

I stepped out of bed again, shoving the sheet along the bed as I jumped, my feet hitting the floor. I needed some air. I tip-toed out of the room and creaked down the stairs, trying my hardest not to wake anyone up. Last time I did this, I made poor Louis make me feel better. I didn't want that. I didn't want sympathy. I didn't want anyone to feel bad about something that isn't their fault. As I reached the bottom of the stair, I walked to the front door, and pressed my hand on the steel doorknob. Just as I was about to turn it a voice boomed against my ears.

"and where do you think your going?" a crisp british accent spoke, in a quiet tone. The very sound of his voice bringing shivers through my spine.

 I turned around, my green eyes meeting Harry's, the glint sparkling off one another's. He looked so impearmbly cute wearing grey sweats and a tight t-shirt that showed off his abs. His curls were draped away with a sloppy blue beanie.

"out" I simple said, trying to break eye-contact with him.

"At this time?" he said, "do I look stupid to you? What's going on, Leia".

I looked at the ground, and pinched my eyes shut. I took a huge breath then looked back up at him, "its everything Harry, everything..........I just........I just want to scream".

Harry's face turned from anger to sympathetic, "I know everything may seem confusing to you but.....everythings.......".

"Going to be alright?" I said, "Harry.......just leave please".

"No" He grabbed my hand gently and leaded my out the door, "come with me".

"Harry, where the hell are we going" I said, as we walked towards the car, "get in".

"Harry"

"Just get in".

I obeyed and sat shotgun, while Harry piled in the drivers seat. He pressed the accelerator and the car speeded away. What the hell. I knew, deep deep down, I had small feelings for Harry. I knew, deep deep down all I wanted was to drape into his arms and snuggle along his shoulder. I knew deep deep down I wanted to call him my boyfriend.