Secret Sister

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Three

When the door closed I made my call quickly, three rings was all it took before he answered. Louis and I talked for an hour, we talked about me living here and what happened when I got home and what happened when he gt home.

It didn’t take much more to convince me to call Harry after we were done, I couldn’t understand the way he reacted. It wasn’t Louis’s fault I was here, he just believed in my enough to trust my decision. Louis invited me to come over again tomorrow and I quickly agreed as he suggested I could FINALLY meet Eleanor his soon to be wife.

The phone call ended not long after and without any hesitation I called Harry. On the first ring he didn’t answer, letting me here his voice mail but I quickly retried and another two calls later he finally answered. "What?” He grumbled.

“Why wouldn’t you answer?” Was my first question, he hesitated for a moment.

“Why’d you call?” he ignored my question jumping into his own.

“Harry, my question first” I tried to keep my patience with him, even though he had no right to be, he was upset.

“I didn’t feel like talking” He snapped, I knew he was hiding words, more likely ‘To You’ meant to be in there.

“Why?” I asked him.

“Why’d you call?” he repeated and I bit my lip.

I'm not going to get anywhere with him.

“Louis told me what happened, I called him before and he said-” He cut me off.

“You called Louis before you called me?” he asked.

I rolled my eyes, “Would you have answered if I called you first?” I asked him knowing the answer.

I was proved right when his end of the line remained silent for a moment and I continued, "He said that you snapped at him when you got home then stormed to your room”

"He started it” Harry mumbled like a child.

“Oh bull Harry!” I finally snapped, “I know what happened. What's your problem? You can't be angry at Louis because he trusts me enough to handle myself”

“I trust you” he sighed, I could imagine him with his head in his hands running his hand over his face, “It’s them I don’t trust, I mean you told me what they're like”

“Exactly” I pointed out, “I told you everything, I lived with them for 17 years, two weeks won't kill me” Harry sucked in a breath, “They won't hurt me, they couldn’t even if they wanted to anymore. Not with the fame you guys have or I guess I have a little of” I reminded him.

He let out another sigh, “I guess” he muttered, “I just, you didn’t tell me, why wouldn’t you tell me?”