Pretty, Little, Rich Girl

What's done is done.

*Harry’s POV*

My blood is boiling, my hearts pounding and I can’t see straight.

This girl, my step-sister, has the audacity to hide this from me. She may be wounded, and in a hospital but that does not mean I will not hesitate to that darn hospital tomorrow morning and give her the talking to she needs.

“God!” I screamed, pushing over one of the expensive, overly dramatic statues in the foyer of this over sized piece of cement and marble. Anyone would go crazy to be in this monster of a mansion, but not me. Secrets are held in the girl that resides here.

That girl is Morgan.

That’s darn blonde haired step sister of mine that I happen to have had a crush on since the first grade.

How creepy is that?

I just want to be there for her. I want to help her in her times of heartbreak, in times of need, in times of hell. I don’t care if she’s mine or not.

I’ve known her long enough and yes we have had our ups and downs but we need to be close again. We can face this James guy. Save Madison..erm..Gabriella.

I don’t even care if I’m a target for a murder, this newfound information is tearing me alive. Not again, I can’t handle this!

“Why?!” I cried my voice cracking. She tricked me, held onto this secret, and I have to find out like this?

Why, Morg?

This is physically hurting me.

Just like I know it’s doing to you.

*Morgan’s POV*

I barely slept last night. After giving Harry all that information, I couldn’t help but feel guilty. His mind was already clouded with worrying about my well being. Now he knows he’s in danger and so am I.

My stomach is healing quite well; the doctor let me know early this morning as he redressed the wounds with clean, white bandages.

But my hand…he claimed that it’s getting infected. That hit me hard. I’m a writer. I need my hand to write, type, etc.

The thought of not writing hurts me. I express myself that way. I get my feelings out that way. Writing is my escape. It keeps me from going crazy and doing bad things.

I threw my head back onto the cool pillow, shaking my blonde hair out. Not that I could actually call it a pillow, it’s so hard it’s more like cardboard.

“Morgan. Kole.”  A deep, angry voice cut through the air that had grown tense quickly.

There stood Harry with his face flushed, eyes red, and hair a mess.

“What happened to you?’ I said in a curious, non-rude tone.

“Me? ME?” he laughed like a maniac.

It was a tad creepy.

I nodded my head, hesitantly looking into his blood shot eyes. I’m guessing he didn’t get a lot of sleep last night either.

“Mental therapy? Eating disorder? Any of that ring a bell Morgie Porgie?” Harry exclaimed.

My eyes bulged and my face instantly paled.

He knows.

“Look, Harry, it’s not what it sounds like-“

He shook his head to silence me. “I get it. You hate me so much and know how much I love you and want to torture me by harming yourself. I get it.”

“Y-you love me?!” I shrieked.

“Oh my god! Yes! Have you not noticed how much I care for you?!”

“Well if you ‘cared’ so much, then you would know about all the personal problems I have been going through!”

His mouth opened then closed. He wanted to say something. I know it.

“Well I don’t know anything! You deny everything to Dr. Parker and you lie to me! So how would I know anything?” The curly haired boy glowered.

“Dr. Parker? He called you?” I was beyond mad, and shocked. That stupid doctor I just—

“Yes! I get home from this place last night,” Harry started, while gesturing with his hands for emphasis. “And I get a call from the doctor. ‘Harry Styles, This is Dr. Parker, regarding Morgan Kole’s health. She has been found to have lack of nutrition in her body and from tests we have found that she has been forcing herself to throw up the little food she has consumed the past few weeks.’ And I didn’t believe him! I said ‘Oh no sir. She has had a stomach virus for the past few weeks. You must be mistaken.’ God, I sounded like such an idiot defending you! But now I pieced it all together! Ha! You little-“

I sighed deeply and he shut up. “I’m sorry.” My voice came out small and wavered slightly.

“It’s just that everyone thinks so highly of you now that you’re here. I’m no longer the bell of the ball. You know my self esteem is low, and I also hated you. So everyone took they’re time talking about how cute and sweet you were instead of talking about my new outfit or hairstyle. I was upset and still getting over the whole party incident.”

Harry’s forest green eyes softened slightly and I knew I was chipping away at the ice.

“And-and, I really, really wanted to tell you last night but I brought up Gabby’s gang and everything and it got my mind off it. I’m sorry ok? My life is just spiraling out of control. Look, here’s the note I was supposed to give you.” I picked up the piece of paper from under my pile of magazines and sat up to give it to my stepbrother.

His hands shook as he read the note. When he was done reading it, he dropped it to the floor and shuffled over to my bedside. His long arms and big hands draped themselves over my frail body. “I’m sorry Morgan. I shouldn’t have said those things. I’m sorry, so sorry. I just freaked.”

“It’s fine.” I mumbled into his shoulder pushing him off me.

I honestly wasn’t upset, I’ve heard worse. He didn’t mean it and he was right. What’s done is done.

“We’re going to get past this.” Harry said with a soft, crooked smile.

“I know.”

A/N:

awz happy ending to dis chappie eeeehehehe

No excuses I am horrible for not updating but hey school is kicking my butt right now. (oops that was an excuse)

-my worst subjects are Spanish and English. Go figure-

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