The mix of different directions...

3: Just call...

Hey guys x Most of this chappie will be in Harry's POV or Louis.... I dunno. anyways ENJOY!!! xxx !!! Sox it's so short

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Harry's POV

I kissed her forehead lightly and could tell she still wasn't 100% sure if I was telling the truth or not.

" Don't worry Louis will get over it." I promised.

I forced myself to let go of her and leave the room. It killed me to watch Louis talk to his mother like that and how he just won't except that she was his sister. Its obvious that she is though.

I jumped into the car and before I had even shut the door Louis drove off down the street.

"What took you so long!" Louis screamed, his gaze still concentrated on the road.

" I umm got her number so you..." he cut me off mid sentence.

" YOU WHAT! She's my FREAKIN SISTER! You don't even know her and your already hitting on her! My sister Harry, my sister!" He yelled, his grip tightening on the steering wheel making hiss knuckles turn white.

"Ohh right like you even care! you can't even accept that shes your sister!"

"Ohh right so that explains why you held her in your arms, stop her from leaving, chose to be with her over me?" Louis asked through clenched teeth.

she's so beautiful even a bat could see that. and right now I'm craving for her warmth right now. Her long dark blonde hair fell down her back in perfect waves and those stunning teal colored eyes. She could pass for being an angel.

" That's what I thought." Louis voice was low and strong.

" Mate do you want me to drive?" Liam asked worriedly.

"No." Louis snapped.

The rest of the drive was in awkward silence. Ohh how I wished Aná was in my arms, her head tucked into my chest and her tanned sleek body pressed against mine. Moulded together perfectly.

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Louis POV

1 week later

I sat in the cool dark room drinking all my problems away. I couldn't believe that after 22 years of being an only child I now have a younger sister.

I was more pissed off at myself than at Mum or Aná... Or Harry, actually No. I'm extremely pissed off at Harry, as soon as he meets my sister he's crushing on her. Trying to charm her and win her heart.

But he's not getting her because I know he'll just use her then break her heart.

The anger inside of me began to boil and I watched as a bottle went flying across the room and smashing onto the wall, shattering into hundreds of little pieces.

'Knock' 'knock'

The door slowly widened showing a young pain in my ass, freakin horrible sister kissing, ex-best friend, dick face: named 'Harry Styles.'

" Hey." Harry Greeted cautiously

"What." I asked. My voice was gruff. I didn't mean it to be but I sounded like I hadn't had a glass of water in days.

" You've barely come out of your room all week." Harry stated like I didn't know. " Are you ok?" Harry already knew the answer, pretty dumb question if you ask me.

" why would you ask a question you already know the answer to?" I responded

" I think it's time you call her." I knew who he meant. It was obvious. I sat up and glared at him.

"No." I argued. He just stared at me and pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. On it was a number scribbled down. I took it from his hands looking at him then with a cold look. I ripped it in half then in half again and threw it at him. I would not call her. I didn't need to call.

He grabbed the four pieces and placed them on the table beside my bed.

" Just think about it, she's might not be that bad." Then he left. He turned around and walked out shutting the door behind him.

Starring at the paper on my bedside table, then back at the door.

I grabbed the paper and looked at them sadly already regretting tearing up the only way I had of contacting my sister.

I stared at the papers for a moment as the curiosity rose in me. I looked over at my phone thinking it over. It's been a week and she's all I can think about. Maybe if I meet her then I can stop, maybe I could even get to know her.

Looking back at the ripped paper I began trying to fit the pieces together. Which took a while, I was never good at puzzles. I looked at the number that was now put together and grabbed my phone not having the patience to wait until morning. I ignored the numerous missed calls from everyone and dialled the number pressing call instantly.

It was only when I heard the ringing I realised what I was doing.

It rang four times before there was an answer.

" Hello?" A girl answered.

" Hey Aná, it's Louis."

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A.N

Hey hey girlys (or boys) just a bit of a cliff hanger. Hehe. Hope you like it soooo far xx. Stay tuned .......