My Sister is Harry Styles's 'Girlfriend'

Chapter 32

(Louis's POV)

"We're here. Why do you need to be here?" I ask.

"Come on." She squeals and runs to the door.

As I go to the door, she grabs the key from under the mat and opens the door. She freezes inside, looking around. She slowly walks over to a bookshelf and smiles, looking at the photos and albums.

"Why did you leave those here?" I ask.

"Dad wanted to forget the two years we spent here." She says, pulling out an album.

"Why?"

"Could you close the door?"

"Sure." I close the door.

She then sits down on the ground and flips the pages in the album.

"You know the point of albums is to actually remember the moments captured, so you slowly look through, not skim." I say, sitting next to her.

"I'm looking for a specific photo." She says.

She then stops at a page and points at a photo. I only recognize her father and mother.

"That was on my birthday. This is Mum, Dad, Caleb, Jane, and Me."

"That's you?" I gasp.

"Yeah." She gulps.

"You were so cute."

She's silent, just staring at the picture. I then see a tear stream down her face.

"Hey... I didn't mean anything. You blossomed into a beautiful lady."

She then shudders before wrapping her arms around my waist, snuggling into me. My eyebrows furrow as I hold her close.

"Maria? What's wrong?" I ask softly.

I look at the picture. It's her parents in front of them three kids. Caleb on the right, a girl in the middle, Jane, and then Maria. Maria and Jane look quite similar. They're about the same height.

Maria then sits back up, wiping her tears.

"I'm sorry." She says.

"Don't ever be sorry. It's fine." I say then kiss her hand.

She sniffles before pointing at another photo. Just her and Jane.

"Jane... She... She was my twin." She says.

"Was? Twin?" I ask.

She then takes a deep breath.

"A couple of days after our birthday, we, Caleb, Jane, and I, were playing in the front lawn. Then, Dad came from work. Just as he reached the door, someone yelled from a car 'Anderson! That's for stealing my wife!' Then he... He-" she then starts crying again.

"Come here." I say and hug her tightly.

She hugs me very tightly and digs her nose into my neck, crying.

"He shot her... R-right in front of us." She sobs.

"Shh. It's ok. It's all going to be ok." I say, rubbing my hand up and down her back.

~*~

It's been a couple of hours. Now, we're sitting on her old bed, flipping through albums.

"Can I ask you a question?" I ask.

"Sure." She smiles.

"Why did you want to come here?"

"Because... When Mum knew we're going to Doncaster, she told me stories about you and I. Then, she told me that there was an album of just picture of us. It's here. I wanted to get it."