Sparrows

Chapter 8

Louis P.O.V

As I talked to a few of my mates, slowly sipping my cool champagne, I moved my vision around the room, only to see Harry and my sister coming down the stairs from upstairs, laughing. What the fuck was he doing with my sister? I thought he went to the bathroom? I know I give Marine a hard time, her being kind of an embarrassment and super “feminismny” which drives all guys mad, but for some reason, I was very protective of her, I had a special place in my heart for her, but if anyone knew that it would ruin my reputation. She already hated me anyways; it’s easier to keep it that way.  

I swear to God though, if he lays a finger on Marine I will beat the living shit out of him. Harry is a good friend of mine; him being wildly popular like me at Columbia, and being friends with him also helps with business for mom and dad, but seeing him put a smile on my sister’s face pissed me off. Harry has always had a reputation with the ladies. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing; I’ve got a reputation just like his but if he were going to hookup with my sister, who is underage by the way, I would end him. As much as I hate to admit it, but I would never want my sister to date someone just like me, and the similarity between him and I was inevitable.   

I kept my eyes on the two from a distance, Marine had now waved to Harry, turning around and heading to Electra and Sage, who where waiting for her by the couch. This was the perfect time to go talk to Harry. I headed over, my face determined but yet nonchalant.

“Hey Harry, how was the bathroom?” I said seriously laughing, observing the people at the party, my head pointing forward. He knew what I meant.

“ It was fine” he replied blankly. He knew what I was talking about. The nerve he has to deny it.

“ You where in there for a long time, you feeling all right?” he then stared at me, his jaw clenched. I was ticking him off, good.

“ I am feeling fine, thanks though.” He faced me, sarcastically smiling and grabbing a glass of champagne off the waitress’s plate as she walked by us. He began to sip. The little bastard.

I walked closer to him, my knuckles in fists; it was taking a lot to not punch him right here. I then whispered

“ If you as much as touch her, I will fucking kill you.” He blankly responded to my threat, he immediately spoke,

“ It’s not like that, something happened to her, I helped her out, chill. She’s what, like 16? I do girls, but not that young.” He laughed, basically making me feel like a fool. But what happened to Marine, I instantly became involved into figuring out if she was ok.

“ What happened to Marine? Tell me right now, what did you do, I swear if you-“ I now clasped his dress shirt, trying to force an answer out of him. He then swatted my arms off of him, surprised at my anger.

“ Ask her yourself, it’s not my secret to tell.” What fucking secret? What the fuck was going on. I wish I never introduced them to each other.

Without regards to Harry, I scanned the room for my sister. I quickly spotted her by our tall balcony and went straight to her. I had to calm down and try not to accuse her of anything, because she’s so stubborn, and she won’t listen to me. I don’t want to cause a scene.