Pink, Purple and Blue (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 10

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Annnnnyyyyway here's chapter 10. with shit happening :) I really like the next one, 11, though, can't wait for you to read it! 

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Chap 10

Okay before you ask, (‘cause I know you’re gonna assume it!), no we didn’t end up having sex. (What? I don’t sleep after the first date!). We just got home, our fingers tangled.

So the very next day, I woke up on the right foot. I was almost bouncing around happily.

I couldn’t have been in a better mood.

But that was before I opened the TV.

“SHIT!” I yelled. “FUCK! CÂLISS D’ÉPAIS DE TARBARNAK DE GROS CAVE!” (Literally just some swearing… there isn’t really a translation there. Maybe like “fucking dumbass of a fucking stupid idiot!”? Well not exactly but you get the point.)

I harshly took my purse, throwing away everything between me and my phone.

It was so fucking simple! How the fucking hell did he fucking manage that?!

“Hey what’s wro-whoa hey!”

I assumed I almost hit him with something but I couldn’t care less, especially when I finally reached my phone. Three missed calls from an unknown number. From Québec. Goddammit!

“SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!” I yelled as I called back. I tried to calm down before I talked.

“Police de Montréal, comment est-ce que je peux vous aider?”  (“Montreal Police, how may I help you?”)

“Je suis Kathleen Couture, la sœur de William Couture.” (“I’m Kathleen Couture, William Couture’s sister.”)

“Je suis désolée mademoiselle, mais je ne peux pas vous permettre de lui parler pour l’instant.” (“I’m sorry miss, but I can’t let you talk to him for now.”)

Shit, shit, shit! Stay calm Kath, stay calm. You can get him out of this.

“Est-ce que je peux au moins connaître les charges contre lui?” (“May I at least know the charges against him?”)

The news was quite evasive on this point.

“Vol d’information par le biais d’internet, piratage, usurpation d’identité…” (“Information stealing with internet, hacking, impersonation…”) She continued for some time before I cut her off.

“D’où viennent toutes ces accusations-là?” (“Where do these charges come from?”)

“On aurait des preuves selon lesquelles il pourrait être Cassiopée.” (“We have some evidence he might be Cassiopée.”)

There, I was dumbfounded.

Stunned.

Shocked.

Paralysed.

Okay I think you get the idea.

“QUOI?! Mais c’est même pas lui! Il est nuls avec les ordis!” (“WHAT?! But it’s not even him! He sucks with computers!”)

She said that there was nothing I could do about it, that she knew I was in shock and blah, blah, blah. I hung up on her and let myself fall on the couch.

 “What is happening Love?” Harry spoke up.

I had almost forgotten he was there.

“My brother’s in deep shit,” I whispered. “My brother’s in deep shit because of me.”

I suddenly got up and ran to my room. I had to fix this. How on Earth could I fix this?

Two strong arms caught me.

“What do you mean?”

“He’s been arrested Pooh! ARRESTED! Because of me! OF ME!” I yelled like a mad woman.

“It’s gonna be okay Love. It can’t be that bad.”

“YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND! THEY THINK HE’S CASSIOPÉE BECAUSE HE’S DAMN TOO IDIOT TO FOLLOW MY FUCKING SIMPLE INSTRUCTIONS!” I broke down in tears.

“It’s gonna be alright. Cassiopée will soon make another fiasco and he’ll be released. Unless he’s Cassiopée, is he?”

“NO!” I yelled. I was out of me, so angry at myself that I couldn’t stop. “THEY ONLY BELIEVE THAT BECAUSE HIS STYLE IS A CRAPY COPY OF MINE!” I regretted those words the second they left my lips. My hand covered my mouth right away and my eyes widened.

“Wh-what?” His hold around me fell. His eyes went wider than mine as realisation hit him. “You – you are...”

I simply nodded and a tear came down my face as he took a step away. And another.

“Whoa.” And another. “I think I just...” and another. “Gotta let this sink in, okay?”

And he literally ran away. Like, out of my apartment.

I fell on the floor, crying. Of course he lets me down, why would he stay? Because he ‘likes’ me? He has no reason to stay with someone researched worldwide. I threw away the first thing that came under my hand. I heard a big crash.

I took my face in my hands, sobbing even harder. That was exactly why I didn’t want to tell anybody. Because they would leave me and I would end up alone.

Alone.

No, not alone.

I’d never be completely alone.

I’d always have Will.

And now he needed me.

I had two choices. One: erasing all the evidence they had. Two: Making a big outburst as Cassiopée so the blame couldn’t go down on him. But I was afraid they would just assume Cassiopée was a bunch of people if I took the latter so I took the first one, keeping the other one as a backup.

I traced Wills computer with his facebook account. And it was too easy. He had gotten caught because my stupid brother didn’t even put some protection up. At all. I erased everything related far of near to hacking. I also erased everything in the computer that he had hacked, and also in the computer that had found him, which was a bit more complicated to find (okay, it took me five minutes to retrace it, but anyway). I wasn’t surprised because it was some government computer. But it was still so basic to me.

It didn’t take me so long, only an hour or so.

Now, they can’t keep him in. They had nothing on him.

He was innocent until they had a proof he was not. And they didn’t have any anymore, did they?

I could relax now.

***

The rest of the day was full of rainbows and happiness because I had solved Will’s problem.

Absolutely.

Completely.

Utterly.

Okay who am I kidding?

I couldn’t stop thinking about Harry, how he just left. And he still wasn’t back. He hadn’t called. He hadn’t texted.

It had been hours now.

Seconds like minutes, minutes like hours, hours like hell.

In short, I was in a horrible state.

So I did what I always did after a heartbreak (well normally it’s after a few days after but whatever).

I went clubbing.