Don't Let Me Go

Chapter 9 Lies

*Ella's P.O.V.*

As He told me that his name was Harry Styles and I wanted to cry. This can't be him not my Harry.

"What?" I said quietly 

"What do you mean what? My name is Harry Styles end of story." He said as he proceeded to be on his phone

No I said quietly under my breath and I hid my face in my hands and began to think to myself once more. He's dead this can't be Harry plus he'd never be this kind of person if it were to be him. Maybe If I ask him some questions that only my Harry would know ill get my answer.

"Who's Jared?" I ask Hesitantly

He stopped everything he was doing and only his eyes moved to look at me.

"What did you just say?" He said

"You heard me. Who is Jared?" I say once more

"How do you know that name?"

"I know things."

"I'm serious! Why did you just ask me that?" He said standing up

"Is your middle name Edward?" I ask

"Stop it why are you asking me this?!"

"Who's Anne and Gemma?"

"I said stop it!" He said grabbing my shoulders

"Why? Who's Ella? Why do you have that scar on your forearm?" I continued to ask question

"That is enough!" Harry yelled as he pulled me close to his face 

As he was right in front of my face I looked into his eyes and studied his face. The first time I saw him it was dark and his eyes were black. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, he really did look just like him but his eyes were very different. There was no story and no emotion in them. I'm shocked, is this my Harry?

" Hello, why did you ask me all of that?!" Harry said shaking me to get my attention

After a long silence I finally managed to say a single sentence.

"It's you isn't it.It really is you." I said as my voice cracked

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

"It's you Harry. My Harry."

"You better start talking about how you know all that now!"

"Harry it's me. Ella, Ella Esme."

"You're a liar she's dead." He said backing away

"Oh really? How do you explain all the questions I just asked you? How did I know all that? You are Harry Edward Styles. Your mother is Anne and your sister is named Gemma. Your step father is named Jared and your real dad died when you were only two years old and that's when you moved to America from England. We met in school because you were the only boy in dance class with your older sister. You have a scar on your forearm because you fell off of a tree when we were kids and cut open your arm. You love to paint and sing and you were my only friend. We spent every single day together and we were neighbors. It's me Harry I'm not dead."

There was a long silence and Harry began to tear up and storm out of the room. All I wanted to do was hug him and tell him everything that has happened in my life but he's changed so much I don't know what to expect out of him anymore. I love him and I missed him and now knowing that he's not dead makes me so happy, but time changes people and eight years feels more like a thousand.

*Harry's P.O.V.*

As I stormed out of the room I couldn't believe what I was hearing or seeing. I actually cried in front of her. I never cry in front of anyone because it's a sign of weakness and I am not weak. That's her, my best friend isn't dead like Brendon told me. He lied to me. I can't believe he fucking lied to me after all we've been through, and now she knows I'm an evil murderous monster. I need to talk to Brendon now! I grabbed my car keys and ran out the door of the house. Liam tried to stop me and ask what was wrong but I didn't stop for nothing.