Secret Sister

Chapter Forty-Eight

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Chapter Forty-Eight

I ate slower than ever, each tiny bite was chewed exactly twelve times before swallowing, then the next piece was cut, I counted to twelve and swallowed again. 

Harry knew what I was doing but Louis just looked at me with worry, “Are you feeling well?” He subtly asked when I finished my first pancake that took ten minutes to eat. 

I nodded, “Of course” I nodded, “Just savouring the taste” I lied. 

“There’s more up there, you don’t have to eat so slowly” Harry pestered after my second pancake. I nibbled at the bacon, it was almost torturous for me to pace myself and not scoff the full meal. 

“I know” I nodded. 

Louis was onto his third serving as I began my third pancake and Harry sat patiently at the table, a clear plate in front of him. “I’ll be in my room, come let me know when you’re done” Harry told me and I nodded my head, my shoulders tensing. 

“I’m going to talk to the others today about the interview if you’re still into the idea” Louis spoke up, breaking the silence Harry had left lingering after his departure. 

“Oh, okay” I nodded, my pancake was cold and mentally cursed myself. “Do you think they’d like to?” If I kept up conversation then it would take longer to eat. 

“They probably will, if you feel comfortable then we will” He smiled. 

But I don’t feel comfortable. I wanted to tell him, I want to run away from everything, but I was under house arrest until my arm was better and I was able to leave my chair. Therefore, I couldn’t run anywhere. 

Louis too my silence as an answer, “You know if you’re not comfortable you can tell me, I’d be more than happy to tell mum” He tried to get the answer out of me. 

“No, its fine” I gave him a faux smile, “I’d like to do it” 

“Good” Louis stood, his plate now clear and patted my head, I ducked from his touch with a playful glare that he returned with a chuckle, “I’ll see you later then, I’ll be home in less than an hour” He promised. 

I said my goodbye and Louis left, my plate in his hand, “Bye Harry!” He yelled from the kitchen as he dropped plates into the sink and Harry returned it with a muffled ‘Bye’ from his room. 

I took a deep breath and rolled my chair from the table, “Harry” I called out, “Can you come to the lounge?” I asked. I managed to move myself from my chair to the couch and propped my foot on the table when Harry arrived. 

“Is Louis gone?” He checked and I nodded.

“He left about five minutes ago” I answered. “You wanted to talk?” 

Harry nodded sitting on the couch at the other end, as far from me as possible, “What happened yesterday?” He finally asked after a moments silence.