My Sister, Taylor Swift

The confrontations

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I am so sorry i didn't update last night my laptop was taken away from me!! Best comment gets a dedication!

Love you all

Lorna xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Lottie's POV

I stayed at Shannon and Eleanor's room well mostly Shannon's now as Eleanor has stayed in Louis's room the past 2 nights. Lorna was with us as she didn't want to sleep in Jessie's room as she was telling us about what happened with Niall. I felt sorry for her and Shannon even told her to ditch us and blame Shannon for what everyone thought she did but Lorna refused saying she wouldn't do that.

"Why didn't you stay in your room again last night I thought you were happy with your arrangements?" Lorna asked in the morning. We were all sitting in Shannon's living room drinking coffee.

"I wanted to stay with Shannon tonight," I said.

"And Harry and Taylor were going at it on the couch when she walked in," Shannon said. Should I tell her or not? I mean she has stood beside me and I shouldn't keep a secret from the only other person in our now small group of friends.

"Shannon i got to tell you something," I said glancing at Lorna and she looked back understanding what I was about to tell.

"Yes?" Shannon answered.

"WellmeandHarryhavebeenkindainarelationship," I mumbled hoping she wouldn't be mad at me for keeping a secret.

"OMG! I called it! I knew it!" Shannon yelled jumping up. Somehow she managed to understand that.

"So you're not mad that I didn't tell you?" I asked.

"Of course not I can't believe this!" Shannon squealed hugging me, "Did Lorna know?"

"Well she kinda walked into us," I answered going red.

"Oh is that why you looked so bothered by what Taylor and Harry were doing I thought if it was a crush you wouldn't look that devastated!" shannon said hugging me again.

"Well you know what I think we should do?" Lorna said.

"What?" Shannon asked.

"Go and confront our men!" Lorna said standing up.

"I don't think Olly will want to see me and listen he'll slam the door in my face and I am not sure what hotel Olly is in," Shannon said sounding unsure.

"I think it's a good idea to tell him a peice of your mind!" I agreed.

"And I know the hotel is the one you go straight down the street and it's the one straight infront of you the whole time you can't miss it! Let's go!" Lorna said and Shannon had no choice but to follow. 

Lorna let herself in to Niall's suite and we went down in the lift. I was praying taylor wouldn't be still there. I went towards Harry and I's suite while Shannon carried on going down to the lobby.

I let myself in thankful there was no one making out on the sofa again and went into Harry's bedroom where he was curled up sleeping naked as usual and Taylor wasn't there.

"harold!" I yelled hitting him with a pillow to wake up.

"Uhh my head!" he groaned. Looked like he had a hangover serves him right.

"So what were you doing last night?" I asked casually.

"Well I don't really remember," he answered rubbing his head.

"What was the last thing you remember?" I asked.

"Oh shit! I remember Taylor convincing me to go to this club and I didn't want to make it look suspicious and I didn't plan on sleeping with her," Harry said finally, "Did I sleep with her?"

"So what did you do at the club?" I asked.

"Can you stop questioning me until my headache goes away?" Harry grumped.

"Harry you promised you wouldn't sleep with her," I said.

"Well it's kind of hard not making it obvious while drunk," Harry said as if it was the hardest thing he would ever do in his life.

"Why don't you just dump her?" I asked "why do you have to cheat on her?"

"Because I can't management need us together for the rest of the tour," Harry said.

"Well screw management!" I yelled.

"I can't and shhh!" he said giving me a slight push.

"Well then Harry you got to choose me or her?" I said.

"I have to be with her because of management!" Harry yelled.

"It's your life Harry you choose!" I said exasperated.

"I can't Lottie," Harry said turning over.

"Well then," I said marching out the room.

Lorna's POV

I walked in to Niall's suite ready to tell him exactly what was on my mind. I walked in and stomped off to his bedroom where I heard him talking. I walked in and Zayn was in there too.

"Would you excuse us for 10 minutes?" I asked Zayn polietly.

"I will be out there if you need anything," Zayn said to Niall before walking out. I silently thanked him for it.

"Lorna look I am sorry I broke up with you I really didn't mean it. Please can we be together again?" Niall asked looking up at me with tears in his eyes.

"Niall they are my friends and they mean the world to me as you do but I am sorry but if you make me choose between you and my friends I am always going to choose my friends," I said.

"Ok that's fine I won't make you choose again I am sorry. I am sorry about what I said about Shannon and I am sorry I don't trust her but I will try," Niall said tears started streaming down both of our faces and we hugged. Niall drew his face back to kiss me. Our tears came together sliding down our faces not knowing whose was whose. I pulled away and we both lay on Niall's bed cuddling and talking.

Shannon's POV

To say I am scared is an understatement. My legs felt like jelly as I dragged them to Olly's hotel I knew I couldn't go back as Lorna has this thing about knowing when you are lying! I dragged my feet through the lobby and went up to the desk.

"I am here to see Olly Murs," I said. She typed away on her laptop.

"Sorry he isn't expecting any visitors," she said.

"I know I came to surprise him," I said.

"Sorry you can't," she said turning away from me to some paperwork. Yes! I can prolong this visit and Lorna can't complain I didn't try to convince her. I thought I was free and was walking out the hotel when the woman at the desk called.

"Wait are you Shannon Blackie?" she asked.

"Ehh yes," I said wondering where she was going with this.

"So you decided to come crawling back after what you did?" she demanded.

"I came to apologise for something I never even did," I retorted.

"Hah sweetie you carry on telling yourself that but there was something called a picture," she said.

"Well it was photoshopped," I argued.

"If you're going to be a slut why not admit it so then more boys might come and want sex off of you! You know that's what you wanted to get yourself well known so you could have more better choices of men because what guy thats not drunk off his ass would want to go home with a person with a face like that?" she said laughing cruelly. I ran out the building trying to keep the tears in but they kept flooding down my face.