Nacho Average One Direction Story

Revelations Part II

(A/N)

Please read the author's not at the end. It is important.

--Alphie--

Tuesday

HARRY STYLES POV

I had absolutely no idea what to do. My very best friend was sobbing in front of me and I didn't know what happened or how to comfort her.

"Lizz! What did I do?" I grabbed her elbows and tried to get a look at her face. She shook her head vehemently.

"It's nothing YOU did! It's all because of ME!" She shouted. "I hate myself! I hate that I couldn't tell you but Harry I was so afraid you would hate me too!"

"Nothing you did could ever make me love you any less, only more," I growled again.

"You don't understand," she said sadly, looking up for the first time.

I laid the all inclusive passes to the 2012 London Summer Olympics down on the counter and led her by her elbow to the living room. "Tell me everything," I commanded and she nodded.

"The only thing I ever actually lied to you about was never being out of the country."

"I'm not seeing the connection," I said slowly.

"I have been. I have been to China. For the summer Olympics there two years ago when I was 17."

"You only want to watch the Olympics once in your life?" I guessed lamely. It seemed like an overreaction to a simple issue if that was the case. It wasn't like her. Maybe she was PMSing. I do not know. To be honest I don't even know what PMS stands for. It's just, like, a thing people say.

She shook her head. "No, Harry. I didn't watch them. I was IN them."

My eyes widened in shock and then narrowed. "You would have told me. You are lying. You're delusional." I got up to leave and surprisingly she followed me to the front door of her house before taking my arm and yanking me up the stairs.

"Lizz, you're scaring me. You weren't in the Olympics. I'll get you the help you need. It will be okay."

She pulled a string from the ceiling and yanked down the staircase that led to the attic. She looked at me expectantly. I didn't move. "Up you go," she said in a patronizing tone and gestured to the stairs.

"No way in hell."

"I'm still Lizz and you're still Harry," she pointed out bitterly and walked up the stairs. I thought about making a run for it, but my curiosity got the better of me and I followed her into the attic. It was a few degrees colder than the rest of the house, but I couldn't completely convince myself that the shiver than ran through me was only from the temperature.

"Sit," she commanded and I sat on one of the many dusty cardboard boxes. "Not there!" She rolled her eyes and I put my hands up defensively. She laughed and pointed to two folding chairs laying on the ground next to the boxes. I set them both up and sat in one.

I had only been in her attic once. It was when the lads were here and Lizz climbed on the roof to command the crazier fans camped outside her house to leave. I remembered Niall asked what was in the four cardboard boxes and Lizz was really weird and kind of mean about it.

"Just listen to me. I'm going to tell you a story. It doesn't have a happy ending. But it is true down to the last bit." I nodded but didn't like where this was going. I had a uncomfortable knot settle into my stomach as I began to realize she was telling the truth about being in the Olympics.