The Brother I Never Expected: A One Direction Fanfic

Chapter 9

*********************Louis P.O.V**********************

Id ben sitting in my bedroom for about 2 days now, fighting with myself in my brain.

Just break up with Jess already!

But I cant! I love her!

But you love Leah more.

I know! But i promised Jess that I would be with her, and a promise is a promise.

You dont love Jess anymore, you love Leah. She needs you.

I dont want to break anyone elses heart!

Well, you already broke Leah's.

Oh shut up!

I was starting to think that I was mental. I hated myself for what I did to Leah. I was right, I dont like Jess anymore. I mean, I did totally forget about her! Why was this so hard?! Just break up with Jess and be with who you belong with! Be with the person you truely love!

Someone knocked on the door then.

" Come in." I say, my voice barely there. It was Hazza. He would tell me what I should do. 

" Hey boo bear." he says, sitting next to me.

" Hey Haz."

" You still upset?"

" Yeah. I hate myself for what I did. Have you talked to her lately?"

" No. I havnt seen her since the night  you broke it off. Maggie says shes ben focusing on school."

I raise an eyebrow at him. " Maggie eh?"

A cheeky grin goes across his face. " Yeah."

" Well, at least you arent lonely." I say, smiling sadly. He rubs my shoulders.

" Awh, dont worry boo! Everything will work out." he says, heading toward the door.

" Hazza wait!" he stops at the door.

" Yes?"

" What should I do? Stay with Jess, or break up with her and go back to Leah?"

" Just follow your heart." He says and winks at me.

Follow my heart? I never considered that one.....

***********************Leah's P.O.V*********************************

Focusing on school was not working out for me. My mind would always drift off, thinking about One Direction. I was heartbroken. I was pretty sure I was failing my classes, and I was always the top of my class! I was a hot mess.

My professer dismissed us and I get up to gather my things.

" Miss Payne, may I see you for a moment?" I look up at my professer, who was looking at me over his glasses. I nod and follow him up to his desk.

" Are you okay? You havent really ben focusing on your work." he asks

" Yes. I am okay."

" Thats good to hear. How are your short stories coming along?"

" They're great actually." I say smiling. Daydreaming at home being miserable really helps spark some ideas.

" May I see one?" I nod and nervously hand him a typed up story that I did.

He sits silently and reads over my 3 page story. He would nod at some parts, looking like he was in deep thought. I hated when people read my work, but I had to get used to it sometime. Finally after about 5 mins, he handed me back the papers and looked at me seriously. I was scared about what he was about to say.