Found (Harry Styles) #Wattys2017

Chapter 61

Calliope's POV

I watched as my family sat together, along with Dakota, around one of the picnic tables in the school yard. As if the gym fiasco didn't just happen. That was Ethan's doing, for sure. He, like our dad had a knack for trying to keep the peace. It was almost disgusting, if I was being honest. I preferred chaos. Dallas and I always seemed to be at our best during chaos. At least, up until Dakota showed up. Her presence distorted pretty much everything. Chaos was now, Dallas's number one enemy, it seemed like. But, if I had to be honest, I couldn't pin all the blame on Dakota. 

Speaking honestly, Dallas began to be off her game since Harry came into the picture. He was the catalyst, I'd give him that, but Dakota was still to blame. I don't know how, but I know it's a fact.  

"Are you in time out?" I heard the mocking British voice call from my side.

I looked up, my eyes following as Harry to a seat beside me against the tree trunk. He smelled and looked clean, probably went to his dorm to take a shower while the Monroe's had their little meeting. 

"Self time out, I guess," I shrugged. "Why are you here? You weren't summoned?" I couldn't fathom why, if he was given the freedom, would he stay and watch.

"I'm waiting, wanna speak to your sister," he sighed, already knowing it was a hopeless cause. 

"You do realize, you broke her fucking heart, right? Like, you broke her, broke her. Why, in your right mind, do you keep thinking that she's going to- wait," I paused, realizing something myself. "Why am I even talking to you? You broke my sister's heart," I reminded myself out loud, punching his arm. Not that it was his fault that I'd forgotten. 

"Calli-"

"No, don't you dare, 'Calliope', me, right now. I get we had this thing because of Dakota impersonating Dallas, but it's over now and I'm not talking to you anymore," I began to get up, but he held be back. 

"Calliope, listen to me, let me expla-"

"Explain, what?" I was becoming irrationally upset. This wasn't my fight. It had nothing to do with me. "I walked in on my brothers, struggling to calm her down. She was literally having some kind of mental break down while you sauntered out of the house like she was nothing to you. She couldn't breathe, she- there are nail marks on wood of her bedroom floor because she couldn't breathe, Harry. And- and I know it isn't normal, but I saw the moment her scary ass, blue eyes went from that electric blue to plain old brown, like mine and everyone else's. Everyone thought she was just wearing her contacts, but I saw the moment they drained, Harry and it was your fault. I don't know what happened, but I hate you for it and, my sister raised me not to hate, anyone, so, that should tell you something." I tried to keep my emotions in check, but I had to sniff to keep fluid from leaving my body. 

"You don't hate me," he smiled softly, pretending what I said didn't bother him in the slightest, which was odd,considering the speech I just gave. "Like you said, your sister raised you. So, even if leaving your sister, killed her, you couldn't hate me. She didn't program you that way," he chuckled mockingly. 

"You realize I could literally tell her you tried to hurt me and she'd probably kill you, right?" He nodded and shrugged, still smiling. "Then, stop. You're getting on my nerves."

"Yet, you're still here," he pointed out. I closed the book in my lap to make my escape, but he stopped me, again. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry, okay? I just, I need to talk to your sister."

"Are you dumb? Did you just not hear what I told you?"

"I did and I'll be honest, I didn't know all of that. And I didn't saunter, Cal- I, I felt like, when I was walking out, I needed to run to keep myself from going back to her and tell her I was sorry and beg for forgiveness. I felt like, with each step, something was being plucked from me, like, I don't know, like, like, you know how when Dallas sometimes puts glue on her hands, holds them together and waits for them to dry up to a certain point where it's dry enough, but not completely dry an-"