Sister Styles

{24} I Am Harry Style's Sister

Practice finally finished with us memorizing the first minute of choreo. It was a lot harder than I thought it was going to be. Danny wasn't playing any games. Then again, neither does Miss Suzie but he was pressuring us non-stop. Also, his choreo definitely wasn't what I was used to. Like how I was dressed, I'm a ballerina, not some hip hop, jazzy type of dancer. I guess I'll have to find some time to work harder on the choreo by myself.

As I left the studio, I quickly just let Lou know that I had to make an important phone call before we could head back. Thankfully, she was understanding and let me. The whole rehearsal all I could think about was Bella's voicemail. All she said was that Payton was in an accident. No further details.

I dialed her number and let the phone ring until she picked up.

"Lilli!" She answered through the other end. "I'm so glad you finally called back, how is everything going? Have you talked to Harry yet?"

"It's a long story, Bella, and unfortunately I don't have a lot of time before my ride leaves so can you please explain to me what the heck your voicemail was about." I was worried, and Harry was the last thing I wanted to talk about right now. I'll call her later and give her details then, but for now, it can wait.

I heard a PA system turn on her end of the line, but it was too quiet to hear what it said. Where was she? "Lil, Payton was driving back home from dropping you off at the station and was in an accident. He broke a rib, his ankle, and has some slight short term memory loss. The last thing he remembers is leaving your mum's the night before. The doctors kept him here over night for watch, and I think their keeping him again tonight, but he should be released in the morning."

My heart stopped beating in my chest. Memory loss? He doesn't remember the kiss? I didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing. All this time I thought he was ignoring me because of it, thinking that he hated me. But now that he forgets, should I just pretend it never happened?

"Lil?" Bella piped up. I didn't even notice I wasn't saying anything.

"Wow, memory loss? That's pretty intense." I just flatly said. All the little Lilli's in my head were running in circles right now, trying to figure out what to do.

"Yeah, I feel so bad for him." She replied. "The hospital called his dad, and now he is on his way home from his business trip. When Payton woke up, he asked them to call your mum and then once she found out, she called me and we both got over here as fast as we could to be here for him until his dad gets back."

"Well, thank you for doing that." I appreciated. Then I remembered the voicemail I left for him last night. If he's heard it, he'll know that we kissed. "Does he have his phone on him by chance?"

Bella paused a moment. "No, the doctors took all his things off him in the ambulance and gave them to us to hold on to until he's released."

I blew a quiet sigh of relief. "Bells, can you do me a favour without asking any questions?"

"Sure, babe, what's up?"

"I need you to get into Payton's phone and delete the voicemail I sent him. I'll explain it to you later." I peered back over my shoulder to see if the car was still there. Lou was leaning against it with a cigarette in her mouth, waiting for me to finish. "I have to go now, I'll call you later tonight and tell you everything." And with that, I hung up.

I slid into the limo, thinking about what to do now. I couldn't stop telling myself that he doesn't remember it, but I do. And it's not something I can just get over. We've been best friends for years. We had feelings for one another, but that was a long time ago. And with all the hugging and small forehead kisses lately, I'm starting to think that maybe Payton really does have those feelings for me. But do I feel the same way?