Kiss of Death (Lirry/ Lilo AU)

Chapter Twelve

(A/N So like wow it's been forever since I updated this and I'm super sorry!!! I've had super bad writers block with this story and I'm still working on it so just stick with me pretty please!!! Thank you guys a ton!!! Xx)

“What?” Harry asks with his voice groggy, obviously just waking up.

 

“I said how do you know about my parents?”

 

“I told you before, Zayn…”

 

“I asked Louis about it Harry and there is nothing in my file about my family. At all.” I speak fast and Harry’s eyes go slightly wide.

 

“So what does that mean?”

 

“That’s why I’m here.” Harry steps to the side and lets me in. “I need you to tell me everything Zayn told you.” I take a seat on the sofa and he sits next to me.

 

“I don’t really remember to be honest with you.” Harry runs his fingers through his curls and I sigh.

 

“Nothing at all?”

 

“Why is this so important to you Liam?” He cocks his head to the side, and I search my brain for the right answer to give him.

 

“I just don’t want people knowing certain things about me.”

 

“Certain things or certain people?” Harry narrows his eyes and I groan.

 

“I really don’t feel like arguing with you. I’m tired…”

 

“I was tired as well before you came banging on my door and yelling at me.” Harry folds his arms against his chest and I close my eyes, trying to control my temper.

 

“I didn’t yell first off. And secondly I’m just trying to figure some things out.”

 

“Like what?”

 

“Like how you can remember nothing of what Zayn told you that night he broke into the school and yet you know specifically about my family and how they died in a fire. The same fire that is nowhere in my school files. It’s just… it doesn’t make any sense.” I run my hands over my face and Harry stands from the sofa.

 

“I don’t know ok? I just… I can’t remember.” He yelled before walking toward the kitchen.

 

I stand from the sofa and follow him. I watch as he searches his cabinet for something to eat. I chew the inside of my mouth waiting for him to speak first. I don’t really want to argue with Harry. I feel like nothing good ever comes from us arguing. And I don’t want him to be upset.