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eleven

Bailey's POV

"It's my brother." I said in disbelief.

"Answer it!" Harry's expression changed.

"It's probably just a butt dial."

"You never know, Bailey." He said.

"Fine." I whispered, pressing the Pick Up button.

"Hello?" I said.

"Bailey? Bailey is that you? It's me. Josh."

"Y-yeah it's me." I answered, sitting down on the couch.

"Listen I really need to talk to you. I'm in London now. Please meet me somewhere tonight?" He asked.

"Why?" I asked.

"Please, it's really important. I'm begging you, please." He started crying.

"Josh, is everything okay?"

"No, just please meet me."

"Okay. Where."

"At the park by North Street?"

"Okay, I'll see you there at seven. Bye." I said.

"Love you." He said before hanging up, leaving me even more confused.

"Well what'd he say?" Harry said, grinning at me.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I breathed out.

"What do you mean?" He said frowning.

"You were all mean and stuff before and suddenly you're back to normal."

He shrugged and said, "So, what'd he say?"

"He wants to meet me tonight. He said it's important." I said, sitting at the counter across from where he was standing.

"Harry?" I whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Please promise me that whatever happens you'll always be my friend and you won't have times like now when you're a jerk?" I hesitantly whispered.

He smiled, "Of course, Bailey."

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I walked through the park and looked around for Josh. I was dressed in a dress now, because I wanted to look nice for the first time I've seen Josh in years.

"Bailey? Is that you?" I heard a familiar but deeper voice say from behind me.

"Josh?" I swiveled around to face him, my face instantly lighting up.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a hug. "I missed you sis."

I giggled, "I missed you too bro." I smiled at the names we had for each other before age ten. Otherwise known as before the age when my parents started worshiping my brother.

"What are you doing here in London?" I asked.

"I came to talk to you."

"You flew all the way here to talk to me?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's really important."

"Okay, well talk."

"No, let's talk a little first. Then get to it." He suggested.

"Sure." I smiled, guiding him to a fountain to sit down by.

"So, you've kept the accent, huh?" Josh said.

"Yeah, I can't believe you got rid of it already." I smiled.

"Well, I like an American accent on me better then british. It's hotter." He smirked.

"All of the girls at school would beg to differ." I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, about that Bailey. I'm so sorry. I didn't even realize the way mom and dad were treating you. I would've stopped it if I did. I was too caught up in myself to notice. I'm sorry, and so is mom." He said, tears filling his eyes.

"Josh, why are you crying?"

"Mom is really sick. And the doctors say she doesn't have much time left."

I was in shock, but I tried to keep the conversation going, "How long has she been sick?"

"A year."

"And no one told me?"

"Dad didn't let us. I don't know why Bailey. But he finally has and..." He trailed off, looking at me hopefully.

"She wants to see you. She has something to tell you."