The return

Chapter 2 : Ignored

A/N ( the picture above is who I picture lola to look like , hope you enjoy)

Harry

As the voice drew nearer, the owner came into view. It couldn't be? She hasn't returned. I would've known; wouldn't I? The owner of the voice halted in front of me. The voice belonged to my sister.

"Lola?" . She froze staring right at me. Memories of the day she left flew into my mind bringing tears to the corner of my eyes. She looks different, more mature and grownup. Gone were the pink tops and heels in with the eyeliner and Dr. Martens. I liked it. No words escaped my lips as my speech jumbled in my head. With out thinking I blurted out,

"What are you doing here?". That was clearly the wrong thing to say as hatred flashed in front of her eyes, she clenched her fists in anger before storming off in the opposite direction. I attempted to go after her,

"Lola wait, I'm sorry please come back," but her friend pushed me back down to the floor glaring at me so forcefully that if looks could kill I'd be six feet under.

"No, leave her , haven't you done enough to her already just let her be harry!".

She obviously knew who I was so I scanned her face trying to figure out who she was. Her purble died hair and pierced eyebrows were not familiar to me. But there was something about her blue eyes that I recognised. Then it dawned on me this was Claire , lola's best friend. I had known Claire for a very long time ever since she became friends with lola back in primary school. She was someone you wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of, so my position right now wasn't great. I knew I wouldn't win the fight so I unwillingly sat back down.

"Why won't she talk to me it's been 2 years, 2 whole years , it doesn't take that long to forgive someone, "my voice sounded like the wining voice of a child when they wouldn't get there way. Claire laughed mockingly,

"forgiveness is given to those who deserve it , not to those who don't even try to earn it".

My face fell in embarrassment at her true words. My eyes turned to the floor; not wanting to feel her judgmental gaze. Now I think about it I hadn't even bothered or tried to get in contact with her. As if reading my thoughts Claire speaks out,

"not even a call or text from her own brother how do you think that made her feel harry" she shouts the next bit,

"HOW DO YOU THINK SHE FEELS, WAITING FOR TWO YEARS FOR SOME KIND OF APOLOGY BUT GETTING NONE" by now her fingernails were digging into my shoulder so hard that I let out a yelp of pain. The tears were back now flooding my eyes threatening to spill over, in defeat I let them fall sliding down my crimson cheeks. Claire released my shoulder, she always had a soft spot for someone crying no matter how much she hated them. She took a step back signalling to the rest of the girls to leave.

Once they had all left she bent down to my ear and wispered,

"try harder to earn her forgiveness and she might just grant it , but hurt her even more and I won't just make you cry!" And with that she left walking in the direction the others left in. I looked behind me to see if any of the boys had seen or heard what had just happened, I let out a sigh of relief to find no one there. To engrossed in the game they probably hadn't even realised I wasn't there.

Happy birthday to me I thought grimly.

Once I had regained self control I stood up heading to the exit to wait for the boys to finish. As I entered the back room to return my equipment I came face to face with 8 annoyed expressions.

"Harry , where was you, you can't just leave like that, we were worried" concern filled liams voice. I couldn't hold it in , I'm such an emotional person and the boys faces had such worry and concern implanted on them that I just broke down. Tears flooded my eyes for the third time today as liams arms wrapped around my shoulders.

" Harry what's wrong, what happened".

After a few minutes of crying into his chest I plucked up the courage to recall the event of my sister returning and ignoring me.