The return

Chapter 3: The Argument

Lola

~flashback (2 years) ~

I was getting ready for a party with my friend Claire. We had chosen the best party outfits for tonight and couldn't wait to show them off. I had on a skimpy white dress with rinestone straps, (that totally showed of my curves) as well as some 5 inch heels that were awful to walk in but looked great. Claire had on an over the shoulder candy floss pink dress that only went halfway down her thighs,  she paired them with 3 inch heels, as she was tall enough already. We had curled each other's hair to perfection and added some makeup to our flushed with excitement faces. After spraying ourselves with some perfume we studied ourselves in my floor length mirror.

"We look hot" I spoke.

"to trot" Claire finished. We started giggling at our maturity. After taking a quick few selfies,  we carefully headed downstairs trying to not trip from the height of our heels.

As we entered the living room , I spotted my brother sitting on the sofa playing fifa with his best mate louis tomlinson. As soon as we entered the room louis eyes looked us up and down with his mouth hanging wide open in shock. Harry was too engrossed in the game to realise louis wasn't playing so when I shouted, "Harry can you take us to the party now!", he jumped back in fright. Gently placing the controller down he turned to face us, his smile disappearing from his face when he took in what we were wearing.

"does it look okay?" I asked cautiously.

Louis nodded his head furiously ; lost for words. We giggled at his actions. We stopped laughing abruptly when we saw harry's face had a newly formed scowl implanted on it. With one intense glare at louis and punch on the arm , he continued to frown at us. What was his problem?

"What is it now harry? Can you take us to the party were going to be late as it is, I don't want to be any later?"

His frown deepend as he spoke, "I am not taking you to a party dressed like that".

"Dressed like what harry, this is my new dress don't you like it?"

"Like it", he scowled, "you look like a bloody...".

"A what harry , what am I dressed like", I questioned.

"You know what I'm talking about lola don't act dumb!"

"No harry I have no clue what you are talking about", I knew exactly what he was talking about, so the anger started to bubble inside me.

"LIKE A PROSTITUTE LOLA, LIKE A FREAKING WHORE", he screamed.

The shock must of shown in my face, for his expression softened a small bit.

"How dare you harry , how bloody dare you call me that!" I spat.

"I didn't call you one, I only said you were dressed like one, there's a difference Lola"

I shook my head at him,

"No harry there's not" I spoke not looking him in the eye.

"Go and get changed Lola, I'm not having my younger sister attracting the wrong males who only want you for sex".

I gasped, "I'm not changing you can't tell me what to do, I'm not young anymore harry I need to grow up".

Harry's face got redder and redder with anger, "go upstairs and change at once or I'm not taking you, your only 16 but god knows you've probably lost your virginity by now anyway".

My mouth fell open in shock at his words, "Maybe I have lost my virginity, but it's none off your business,  if I want to I will shack up with  a boy tonight and you can't do anything about it". My own anger showing through.

"I should've known you was a slut, with the way you dress and how you have a new boyfriend or should I say fuck buddy everyweek", he seethed.

I couldn't believe my own brother would think I would do this, yes I've had many boyfriends but that's because they break up with me, for not wanting to have sex with them. Yes I'm a virgin, but harry doesn't need to know that.

"I can't believe you actually said that too me , what kind of brother are you?"

" a brother who doesn't want his younger sister knocked up before she's even left school and at the rate your going it won't be too far away" he hurtfuly retorted. I looked up at him anger etched across my face , I lifted my hand and slapped him hard across the cheek. He grabbed my hand pushing me away so forcefully I fell to the ground. I stared at him in shock before taking Claires hands as she reached towards me. She pulled me up making sure I wasn't hurt.

"Lola you don't need to take anymore of his shit , let's leave , you can stay at the house tonight". I nodded silently at her, barely holding back the tears that threatened to spill over. I kept it in not wanting him to know how much he had hurt me. I turned my back on him reaching out for the door.

"I don't think so lola, come here right now".

I ignored his shouts and continued out the door with Claire by my side.

~Flashback over~

Who would've known that the day I walked out that room would be the last time I saw my brother in two years. It had to be done , I didn't feel like I belonged there, so I left; ran away to my dad's house in Spain. Claire came with me as she was in care so she had no real family,  they treated her badly so I asked for her to come with me, she happily obliged. So that's where we have been these couple of years.

I had thought I'd never see his face again, until there he was kneeling right in front of me at the paintballing arena. Shock plastered across his face. I had aimed to talk to him , see if we could patch things up but when he asked what I was doing here the anger I had kept inside me blew up. I had quickly exited before I could do anything I could regret.