Sister Styles

{6} Nightmares

I walked down the streets of Cheshire, not wanting to go and meet Payton at the frozen yogurt shop. My phone kept buzzing in my purse but I simply ignored it and kept walking. I hung my head down, afraid of anyone seeing me crying, and speedily wandered down the street.

It was busy on a Thursday night, so I would always have to say "Excuse me" through the large crowds. I was one block away from the bus stop that was just outside of my flat. I'm going home and trying my best to just forget about this night.

I couldn't believe this. Payton totally ruined it. I finally felt like I was going to win this thing with my rehearsed dance, but no. Payton had to freaking call me! Why the hell was he calling me anyway? He knew I was at my audition! He couldn't wait?

With the obnoxious buzzing still going on in my purse, I stopped dead in my tracks, moving off to the side of the sidewalk, and ripped open my purse. I harshly pulled my phone to my ear. "What?" I shouted in the reciever.

"Whoa," Payton's voice sounded through. "What's your problem?"

"What's my problem? Maybe the fact that my so-called 'best friend' couldn't wait ten freaking minutes for me to finish my audition to call me, but instead did it while I was in the middle of it and possibly ruined my chance of ever seeing my brother again!" I yelled viciously at him, then hanging up and shutting it off.

I couldn't stand him right now. He really got on my last nerve. First Emily, but now Payton? I've just had it with people right now.

When I rounded the corner to my street, someone bumped into me, nearly knocking me over. "Oh my freaking God!" I shouted at the innocent person. "Can't you just watch where you're walking?"

I kept my eyes shut to keep them from crying or exposing that I had been, and just brought my head back down and continued walking. It started off as walking, but once my building came into view, it turned into a jog, then a run, and soon enough, I was sprinting into my building, into the elevator and into my flat.

I slammed my door shut, locking it. I dropped my bags, running into my bedroom and falling on my bed. I couldn't help it. I cried. I cried and cried and cried. The tears just came out and my sobs went with them.

I can't believe it. I had one shot at seeing my brother once again and now, it's completely gone. I won't see Harry. Not now and most likely not ever. He hates me. He doesn't want me in his life anymore. He doesn't want to see me. He doesn't even want to pick up the phone for five freaking minutes and talk to his baby sister.

I miss him so much and all I get from him is jack shit. I'm just so fed up and frustrated. He doesn't care at all anymore. No, he doesn't. He doesn't care for me. He's just embarrassed to be with me. Why did I have to be such an embarrassment to him? Why?

I cried and cried until I had no more tears. As they soaked into my face, my eyes slowly began to close and my mind quietly shut down.

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I walked through the door of an unfamiliar building. It was a large and dark building. It was quiet, very quiet. A spotlight turned on and there was a chair in the middle of the room. I looked at it curiously before slowly wandering up to it. It was a wooden chair that looked like it came from my mum's old kitchen in the old house.

I sat down in the familiar chair and my head twirled around, looking for anyone. "Hello?" I called out.

Suddenly, a flash of bright lights turned on and I shut my eyes, slowly blinking them open until my eyes adapted to the light. I looked in front of me, there he was. My brother.

"Harry?" I looked at him, scanning him up and down. He looked so much different. Mature and older. His face lacked the chubbiness it once had and his style had changed very much so. His curly hair was longer and stood up on his head.