The return

Chapter 5 : Broken Promises

Harry

I pressed the end call button on my phone and let it drop to the floor. I thought I would feel anger or sadness but I felt nothing, nothing at all. It was like everything had drained out of me leaving an emotionless zombie behind. I wanted to forget what my mum had told me, I wanted it too not be true. How could they betray me like that?

For all these years I thought Lola hated us all, turns out it was just me. My mum and other members of my family have still been in contact with Lola, they have met up and talked on multiple occasions and I have known nothing about it. My mum lied to me about missing her and never being able to see her. She always made me feel very guilty that she hadn't seen her for years. I know it was all my fault that she left but it wasn't fair to put me through 2 years of pain. I promised my mum I wouldn't hang up and that I would continue to talk to her, but some promises are ment to be broken.

All those years I tried to get in contact with her to beg for her forgiveness were all a lie. Mum didn't need to try and find her mobile number and address because she already had them and was lying to me. I feel as if these past few years have all been one huge lie. Lola didn't run away and ignore us all only me, just me. I know what I said to her two years ago was unforgivable but running away was very extreme for something so small. It wasn't running away as such because she practically moved from mums house in England to dads villa in Spain. I would spend nights even days worrying about mum and how she is coping with not seeing her daughter I would even worry about Lola and how she is dealing with not seeing us. At christmas I would visit my family oblivious to the fact that Lola had been there just days before. I felt betrayed. Betrayed by my own family.

I fell onto my bed as the emotions suddenly all hit me at once. They say you're not ment to cry on your birthday but it was too much. As the tears were falling more heavily I prayed silently that none of the boys would enter my room at this moment. But as today was ridden with bad luck it just had to get worse. Three knocks sounded at my door as louis' voice came from behind the closed door, "Harry, can I come in, you have been in there for an awfully long time!", before I could even respond the door flung wide open to reveal a distressed louis entering the room. A few seconds later I felt the bed sink next to me as he lay on the other side.

"What's wrong Hazza? Did something happen with your mum?"

"I don't want to talk about it right now, can you leave please Lou", I tried to keep my voice strong but it wathered slightly showing the tell tale signs that I had just been crying. Louis could sense that something was wrong so after a long silence he got up and left.

Louis

I didn't want to leave harry like that but I could tell that he wanted to be alone. I hated seeing him so upset, he did not usually show his emotions but when he did it was never this strong. I wasn't going to confront him now so I decided I would talk to the other boys and get their oppinions.

"Harry is not usually like this, I didn't know his sister being back would effect him so much" Spoke up Liam.

"Yeah I agree, I haven't known him for long but I thought he would be overjoyed that his sister was back" Agreed Ashton. We all nodded our heads in agreement.

I vividly remember the argument between Lola and Harry as if it happened yesterday. It all happened so fast from Harry being the protective older brother to a full blown war. The night they had the argument was Nialls birthday so we had all been out drinking the night before so Harry was not in his right frame of mind, he was clearly still hungover and not in the mood for any of Lola's shit so he got a bit worked up. I doubt that he would have said what he did to her if he was completley sober but that's what alcohol does to you it makes you say things you would not normally say out loud. There is one thing that I have not been entirely honest about to harry, It is something I have been keeping a secret from him for the past two years. When Lola came back from the party I was trying to fall asleep in the spare room, I ignored her coming up the stairs thinking that she was just going to bed. I was about to fall asleep when I heard the front door opening, I shot up awake straight away and ran downstairs to find Lola dragging a packed suitcase out onto the patio into a parked taxi.

*Flash back - 2 years ago-*

"Lola what are you doing?" I shouted at her, I wasn't her blood brother but she felt like a little sister to me. She carried on loading her suitcases into the back of the taxi, I ran over to her grabbing her arm, she twisted around to face me. Her eyes were filled with tears for anger or sadness I did not know.

"Louis let go of me."

"No not until you tell me where you are planning to go at 4 o'clock in the morning"

"You sound just like harry did you know that, so over protective and Pushy", She sneered back, i released my grip at once.

"You didn't answer my question Lola"

"I'm going to stay at claire's for a few days to clear my head and let things cool down"

"Don't be ridiculous Lola you're not going anywhere you're sixteen for christs sake, come back inside and think this all through , Don't you think you're being a bit extreme?" I pleaded with her begging her to come inside but she was so adament to leave.

"I'm sorry Louis I have to do this, I'll be back in a few days don't worry, here give this to mum please when she wakes up, let her sleep for now", I took the folded letter in my hand placing it in my pocket.

"Okay, do what you need to do if you feel it's the right thing to do."

"I do Louis thank you for understanding, I'll miss you loads lou, keep strong and good luck with everything"

"You make it sound like you're going away for a long time" I chuckle.

"No, not long I promise, Love you lou", She wispered.

"Love you too sis" And with that she lightly placed a kiss on my cheek and left.

*Flashback over - Present day*

Louis

Little did I know that her promise was going to be broken. Little did I know that terrible things would happen after that night. I have kept that from Harry fearing he would hate me for just letting her go. If I had known she would leave the country I would have stopped her from going but I didn't know. That must count for something, surely.