Sister Styles

{21} Casa de Harry

There was a snow blanketed bench just outside the restaurant. It was pitch black dark out and the air was frozen. Small flakes of snow danced to the ground, joining the other fallen. London was much busier than Cheshire as cars were constantly driving by. It was also warmer, and less snow covered the streets.

I leaned up against a wall, taking some deep breaths, trying to clear my foggy thoughts. I was a liar, and for that, I'm going to get karma for this. As my breath came in, it was cold and sharp in the lungs. As I let it go, my breath clouded out in front of me and my rib cage shook.

I looked down at my feet, my thoughts tracing back to what Payton. I couldn't stop thinking about how he would be trying to warm me up if he was standing next to me. He would standing closer to me, maybe even holding my hand to keep my fingers warm. I forgot my mitts back at the hotel. I sigh as I think to myself that I miss him.

Digging in my pocket, I pulled out my cold iPhone and punched in the familiar numbers. It rang repeatedly, the same rhythm of five rings, then voicemail.

I didn't hang up. "Hello, it's Payton. Sorry I couldn't take your call at the moment, please leave me a message of your name and number, and I'll get back to you when I can."

*Beep*

"Hey, Pay Pay," my tone slightly annoyed, but not directing it at him. "You know who it is so I guess you don't need my name and number but, uh, just checking in..." I trailed off, pausing, scrunching up my face and taking another breath. "I tried to call you earlier but it went to voicemail then too. If this is about the kiss, then just forget it, please. I miss my Pay. Call me back." I hung up.

I pushed my phone back into my pocket, taking another irritated deep breath. I turned my body, my entire back leaning against the wall, tilted my chin up, and shut my eyes.

"What the hell was that?"

I opened my eyes, blinded by the overhead fluorescent lights. I blinked to finally have the clear vision of a pissed off Harry standing in front of me. Finally.

"What the hell was what?" I cocked an eyebrow, still squinting my eyes to keep from becoming blind. A growing guilt started to spread in my stomach but I'm not letting it get to me. Harry deserves to feel this way from what I said. I'm not going to apologize for it. I didn't lie.

"My FaMiLy DoEsN't ReSpEcT mE aNd SeNt Me AwAy," he mocked in a high-pitch squeaky voice, obviously trying to imitate me.

I huffed a laugh. "Well, not my entire family," I paused, letting my four years of built up rage begin to surface, "just my brother."

Harry stopped. His jaw clenched. He widened his eyes, raising eyebrows, and it looked as if a flicker of hurt glazed his eyes. He turned, looking over both shoulders to check if anyone was around. He snagged my wrist, dragging me down the sidewalk.

I tried my best to pry from his strong grip, but it was no use. I tried to hold back, bolting my feet to the ground, but he just pulled me forward, my feet sliding on the ice beneath me, until I almost fell on my face. "Harry, stop! Let go! What are you doing? Ow!" I squealed, his strong grip sending a sharp pain throughout my body causing tears to burn behind my eyes. Not from the pain though.

Harry spun around hard, stepping on the ground in front of me. He cupped a hand over my face. "Shut up!" He exclaimed in a hushed tone. "I'm taking you to the car, we're going for a drive so we don't cause a scene and get any publicity on this."

A terrorizing memory flashed through my head as I saw Harry's face meet mine. I gulped, trying hard to swallow against the clog. I bit my bottom lip, holding back the tears and screams.