(Tiffany’s POV)
“Belle? Are you there?” Harry repeated for the thousandth time over the phone. I groaned – listening to your sister and her famous long distance boyfriend attempt a face time chat really can get annoying, especially when the only thing remotely close to a love life is evenings watching gossip girl with your cats.
“She’s still here, unfortunately,” I griped, turning up the volume on my macbook. Belle looked over at me, a glare set deeply on her features. I rolled my eyes; I’d dealt with a lot worse than my moody younger sister.
“Love you too, Tiff,” Harry called. I rolled my eyes, pausing my show and rolling out of my bed, “I’m going downstairs to get food, want something?” I asked Belle.
“My girlfriend here,” Harry added.
“You got jokes, Styles,” I laughed humorlessly, “You’re lucky Belle likes you, I’m sure you’d be dead by now otherwise,” I added.
Belle shooed me off with a wave of her hand, making a laugh escape from my lips.
It was a little passed eight when I returned to our bedroom, a bag of chips and two brownies in my hands. In her normal spot was my sister, surfing the Internet as always, and just as always I plopped down into my own.
Belle and I had shared a room ever since I could remember, despite my earliest protests; our parents had thought it could be a good bonding experience. I placed the food on our bedside table, and took to opening my bag of chips.
“Tiffy,” I heard Belle’s voice ask as I was about to place a Nacho Cheese Dorito in my mouth.
“Chip?” I questioned, offering over the bag. She shook her head, hanging it low. I furrowed my brows, sitting the big down and moving from my bed over to hers.
“What if I’m stupid?” She asked me, shaking her head, “I love him so much, but I just – I can’t help thinking…”
“Listen,” I stopped her, placing my hand on her black jean clad knee, “You and Harry love each other, babe, whatever you’re thinking is just the distance talking,” I explained.
“But what if he meets-“ I stopped her again, placing my finger on her lips now.
“Honey, need we recall the crime scene?” I asked, laughing, “And the year and a half anniversary?” I shook my head.
Belle groaned laying back and covering her head, “Don’t remind me!” She laughed.
Back after Harry had become a world famous singer, he’d taken the time to get away from his band and new life to attempt to plan something with my sister – long story short it ended in him losing his shirt and pictures of her surprised face all over tumblr.
“Harry what are you saying?” I heard my sister ask, her voice breaking. Turning over in my bed, I caught a glimpse of the clock. 2:25 AM.
“I just think maybe,” Harry started, a small whimper escaping my sister’s lips. I studied her closely, her chin sitting in her left hand, her hair disheveled.
She was upset, that was for certain.
My sister shut her eyes and brought her hands up to her ears, a tear rolling down her cheek, “If I ignore it that means it never happened,” she said, a small sob escaping her.
“I’m sorry Arabelle,” Harry finished, “I can’t do this anymore – we’re over.” He finished.
Belle’s teary eyes opened, looking up at her computer screen where Harry’s sad face was displayed, “But… it’s our two year anniversary,” she whimpered.
“I’m sorry,” Harry finished, hanging up the Skype call.
Before I could comprehend what was happening, my sister was out of her seat and throwing things around the room. Pieces of jewelry, pictures, poster boards, everything.
“Belle?” I questioned, sitting up in my bed, sleep still croaking in my throat.
She let out a sob as she looked up at me, a t-shirt in her hand in her hands – or, well, what once was a t-shirt. Before I could make out what it truly was, it was in shreds.
Wait.
“Belle I think that shirt was mi-“ She growled, cutting me off.
“We broke up,” She sobbed, looking at me with fear and hurt in her eyes.
“Oh… oh honey,” I sighed, standing up and hugging her tightly.
After a few seconds of hugging, she pulled out of my arms and moved toward our window, a known escape for the both of us.
“I’m going for a drive,” She said, before descending the side of our house.
And the next thing I knew, I was in the hospital confirming my baby sister’s identity, all because of stupid Harry Styles.
I'm not as good of an author as Belle, but I hope you enjoy this. c: -Tiffany
She's way better than me. This chapter was short and perf. :3 ~Belle x
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Lost and Found (One Direction)
FanfictionImagine if you forgot everything. Your first love, your first time driving - everything. It was all gone. In just a blink of an eye, eighteen year old Belle lost all of her memory to a terrible accident. Now she's forced to go through life being tol...
