A love like ours // Harry Styles

Chapter Fifteen

^^^Harry's POV^^^

I approach Louis and he sends me a questioning glance.

"What?" He says, acting uninterested.

"Where's Jordan?" I demand.

"I don't know." He scoffs.

"Where did you take her?" I grit my teeth, grabbing him by the collar.

"Dude, stop! I seriously have no idea what you're talking about." He quickly pushes me off of him.

"Louis, so help me-" I'm cut off by Louis' phone blasting through my ears.

"Hello?" He asks.

"Oh, hey-" he pauses for a minute.

"Thank gosh! Harry was driving me crazy-" I hear a beep on the phone, signaling that she hung up on him.

"She hung up on me," he rolls his eyes.

"Why'd you say my name?"

"Oh, Jordan is staying with her for a few days." He explains, putting his phone back into his pocket.

"Why?" That's strange. She never mentioned this to me before..

"I got to go to soccer practice," he rushes off before I can say anything sleds. (American soccer!)

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^^^Jordan's POV^^^

"Harry Styles." Larry mutters, looking through his files to find Harry.

"Do you know him?" I ask nervously. I really hope this is just a false accusation.

"I can't find him.. What is his fathers name?"

"Desmond Styles." I answer.

He spits out his coffee on his desk, looking shocked.

"Uncle Larry?" Eleanor asks, furrowing her eyebrows.

"I'm sorry- I should've know." He shakes his head, murmuring things to himself.

"What's wrong?" I ask, taking a cautious step towards him.

"I'm fine." He waves his hand, coaxing me to stop walking.

"What do you know about him?"

He takes a big gulp.

"Sit down," he tells us, patting his hand on the chair beside his.

We do as told, waiting patiently for him to start talking.

"In the sixth grade, a new kid came to school that everyone wanted to befriend. Luckily, I was his first friend at that school, at the time. And his name was Desmond, he always told people to call him Des though," he pauses, taking a deep breath.

"After a while, he started to become.. different. He got into way to many fights, did drugs, skipped school. The list was endless. When we were all juniors in high school, he got arrested." He takes a deep breath.

"He was accused of rape-" he chokes.

"Who was the girl?" I ask, knowing there was some connection between the two.

"My- my girlfriend at the time. He killed her! He strangled her so that she wouldn't tell anyone what had happened." A test slides down his cheek.

"I would often see bruises on her skin, she would just say that she just fell or something. I also used to notice when she would get tensed when Des showed up. I never did anything about it. I could have saved her, I just didn't know." His tears are pouring down his face like a waterfall.

"I haven't seen him since that night in the courtroom. I was a witness on the case." He confesses.

After he finishes his story, Eleanor and I are both speechless. It's silent for a few minutes until Larry speaks.

"I want to see him again."

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Soooo, where are y'all from?

I'm from Alabama. :)