One Direction's Baby Sister (Edited)

Chapter 15

Lena's POV

I can't catch my breath for the life of me. Did Liam actually just agree with me? Did my brother really wish I was still in America?

He's the one who dragged me here!

"Then why didn't you?!" I demand. "I wanted to stay! I didn't want to be here!"

That wasn't entirely true, but he hurt my feelings and now I wanted to hurt his. A tear wells up and spills over. Just when I thought Liam and I could be...well, family. I guess it's my own fault. I told him he should have left me there.

I just never thought he'd agree with me.

As hard as I try, I can't ignore the hurt that his words cause. I'm sure Liam sees it, because he pales.

"Lena, I-" he began.

But I couldn't handle that. I whirled without a word and walked out of the door, and back into the crisp London air.

"Lena wait!" Liam called.

I kept walking. More tears were threatening to spill, and these contacts were causing my eyes to burn miserably. Biting my lip to distract myself, I started walking towards Zayn's car. He told me I could drive it whenever I needed if the need ever came up. I knew where he kept the spare key, and I hoped to god he wouldn't mind that I was taking it away. But I couldn't outrun Liam with my leg, and I had no interest in facing him.

"Lena stop! What are you doing?!" Liam cried. From the corner of my eye, I saw Louis step outside to follow me as well.

What was I doing? I wasn't sure where I was planning to go, apart from away from Liam.

I yanked the car door open and got inside, shutting and locking the door before Liam could catch up with me.

"Lena!" he yelled, banging on the window.

Ignoring him, I found Zayn's spare key and started his car. I hadn't ever driven on the left side of the road, but Zayn and Harry swore it wasn't that different.

"Stop Lena!" Liam yelled. But I backed the car out and pulled away from the house as fast as I could.

I didn't know where I was going. Ideally, I'd go find Zayn. He was the closest friend I had here and Kathryn hadn't answered a single phone call since I got to London.

But Zayn was out with Perrie, and that could be anywhere. Gripping the steering wheel, I thought of calling Alan, but then decided against it. He wouldn't reject me, I don't think, but I don't know about him lately. He's not the same as he used to be. When we were younger he was much nicer-not so cranky and short fused and, well, mean like he is now. No, I didn't want to face him right now. He would be no comfort to me.

With still absolutely no idea where I planned to go, I kept on driving.

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Harrys POV

Niall has been drunk since noon. It's five pm now. I've had a few drinks, but it's obvious I'm going to be the one driving us home tonight.

My phone has been ringing, but I really have no interest in talking to Liam right now. He's been a little overbearing lately. And talking to him was too much like talking to Lena.

And I didn't want to think of Lena.

A car pulled into the parking lot outside, and I recognized it as Zayn's. But it looked like the person driving it was unfamiliar with driving it, or maybe driving the roads. I laughed. Maybe one of Perrie's American friends had borrowed Zayn's car.