How can you love me?
Brotherly Love
Harry’s POV
I pace around my room nervously. I had already asked What’s-Her-Name to leave which she did graciously. She knew what she was getting into when we met at the club. Where is Ana? I try to call Louis and Niall, but neither of them pick up. After about fifteen minutes, I’m driving myself crazy. Images of her in that basement again, of her crying, screaming for help, flash through my mind. I automatically imagine the absolute worst case scenario and chuck my i-phone against the wall. It smashes into three pieces and part of it sticks out and a strange angle. Well shit. Now I won’t know if they call.
I open the door and step out. I have no idea what I’m going to do, but I have to do something. She could be anywhere with god knows happening to her. I take off towards Zayn’s apartment. He’s the only one who doesn’t hate me right now so I figure he can help me. I grab a poster of Ana’s smiling face of a bill board of missing persons to show him.
I barge in without knocking and see him standing in the kitchen. His music is blared so loud that he doesn’t hear me tromp through the house. I tap his shoulder while he’s making a sandwich scaring the crap out of him. He jumps around with the sandwich ready to clobber whoever it was. He laughs when he sees me and turns the volume down.
“What’s up mate?” He asks. I slam the poster on the counter.
“Help me find her,” I demand. He looks at me worriedly.
“She’s been missing for four months. What do you mean?” He asks putting his hand against my forehead looking for a temperature. I swat it away agitatedly.
“It’s complicated but I met her. We have to keep it a secret. We had a fight and now she’s gone.” Zayn stands there with a lost look on his face. I walk to the door grabbing his phone off the counter. I dial Louis’ number. On the third ring, he picks up.
“Hey Zayn! Now’s not really a goo-“
“It’s me. Have you found her?” I interrupt. Louis says on the other end. I hear some whispered conversation and the phone switches hands.
“Hey Curly.” I fall against the wall and sigh in relief. She’s safe. They found her before anything bad could happen. I mentally slap myself for imagining the worst.
“Where are you?” I ask. It’s probably best if I talk to her in person. This time it’s her time to sigh.
“Now’s not the best time. Maybe we could talk later,” she suggests. What better things did she have to do?
“No. We need to talk now. Are you at Louis’?” I demand. I’m not taking no for an answer. I need to explain myself not only to her, but to everyone.
“Yes but there’s something you should know,” she starts.
“I’ll be there in 10,” I interrupt and hang up the phone. I open the door, but I’m stopped by Zayn.
“What the hell is going on here?” He asks with a shocked look on his face. He seems hurt because Louis is in the loop and he isn’t.
“I’ll explain everything later, mate.” With that, I walk out the door and rush over to Louis’ place. I walk in without bothering to knock like I did at Zayn’s. Louis, Niall, and Ana are sitting on the couch while a guy I don’t recognize sits across from them. I immediately become suspicious. He stands up.
“Is this the guy you were telling me about?” He asks Ana.
“The hell I am!” I shriek. I am most certainly not Kyle! Ana rolls her eyes in a way that makes me want to laugh but that doesn’t seem the most appropriate thing to do. She nods her head at the guy. I’m shocked. Is she telling him I’m Kyle?! He walk over to me and before I can do anything, he decks me in the stomach.
“That’s for making my baby sister cry,” He spits at me. I double over and grip my aching stomach. I look up when he says sister. I look over to Ana and she’s smirking at me. Kyle walks back over to her and sits down again. Niall and Louis are both laughing.
“That’s what you get, Mate.” I can tell they’re enjoying my pain. They love it when someone can actually hurt me physically.
“This is my brother. I ran into him in the zoo,” Ana states nonchalantly.
“Why’d he punch me?” I ask exasperatedly.
“You heard him. You made me cry,” she fake pouts. She stands up and comes up to me. I look into her gorgeous eyes and realize how upset she is.
“Let me explain,” I plead with her. If I can make her understand why I was upset, then maybe she will accept my apology. Without saying anything, she throws her arms around my neck and hugs me hard.
“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have been so bitchy. I’m so used to people making me that I just assumed that you were going to do that. I shouldn’t have played with your emotions like that.” Her words are rushed and seem practiced.
“You’re not the one who has something to apologize for! I turned you away, but it isn’t for the reasons you think. It’s hard for me to be around you and not want to kiss you.” I see Brandon squirming out of the corner of my eye and laugh. “Maybe we should take this conversation somewhere private.” She nods and follows me out into the hall.
I stop and lean against the wall and open my mouth to say something, but she pecks me on the lips instead. It isn’t like last night. This one is more conserved and less intense, but so much sweeter. She leans back against the opposite wall and sits down. I follow her lead and do the same thing.
“Can we forget that fight happened?” She asks looking up into my eyes. I inspect the rug we’re on.
“I can’t forget that kiss and what I feel,” I mutter. It’s impossible for me to try and smother my feelings for her. The alcohol didn’t help and neither did sex. She’s carved herself a place in my heart that nothing else will fill. When I thought Kyle had got her, there was a void. I felt like something was eating me from the inside out and it was. Worry.
“Neither can I. That’s why I’m suggesting we start fresh.” She offers her hand to me. “Hi. I’m Ana. What’s your name?” I smile goofily and take her hand.
“I’m Harry. Nice to meet you, Ana.” We sit there staring at each other with stupid grins on our faces. She comes over to me and sits on my lap with her legs on either side of me. My breathing quickens as she leans down. Her lips are almost touching mine.
“How about a more informal greeting?” She mutters against my lips. Without waiting for an answer, she pushes into the kiss. We move our mouths in sync while I move my hands up and down her sides. She kisses my neck and I did my fingers into her hair.
“Isn’t this a bit inappropriate for your brother to be in the other room?” I laugh. She stands up with a guilty expression.
“I kinda forgot…” She shuffled her feet and it was too adorable for words. I grab her hand and lead her back into the living room where the boys were all drinking bourbon.
“Awwwww looks like they made up!” Niall shrieks and jumps up and pats me on the back. Brandon looks at me suspiciously, but what kind of brother isn’t protective of his little sister. I sit down and pull Ana into my lap.
“Have you explained things?” I whisper in her ear. She nods her head.
“They all know as much as you do.” I lean closer in to her ear and talk low so no one else hears me.
“Do they know how good you kiss?” I ask jokingly. She laughs.
“They all know what it feels like to get beaten by a girl but no. Not that.” She doesn’t bother keeping her voice down so they look at us confusedly.
“Two days and you’ve already put all these guys in their proper spots?” Brandon asks impressed. Louis sticks his tongue out at him and jumps on top of him, wrestling him to the ground. They wrestle for a few minutes before they realize they’re equally matched and shake hands in a treaty. I smile at the dorks. Sweat is dripping off their foreheads and they’re laughing like idiots. I look at Ana and she is staring at them too. She turns her head to face me when she sees me looking at her. Are noses touch and I kiss her gently. This is where I belong. With Ana. I also realize something that kind of scares me. I’m completely in love with this girl.
I pace around my room nervously. I had already asked What’s-Her-Name to leave which she did graciously. She knew what she was getting into when we met at the club. Where is Ana? I try to call Louis and Niall, but neither of them pick up. After about fifteen minutes, I’m driving myself crazy. Images of her in that basement again, of her crying, screaming for help, flash through my mind. I automatically imagine the absolute worst case scenario and chuck my i-phone against the wall. It smashes into three pieces and part of it sticks out and a strange angle. Well shit. Now I won’t know if they call.
I open the door and step out. I have no idea what I’m going to do, but I have to do something. She could be anywhere with god knows happening to her. I take off towards Zayn’s apartment. He’s the only one who doesn’t hate me right now so I figure he can help me. I grab a poster of Ana’s smiling face of a bill board of missing persons to show him.
I barge in without knocking and see him standing in the kitchen. His music is blared so loud that he doesn’t hear me tromp through the house. I tap his shoulder while he’s making a sandwich scaring the crap out of him. He jumps around with the sandwich ready to clobber whoever it was. He laughs when he sees me and turns the volume down.
“What’s up mate?” He asks. I slam the poster on the counter.
“Help me find her,” I demand. He looks at me worriedly.
“She’s been missing for four months. What do you mean?” He asks putting his hand against my forehead looking for a temperature. I swat it away agitatedly.
“It’s complicated but I met her. We have to keep it a secret. We had a fight and now she’s gone.” Zayn stands there with a lost look on his face. I walk to the door grabbing his phone off the counter. I dial Louis’ number. On the third ring, he picks up.
“Hey Zayn! Now’s not really a goo-“
“It’s me. Have you found her?” I interrupt. Louis says on the other end. I hear some whispered conversation and the phone switches hands.
“Hey Curly.” I fall against the wall and sigh in relief. She’s safe. They found her before anything bad could happen. I mentally slap myself for imagining the worst.
“Where are you?” I ask. It’s probably best if I talk to her in person. This time it’s her time to sigh.
“Now’s not the best time. Maybe we could talk later,” she suggests. What better things did she have to do?
“No. We need to talk now. Are you at Louis’?” I demand. I’m not taking no for an answer. I need to explain myself not only to her, but to everyone.
“Yes but there’s something you should know,” she starts.
“I’ll be there in 10,” I interrupt and hang up the phone. I open the door, but I’m stopped by Zayn.
“What the hell is going on here?” He asks with a shocked look on his face. He seems hurt because Louis is in the loop and he isn’t.
“I’ll explain everything later, mate.” With that, I walk out the door and rush over to Louis’ place. I walk in without bothering to knock like I did at Zayn’s. Louis, Niall, and Ana are sitting on the couch while a guy I don’t recognize sits across from them. I immediately become suspicious. He stands up.
“Is this the guy you were telling me about?” He asks Ana.
“The hell I am!” I shriek. I am most certainly not Kyle! Ana rolls her eyes in a way that makes me want to laugh but that doesn’t seem the most appropriate thing to do. She nods her head at the guy. I’m shocked. Is she telling him I’m Kyle?! He walk over to me and before I can do anything, he decks me in the stomach.
“That’s for making my baby sister cry,” He spits at me. I double over and grip my aching stomach. I look up when he says sister. I look over to Ana and she’s smirking at me. Kyle walks back over to her and sits down again. Niall and Louis are both laughing.
“That’s what you get, Mate.” I can tell they’re enjoying my pain. They love it when someone can actually hurt me physically.
“This is my brother. I ran into him in the zoo,” Ana states nonchalantly.
“Why’d he punch me?” I ask exasperatedly.
“You heard him. You made me cry,” she fake pouts. She stands up and comes up to me. I look into her gorgeous eyes and realize how upset she is.
“Let me explain,” I plead with her. If I can make her understand why I was upset, then maybe she will accept my apology. Without saying anything, she throws her arms around my neck and hugs me hard.
“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have been so bitchy. I’m so used to people making me that I just assumed that you were going to do that. I shouldn’t have played with your emotions like that.” Her words are rushed and seem practiced.
“You’re not the one who has something to apologize for! I turned you away, but it isn’t for the reasons you think. It’s hard for me to be around you and not want to kiss you.” I see Brandon squirming out of the corner of my eye and laugh. “Maybe we should take this conversation somewhere private.” She nods and follows me out into the hall.
I stop and lean against the wall and open my mouth to say something, but she pecks me on the lips instead. It isn’t like last night. This one is more conserved and less intense, but so much sweeter. She leans back against the opposite wall and sits down. I follow her lead and do the same thing.
“Can we forget that fight happened?” She asks looking up into my eyes. I inspect the rug we’re on.
“I can’t forget that kiss and what I feel,” I mutter. It’s impossible for me to try and smother my feelings for her. The alcohol didn’t help and neither did sex. She’s carved herself a place in my heart that nothing else will fill. When I thought Kyle had got her, there was a void. I felt like something was eating me from the inside out and it was. Worry.
“Neither can I. That’s why I’m suggesting we start fresh.” She offers her hand to me. “Hi. I’m Ana. What’s your name?” I smile goofily and take her hand.
“I’m Harry. Nice to meet you, Ana.” We sit there staring at each other with stupid grins on our faces. She comes over to me and sits on my lap with her legs on either side of me. My breathing quickens as she leans down. Her lips are almost touching mine.
“How about a more informal greeting?” She mutters against my lips. Without waiting for an answer, she pushes into the kiss. We move our mouths in sync while I move my hands up and down her sides. She kisses my neck and I did my fingers into her hair.
“Isn’t this a bit inappropriate for your brother to be in the other room?” I laugh. She stands up with a guilty expression.
“I kinda forgot…” She shuffled her feet and it was too adorable for words. I grab her hand and lead her back into the living room where the boys were all drinking bourbon.
“Awwwww looks like they made up!” Niall shrieks and jumps up and pats me on the back. Brandon looks at me suspiciously, but what kind of brother isn’t protective of his little sister. I sit down and pull Ana into my lap.
“Have you explained things?” I whisper in her ear. She nods her head.
“They all know as much as you do.” I lean closer in to her ear and talk low so no one else hears me.
“Do they know how good you kiss?” I ask jokingly. She laughs.
“They all know what it feels like to get beaten by a girl but no. Not that.” She doesn’t bother keeping her voice down so they look at us confusedly.
“Two days and you’ve already put all these guys in their proper spots?” Brandon asks impressed. Louis sticks his tongue out at him and jumps on top of him, wrestling him to the ground. They wrestle for a few minutes before they realize they’re equally matched and shake hands in a treaty. I smile at the dorks. Sweat is dripping off their foreheads and they’re laughing like idiots. I look at Ana and she is staring at them too. She turns her head to face me when she sees me looking at her. Are noses touch and I kiss her gently. This is where I belong. With Ana. I also realize something that kind of scares me. I’m completely in love with this girl.
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