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Chapter 27 – Valerie’s P.O.V.

            Niall was driving me back home after our “first date.” It actually wasn’t that bad since Niall is a super genuine guy. We talked a lot about management and stuff like that, and I mean… He’s just Niall Horan. He’s a lovable Irish person. But then my phone rang right when we pulled onto my street.

            “Hello?” I asked curiously without looking at the caller ID.

            “Valerie, you have to help me. I need you right now and my sister just called and I’m on the side of the road and I don’t know what to do and—“

            “Harry, Harry, chill,” I said frantically as my eyes widened. Niall glanced over at me cautiously. “Calm down, Harry. What happened?”

            Harry sucked in a shaky breath on the other end. “M-My sister called me and-and I don’t know what to do,” he said, sounding as if he had been crying.

            “Where are you?”

            “I-I’m on the side of the interstate—“

            “Why the hell are you on the side of the interstate?” I exclaimed. Niall’s eyes went wide as he got the hint, turning the car around to head in that direction.

            “I-I’ll explain later, but please, Valerie,” Harry choked out, his voice barely above a whisper. “I need you right now.”

            My heart cracked at how desperate he truly sounded. Harry Styles needed me? I’m always the one who needed him, but now the tables have turned. No matter the reason, but damn idol just told me he needed me. My damn savior is pleading for me to come to him. He doesn’t have to tell me twice.

            “We’re coming, Harry, just stay where you are,” I said.

            “Please hurry, I’m freaking out,” Harry whispered on the other end before taking a loud sniff.

            After we hung up, Niall and I were completely silent as we scanned the road for Harry’s slender figure. My leg was nervously tapping up and down on the car floor, my mind wandering. Gemma called him? Why is he freaking out over that? I thought the two had a great relationship.

            “There,” I exclaimed as I jabbed my finger towards the skinny boy. He was sitting on the concrete wall, his head in his hands as he raked his fingers through his curls over and over again. He truly looked like he was freaking out.

            “Jesus,” Niall breathed out as he slowed, pulling over onto the side of the road. I had so many questions for this curly haired boy right now, but I pushed them aside as I jolted out the car.

            “Harry?” I asked nervously as I walked over to him.

            Harry’s head snapped up and my assumptions were proven correctly; he was crying. Small water droplets stained his cheeks as he sucked in a sharp breath, right before he circled his arms around my waist, burying his face in my hair. I didn’t even know what to do in this moment, so I rubbed his back and shushed him like he’s done me multiple times before. I hated seeing Harry—or any of the boys cry—so this was just as difficult for me as it was him.

            “Come on, Harry. Let’s get back to the hotel,” Niall said as he placed a hand on his mate’s shoulder.

            Harry never let go of my hand as I sat in the backseat with him. Harry was biting his knuckles as he glared out the window, and I made the conclusion that he didn’t want to talk with Niall here. Did the boys not know about anything he was hiding? Probably not, but what is Harry hiding?

            The ride to the hotel was so agonizing with all the questions stirring inside me. I hated seeing Harry this upset and broken, and it only worsened when paparazzi was swarming the hotel. Naturally, Niall had to hold onto me as Harry barged his way through alone. I felt so terrible for this boy right now. So terrible.

            When we got into the room, Liam and Louis were on the couch playing FIFA. Zayn was in the kitchen talking to Perrie (I had to hold in my fangirl squeals), and Niall went to join the boys. Harry didn’t waste any time as he grabbed my hand and pulled me into his room. Once again, he started panicking as he tugged at his curls, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

            “Harry, what happened?” I asked softly as I stared at him, unsure as of how to comfort my idol. I mean, he’s been comforting me the past three years and he hasn’t even been there. How do I comfort him?

            “Gemma called me,” Harry choked out, sitting on the edge of the bed. “She called me and… and she wants to meet up with me.”

            “What’s so bad about that? I thought you and Gemma were close?” I frowned as I sat next to him.

            Harry shook his head as a tear rolled down his cheek. “We-We were, but then… then…” Harry struggled on his words as he gripped his hair tighter. I brought his hands away from his curls, then laced our fingers.

            “You can tell me, Harry. I promise.”

            Harry seemed to relax as he held my hands back, his breath gradually pacing itself. He kept his eyes on the floor as he managed to speak. “Four years ago before I went to the X-Factor, Gemma had this boyfriend. He was the most arrogant bastard I had ever met, but Gemma just kept telling me she loved him. I didn’t like him, Valerie. I didn’t like how he yelled at her and threw her around,” he said softly, blinking his eyes quickly as if fighting off more tears. “One day I came home from school and there was yelling upstairs. I knew mum was still at work, so it had to have been Gemma. I heard something shatter and that’s when I ran up the stairs.”

            Harry’s hands tightened on mine as he gnawed furiously on his bottom lip. My heart was aching for this boy, because I almost knew what he was about to say. Other than reading similar things in fan-fictions, I had a small part like this in my story as well. Trying not to let that get to me, though, I continued to stare at Harry in sympathy.

            I had to be here for him, just like he’s always been there for me.

Harry’s P.O.V.

*FLASHBACK*

            Whistling to myself as I unlocked the front door, I scurried inside and dropped my backpack to the floor. Yelling was clear from upstairs, and anger immediately boiled inside me as I instantly knew who the culprit was. Trying to ignore it, knowing Gemma would get mad at me for interfering, I went into the kitchen and made myself a cup of water. I took a long sip.

            Suddenly, something shattered from upstairs. My hand balled into tight fists as I slammed the cup onto the counter, skipping two stairs as I ran up them. To prove my fears and assumptions correct, Mike had Gemma by the hair as he pushed her into the wall. He rose his fist to hit her, and I could see the fear evident in Gemma’s eyes. Before I even process what I was doing, my enraged state captivated my mind as I ran for Mike, plowing him into the floor.

            With each punch I threw, I was letting out all the stress I’ve been holding in. This bastard had hurt my sister many times before with me around, and I could only imagine what he did to her in private. It pissed me off. It sent me over a limit I didn’t even know I had. But this dick deserved every fucking punch I threw to his pretty little face.

            “Harry, stop! You’re hurting him!” Gemma screamed as she viciously grabbed my shoulders.

            Is she fucking serious? I’m hurting him? Did she not realize the bastard was five seconds away from punching her? I couldn’t even believe what my sister was yelling at me, but for some reason, I just couldn’t stop.

            “Harry, quit!” Gemma yelled again, and she finally managed to rip me off. I was panting from all the fury building inside me. I was pissed. Still pissed and I wanted to keep beating the shit out of him. But instead, I watched in disgust and confusion as Gemma knelt down next to him, lifting his bloody face in her hands. “How could you?” she choked out, her watery eyes meeting mine.

            My lips parted in shock at her direct question. “Gemma, he was about to hit you!” I screamed, standing to my feet as I glared at her.

            “I love him, Harry!” Gemma shouted, her tears rolling down her cheeks. “I hate you so much. Just… Just get out of here,” she whispered, barely audible as I felt my heart snap in two.

            Gemma hated me.

            She just told me she hated me.

            My own emotions formed a thick lump in my throat as I stared at her in astonishment. She was cradling Mike, stroking his face as he cupped her cheek.

            The anger was soon too much for me as I stormed out the room, slamming the door behind me. Gemma can’t hate me. She just can’t. We’ve been so close our entire lives and she hates me because I saved her? Because I stopped her from getting hurt? If that’s the way she fucking wants it, so be it. Gemma will always be my sister, but I guess we’ll just have to be the type of siblings that can’t even look at each other.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

            “I left after that,” I told Valerie quietly as she intently listened to my story. I was so fucking grateful for this girl. No one ever cared enough to listen to me.

            “Why?” she whispered as her golden brown eyes scanned over my face.

            I bit my lip as I turned to face her, squeezing her hands a little harder for reassurance that she wasn’t leaving me. “I didn’t want to hurt Gemma again,” I said quietly. “I didn’t want to be the reason for her tears, so I left. I came back a couple months later, but Gemma was all packed up and she was gone. Mum was the only one left in the house… she told me Gemma had moved in with Mike.”

            Valerie gave out a soft sigh as damn tears flowed down my cheeks again. I hated crying so fucking much, but I just wanted my sister back. The one that used to actually care about me. Still, Valerie comforted me by wrapped her small arms around my neck. I squeezed her back, not wanting to ever let something this precious go. I had lost Gemma; I won’t lose Valerie. It may be sister vs girlfriend, but I don’t want to lose either of them. But since I did lose Gemma, I’ll hold onto Valerie for dear life.

            “I was just protecting her,” I whispered into Valerie’s hair, sucking in a sharp breath through my nose.

            “It’s okay, Harry. Gemma was just confused,” Valerie said quietly as she rubbed my back.

            “I lost my fucking sister over that asshole,” I cried. “Gemma and I were nearly inseparable, but she left me for him.”

            Valerie pulled away softly, flicking my tears off my cheeks. I know she’s given me an answer before, but I need to hear it again. I’m tired of being left alone.

            “Valerie, please promise me something,” I whispered as my eyes locked on hers once more.

            “Anything,” Valerie smiled.

            “Please…” I choked out, raking my fingers through my hair. “Please don’t ever leave me.”

            Valerie seemed slightly taken aback at first, but then her soft hand came up to cup my cheek. I leaned into her touch, not seeming to get enough of it as she whispered, “I promise.”