More to You
"She's my sister," I blinked. Bellas sister. Ok, say something smart Harry, something so she knows your here for her, no matter what's going on.
".....Huh?" Good one. Bella coldly laughed.
"Yup. My sister. My older sister. As in the one I haven't spoken to in years. Of course you have no idea why though. And why's that? Because I don't tell people things. Because telling people means they know and when people now things it never ends well." Bella seemed to be talking to herself more then she was to me.
"Bella," her head snapped up to me.
"Why haven't you spoken to your family in so long." She looked back down.
"Long story," she mumbled, obviously trying to find a way out if this conversation.
"I have time." She looked up at me with glassy eyes. I put my arm around her and pulled her into my chest, gently playing with her hair because I know how she loves that.
"Bella. If you really don't want to, you don't have to tell me. I know I can't force anything out of you. But I promise you, whatever it is, I want to know, I want you to let me in. You can trust me" She sat up and looked at me.
"I-I can't. I've never told anyone other than Luke, Jamie and Eliza. The only other people that know I havnt told, they've just found out." She wasn't making eye contact with me.
"Can I ask, why don't you want to tell me?" She shrugged, I sighed.
"I don't know. Ok. I don't know! I just--I don't know." She sighed in defeat. I could tell she wasn't lying though. I could see it in her eyes, she didn't know why she couldn't tell me. She just....couldn't.
"Bella. You can tell me anything. You can trust me." She didn't speak, just leant her head back on my chest and sighed. We stayed like tht for a few minutes before a Bella spoke, quietly.
"When I was 14 I got myself legally removed from my parents." Her voice was weak and small. Bella looked at me, with a look wondering if I was going to freak out. The pain in her eyes killed me. I pulled her closer to me and layed down with her, so she was lying on my chest.
"Tell me about it baby," I whispered. I felt her take a deep breath.
"My family had a lot of money, a good house, so from the outside it often looked like we were pretty well off. But My father was an alcoholic. He went to rehab 4 times, but he never got better. He was drunk, all the time. My mother didnt even do anything. Just let him walk around slurring his words and tripping into anything. My mother was a terrible mother. She just drove me to school. That's it. That's all she was to me, the lady who took me to school. She was never around, and when she was, it was still like she wasn't. She would lock herself in her room for hours and just leave again.
"I had two sisters. My little sister Sarah, she was horrible. No one was ever there to teach her basic kindness of a human being, so its not completely her fault she turned out like that. She hated me, did anything in her power to make my life harder. She was glad when I left, like genuinly glad, not angry or sad, mad, she was happy that I was leaving. Lucy, she's my older sister. The only reason, the only reason I ever remotely think about regretting leaving, is because of her. But then I remind myself she wasn't much better then the rest. But she was more of a parent to me then my mother or father. She made sure I had good clothes, food. But she did drugs. The stress of school and home got to much for her so she did drugs, she wasnt around that much either. She calls Eliza every couple of months, hoping that I'll end up calling her back. Eliza never tells me that Lucy's called, but I know when she has, she used to tell me but eventually realised I would never return Lucy's calls. I can still tell when Lucy's called though.
"When I was twelve things got really bad. I wasn't old enough to get a job legally so I ended up doing everyone's odd jobs for money. Walking dogs, babysitting, gardening, those sorts of things. I was doing so many things that I was earning hundreds of dollars a week. I started speanding almost no time at my own house during the day, between school, my jobs and a lot of days I would catch up with someone after school so I wouldn't have to go home. Usually Eliza. I spent a lot of time with her and her family, they became more like a family then my own. And Luke, I've known him the longest, since we were 6. He's always been like a brother to me. I always went to him when I needed someone. I became friends with Jamie when I was 11.
"When I turned 14 I packed a bag and left my house, I went to an attorney's office. There was a trial, a long one. But eventually I won. I got legal independence from my parents. I could leave my house, my family. But I needed a male and female guardian. I didnt even ask them, they just stood up at court and volunteered. Eliza's parents. They became my legal guardians. They made me live with them, not that I didnt want to, I just didnt want to be an inconvenience. When I was 16 I decided to move. Immediately Luke and Eliza wanted to come. So did Jamie. He had an abusive dad. We never even knew. Not until we were on the plane to Sydney. They wernt going to let me leave Melbourne at first, they didnt want me having to pay rent, be alone, but then my great auntie died, leaving me a bucket load of money, a house, and this apartment. So we all moved into the house. We all finished school up here in Sydney. The second Luke turned 18 he changed my male legal guardian to himself. Technically Eliza's mum is still my female guardian. Ive never looked back. Not once. I hated my family, I wanted to get away, and I couldn't wait till I turned 18." I listened silently as she poured out all this information out. Part way through a few tears slipped from her eyes, and I knew I was guilty of shedding a tear too.
It was terrible. No one, especially not someone like Bella, deserves that. It made so much sense why her friends were so protective though, she had been through hell. And still I sensed she was leaving something out, though I decided to leave it.
"I'm so sorry Bella," she sniffled into my shirt, not moving. I could only guess how hard this must be for her, telling me all this. I can tell she's not one to talk about her problems.
"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry." I mumbled again. Bella shook her head.
"Stop saying sorry. It's not like you could have done anything."
"I'm sorry for not being there to help you through it." I know I was only 14 too, and I didnt even know Bella existed then, but I mean it. If I could go back in time and just be there for Bella, I would.
"Thank you Harry." I kissed the top of her head lightly.
"Your amazing Bella, you never deserved to go through that. I'm so sorry." I tightened my hold on Bella, in return she burried her head deeper into my chest.
We stayed like that for god knows how long. Laying in each others arms. I thought about telling her I love her, but now isn't the right time, nows too sad, way too sad.
Eventually, after ages, Bella shifted and sighed.
"I should go back to my room."
"Mkay," but I made no effort to move.
"Harryyyy," she wined. I sat up, still not letting her out of my arms.
"No I like you here with me in my arms." She blushed. I leant down and kissed her lips lightly. "And I think you like being here in my arms too," She giggled.
"Ok ill admit to that, but I really should go back to my room." She wriggled out of my arms.
"C'mon, just a little longer." I pouted.
"Harry look at the time," I looked at the clock and my eyes widened. It's 2:30 in the morning.
"Ok I get were your coming from, but......" I trailed off, thinking of a reasonable argument why she should stay. She looked at me with raised eyebrows and a smiled on her lips.
"Fine. I give in. You can go." She smiled and stood up, but I pulled her back by the wrist.
"You didnt think I'd let you go without a goodnight kiss did you?" She laughed.
"It's more of a morning kiss but ok," she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. I swiped my tongue across her bottom lip, she pulled away.
"Uh uh, I want to get some sleep." I pouted but let her go. When she got to my door she turned around.
"Thank you Harry," she spoke quietly, I gave her a sad smile and nodded my head lightly. Bella then left.
The second the door closed everything she told me sunk in. Bellas dad was a drunk. Her Mum was never there. Her older sister did drugs. Her little sister hated her. So she left. She got a new life. Then she got an abusive boyfriend. I couldn't blame Eliza Luke and Jamie for being so protective of her. She's been through so much shit. All of it just makes me love her more, makes me want to be there with her so nothing like that ever happens again.
The next morning
I woke up and looked at the time, groaning. 6am. I had had 3 1/2 hours of sleep. Lovely -.-
All of what I told Harry came rushing back to me. Crap, I told him. I told him so much about me. He's probably so freaked out. He's gonna break up with me. Ugh why do I have to ruin everything! I didn't need to tell him. I could have said Lucy was an old friend. I didnt need to tell him she was my sister. I need to go for a run. That always clears my head. I got out of bed, ignoring the massive head rush I got from standing up too fast, and chucked on some excursise shorts and a tank top, then I left a note saying I was going for a run and left. Luckily there were only a couple of paperazzi outside the building so I had no trouble moving past them.
I ran for a while, thinking about whether or not Harry would bring up what I told him. I hope he doesn't. I don't like to talk about things. I think he knows that, or at least I hope.
When I returned to the apartment it was nine, Louis was in the kitchen making breakfast. When I came in he looked up at me.
"How is it that you've been running for close to three hours and your only a tiny bit red and barely sweaty at all. How is that humanly possible?" I laughed.
"And why is it that all of a sudden your getting up early and running when we usually have to lift you out of bed in the morning?" I merely shrugged and walked towards my bedroom.
"Imma go have a shower," I told Louis.
"Shouldn't you eat something first?" I shook my head. He looked skeptical but decided to leave it. I grabbed some clothes from my bedroom and went into the bathroom. I turned the water on, waiting for it to warm up before I stripped myself of clothes. Once I was satisfied with the temperature I took my socks off. As I stood on one foot peeling a sock of I lost my balance for a second, almost tripping into the bathtub, though I quickly regained steadiness. When I lifted my head up to look in the mirror I was surprised to see how pale I had suddenly become. I went to take a step forward but one leg collapsed underneath me, causing me to lean onto the wall to stay upright. What the hell? I pulled myself up to stand straight, through that didnt last long. My legs collapsed underneath me, and then I could see was black.
So I wrote about half of this chapter, then I didn't write anything for a while. Then about an hour ago I realised its been almost a week since I updated, so I quickly finished the chapter. Sorry, not much actually happened in this chapter besides finding out about Bella. Not much action I guess.
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