Chapter 5

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I entangled my hands into Harry's curly locks. "Harry! I'm back!" I heard Phoebe say coming up the stairs I didn't want to stop but I had too. He stroked my cheek and pecked me on the cheek. We straighten up to make it seem like we were just talking. "Lou, I want you start eating again, and don't think about purging either." Harry told me. "Ok.. I will." I smiled. Phoebe came in. "What are you two doing?" She asked. "Nothing, I was just giving Louis here a lecture about football and stuff." Harry quickly lied. "Well.. whatever. C'mon Harry, let's cook nachos." Phoebe took Harry's hand. I watched as Harry was being pulled away from me. He turned around and gave me a apologetic smile. I smiled back. I touched my lips, they tingled from my first kiss. With a boy. Thirty minutes later, I went downstairs. "Here your plate's ready." Harry handed mine. I smiled big this time. For the first time in almost two years I felt extremely happy. I sat in my room eating my food alone as usual. Beep! Beep! I looked over at my camera and someone was trying to Skype me. I answered it. I was surprised to see my three sisters. "Hiiii Lou!!!" They said. "Hey I missed you." I smiled. They wanted to know where was Phoebe I told them she was. "Hey girls lemme talk to Boobear alone ok? Go play with Hunter." Charlotte said. "Ok! Hunter!" They chanted. "Who's Hunter?" I asked. Yeah anyway let's cut to.the chase." Lottie said. "Ok..." I trailed off. "So.. how's dad?" She asked. "Um.. wish he had better days and he's still mourning over.. Mum.." I mumbled. "Oh.. how are you?" She asked looking me in the eye. I didn't know what to tell her; oh Charlotte Dad's abusive, and I get beat up at school by some jocks, and guess what I'm anorexic! Ana is a life destroyer! Oh I think I maybe falling over a jock named Harry Styles, and we kissed. Yay! No I couldn't tell her that, even if she's my own whole sister. "I'm doing fine." I smiled and lied. "Well you're lying because it took you a hell of a long time to answer. Now tell me the real problems." Charlotte said leaning forward. I sighed. "No. I'm doing perfectly fine. And I'm the older one 'memeber?" I said. "Lou I know I'm-" I cut her off by saying that I'm logging off and good night. I finished half my food without purging. I threw the rest out. I sat im room on a Friday night had nothing to do but think about Harry. I sighed. "Dad I'm going to Trina's." I called over my shoulder. Mike didn't answer. -Fifteen Minutes Later- "So you and Harry kissed?!" Trina asked for the tenth time. "Yes Trina Higa we kissed. Ok?" I said trying to stay calm. "Louis! Honey come here please." Mrs. Higa shouted. I came down the stairs. Mrs.Higa was crying. "What.. what happen?" I asked shaking before I knew what the problem was. "Your.. father.. he.. committed... suicide.." She said crying. I was frozen in place. Tears rolled silently down my cheeks. I ran into the cold and ran home. Police cars and the hospital crew was there. I pushed passed everyone. "Dad! Dad!" I shouted. They had him on the roller thingy. I pulled the sheet of off him. "No! No! No! No!" I cried. I kissed his cheeks and everything. "Son you can't touch him!" A officer said. "FUCK YOU! HE'S MY FATHER!" I shouted. "Louis!" I heard Phoebe call my name. I rushed to her. "I.. I.." She cried in my shoulder. I rubbed her back. ~*~ Phoebe went Aunt Mattie's house for two weeks. I'm by myself except that Harry visits everyday. I didn't go to, I didn't want anyone to see me looked all screwed up. Knock! Knock! "Come in." I forced the words out. The door opened and closed. I heard footsteps approaching the den. "Hey Lou." Harry sat beside me. "Hey Hazza." I murmured. I snuggled against Harry. He his arm around my shoulders. "Where's Phoebe?" He asked. "She packed her things and moved to live with our Aunt Mattie." I mumbled. "Oh..." Harry sighed. "Can you move in with me? I don't wanna be alone!" I pulled on his blazer. "Yes. I will move in with you. Just lemme tell my Mum." He smiled and kissed my forehead.

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