Escape

Everybody, get down!

Louis' POV

"What?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

I watched as Harry's eyes widened. His eyes wandered around the room. He was hyperventilating as if our argument had worn him out.

"I have to get out of here," He mumbled and tried to get to the door, but I gripped his arm.

"Wait, you have to explain what's going on."

He shook his head and yanked his arm out of my grip. His eyes hid his sadness with a shield of anger. His cold stare penetrating my soul gave me the impression he was angry at me, but the pain that he fought to hide with anger was telling me he was mad at something else, someone else.

Harry left, slamming the door close. The bell ringing followed shortly after the slamming of the door. As much as I wanted to go after him and ask what was wrong, I decided not to and headed to class. I stared down at the floor as I walked to Maths. I felt all of the people's eyes on me, but I couldn't care less. All I could think about was Harry and what he had said.

"She's my sister!"

I could tell Zayn and Liam were worried during Maths, but they didn't push it.

*

I shut my locker close and headed for the exit. I pushed the door open and saw Amar leaning on the wall with her arms crossed and a foot propped up.

"We need to talk." She said then grabbed my arm and dragged me back inside the locker rooms.

"You can't be in here, Janice," Ramon tells her.

"I'm here to talk to my friend, not try to get a peek at your tiny dick," Amar replied, giving him a daring look.

Ramon scoffed. "Whatever."

I chuckled as he left the locker rooms.

She slapped my chest. "What the hell did you do? Styles is gone."

I raised an eyebrow. "Why didn't you tell me you were Harry's sister?"

Shock filled her eyes, but she was quick to hide it and chuckled. "Who told you that ridiculous lie?"

I shook my head and clenched my jaw. "Don't lie. I know it's true. He told me."

She dropped the act and squinted her eyes at me then shook her head. "No, he wouldn't just tell you. You must've provoked him."

"I kept urging him to tell me why he would inform you about his past. He got furious and just blurted it."

"Were you yelling at him?" I nodded. "He told you about our father, right?"

"Yeah, he was still vague, but I got the point. He's a psychopath."

She sighed. "Go talk to my brother."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What am I missing?"

She shook her head. "That's his story to tell, not mine."

"What about Coach?" I pointed toward the back door that leads to the field.

"Don't worry about it. There's a sub."

With that piece of information, Amar and I changed into our regular clothes and left.

*

Amar pulled her keys out and opened the door to Harry's flat. Well, I guess it's their flat because they both lived there.

"Amar, I told you to stay at school, but as long as you're here, you could go back to Jay's house to pick up any other stuff you want to pack," Harry said as he moved boxes around