Secrets Better Left Untold (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

"So, you live around here?" Harry asks. I know that he's just trying to make conversation so that it isn't too awkward between us as we walk down the quiet street.

"Um, yeah, I do." I respond. "My friend Jessica and I have an apartment around the corner."

"Ah, Jessica, the friend you were looking for at my party the other night."

"Yes, that's the one." I smile and then think about what he said. "Wait, your party?"

He lets out a small laugh as we continue walking. "Yeah. I throw them every once in awhile. It's nothing." He shrugs, and I think back to what Jessica said about some guy throwing them at someone else's house.

"So, is that your house?"

"Um...sort of." He answers awkwardly.

"Sort of?" I ask with a giggle.

"It's complicated." He snaps. Something about his tone changes right away.

"Got it. I know complicated." I try to keep the conversation going, but he doesn't say anything else.

We continue our walk in silence, and I don't understand why. I don't know what I said, but something about the conversation made Harry upset.

We finally reach the end of the alleyway, and I expect him to go the other way but he keeps following me. I slow down as we start approaching my apartment and turn to face him.

"Well, this is me." I say awkwardly. "Thanks for walking me home."

"Yeah, it's no problem." He gives me a small smile. "I'll see you around." He says casually.

"Yeah, I'll see you." I nod before turning and walking up the steps.

When I get inside, I look out the window to get one last glimpse, but he's gone.

"Who was that?" Jessica's voice snaps me from my thoughts.

"Um...no one." I dodge her and walk quickly towards my room.

"Oh, come on. That was not 'no one.'" She follows me, catching my door before I can close it behind me.

"Yes it was. Just drop it." I blush, and I'm not sure why. It's not like anything happened, and nothing is going to happen.

"Fine. Whatever." She smirks at me before turning and walking out of my room. I sigh and sit down on my bed, letting my body fall back so that my head is resting on my pillow. I close my eyes and don't mean to fall asleep, but I do.

"No! Please, no! Don't take him!" I scream, but it's like no one can hear me.

I watch as the man in the dark uniform tightens the handcuffs and shoves my brother towards the car.

"Andrew! No!" I kick and scream, but Mr. White keeps a firm grip on my waist, keeping me from going after them.

How could this be happening? First my dad, and now Andrew. It's not fair, and all I want to do is cry.

I wake up crying and sweating...like usual. Every time I have this dream, it ends the same way. He doesn't come back. He won't ever come back.

***

I get out of the shower and hear the phone ringing. It keeps ringing, which means that Jessica either isn't home today or just doesn't feel like answering it. I quickly wrap a towel around myself and hurry down the hallway to the phone.

"Hello?" I ask, brushing my wet hair out of my face.

"Hi, this is Maya Richardson from the Kindness Animal Shelter. I'm calling for Miss Peters."