I just need to clear something up. Harry did NOT kill his family, he just found the knife. Also, his sister was mentioned in that chapter when he said he went into her room and she was gone but there was blood everywhere. If you still are unsure of something, you can comment, post on my message board, or inbox me and I will respond as soon as I can. xx

“Who’s Mel?” Gabby asked as she walked into the bedroom with a sticky note in her hand.

My heart leaped at the mention of her name.

“What are you talking about?”

“This note was on the door. It says ‘I know what happened to Mel’ and then there’s an address to meet them at and a time.”

This can’t be real. If it is, then that means that…

“Who is she, Harry?” Gabby asked again, tearing me out of my thoughts.

“She’s my sister.”

“I thought she…”

“Went missing? Yeah, she did.”

Gabby came over to me and took my hand in hers, “Are you okay?”

I nodded, looking down at the ground until she brought her other hand against my cheek and my eyes met hers.

“Don’t lie to me. If something’s bothering you, I want to know.”

“I’m fine, I just don’t like the fact that someone’s trying to mess with me about my family when I already know they’re gone…all of them.”

She stood on her tiptoes and brought her lips to mine. I placed my hands on her waist once she let go of my hand to bring hers to the other side of my jaw. I pulled her closer against me as the kiss deepened.

We pulled apart; making me want to just press my lips back against hers. I decided not to; I don’t want to rush her into this if she’s not ready.

She looked down before slowly pulling out of my grasp and going to the opposite side of the bed. I observed her, confused by her silence.

Her back was facing me as she pulled her shirt off over her head and stepped out of her jeans. When she began to turn around, I looked away so she didn’t think I was staring.

“Are you staying up?” she asked.

I looked back over at her and she was sitting in the bed with the duvet covering her lower half, but she was only wearing a red lace bra on her top half.

Jesus. She needs to stop wearing lace. I had to look away before I had any other reaction to the material. It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s that I fucking love it and we’re trying to take this slow, but that makes it harder for me.

“No, I just have to text Louis back,” I told her.

After I did just that, I glanced back over at the bed and saw Gabby laying on her side and facing the wall opposite of me. She’s always so beautiful even when she isn’t trying.

I got under the covers next to her after getting out of my shirt and jeans. Hopefully she doesn’t mind that I don’t have pyjamas. She is sleeping in her bra and panties anyway, so I guess it doesn’t matter.

For a while I just laid there looking up at the ceiling and trying to stop thinking about that note. I know I shouldn’t believe it because I could get crushed by finding out what happened to her. But at the same time I wonder if it’s possible that she is still alive.

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