I got into the backseat of Harry's car and slammed the door shut. Shortly Liam ran from the front and slide into the passenger front seat before Harry accelerated and drove down the road.
There was an odd tension in the car that I couldn't quite wrap my head around. Maybe it was because I was there.
"Where are we going?" I asked silently. Harry's eyes caught mine but he looked away quickly. He seemed to be nervous and hadn't spoken one word since we got in. There was a line of sweat that had formed on his temple and his pigment was ghostly pale.
"I have another place in London." Liam mumbled while scrolling through his phone. I couldn't see since his brightness was all the way down to probably not allow me to see. "Hopefully we don't get attacked like last time."
"Yeah hopefully." Harry suddenly spoke. There was an edge to his voice and I furrowed my eyebrows.
I didn't know what the hell was going on and I didn't know if I wanted to. Liam ignored what Harry said and continued to scroll through his phone.
I stared outside my window and my mind went back to last night's events.
"Pizza is here." Liam yelled as I appeared out of the bedroom after having a shower. My hair was wrapped around the white towel and I was wearing a new pyjama that Harry had went out and brought when I was on my period.
I seated myself next to Liam and grabbed a slice and dropped it onto the plate that Liam had placed in front of me.
"Harry told me you were on a strict diet." I mumbled through a mouthful. "For your heart." I explained further as I watched him devour his slice.
"I try to be.." he said between mouthfuls. "It's so hard when things like this exists." He referred to the pizza and grabbed himself another slice.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand trying to get rid of the oil that laced my lips from the pizza. "Liam.. I was actually really worried when you were at the hospital" I begun. It had been eating away at my chest not telling him that I was actually worried. Because I cried all night when we got home. I had that huge rant inside my head while we were at the after admitting him in. I was afraid I'd never get to be the sister he's always wanted.
"I'm sorry for treating you so unfairly.."
He raised his brows and stopped eating. "What do you mean?" He asked quietly.
"About mum. You always tried to tell me she wasn't a good mother to you but I always shut you down. I'm sorry. I understand that she wasn't there for you but.. she was for me so I think that's why it was a little hard to hear those awful things coming from you.."
"When you were at the hospital I couldn't help but think that what happened to you was somehow my fault. I thought you were going to die and that.. I couldn't be the sister you wanted.. I came to the realisation that.. you had been wronged all your life.. you didn't deserve what you went through."
"But I'm not totally forgiving you here. You kidnapped me. Mentally and physically abused me and you terrify me. You threaten me and... Liam you nearly had me raped and I can... never forgive you for that." I shook my head and a tear slowly rolled down my eye.
"What I'm trying to do here is form.. some sort of relationship. To start everything over. I won't forget what you have done to me but I can try and heal from it because.. that's all I can do.."
I had told him everything that was on my mind last night. It felt like a weight had been lifted off from me. And all it took was a near death experience for Liam for me to realise all this and have the courage to tell him that.
They were baby steps at least. There was still a whole lot more for us to overcome. But we were getting there. I don't think that things could ever be normal between us like other siblings because frankly we weren't normal. But I needed to have a more open mind if things were going to work between us.
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Kinda a boring chapter sorry but it had to be written.
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