I Love You. [h.s]

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Five years later.
Thursday 30th January, 2014.
8:27pm, Westfield Shopping Centre, London.

"Thank you for shopping with us, Mr Styles." The cashier, Martha, happily exclaimed as she handed me the two gift bags. "Have a nice night." I replied, giving her a wave before leaving the PANDORA jewellery shop.

My birthday was coming up and since I was going to Holmes Chapel, I decided to gift Mum and Gemma each to a charm bracelet. It took me a whole hour to pick which charms I wanted for which bracelet. Each needed to be picked with love and care, symbolising my love and care towards the two most important women in my life. I didn't care if it was my birthday, they deserved to be more spoilt than me.

I shivered as the cold enveloped me completely, my feet jogging and picking up the pace so that I could get to my car faster. The whole parking lot seemed empty, a small amount of cars just scattered around as the moon started to fully show. Stars peeked out too, looking their most beautiful and brightest.

"Finally." I breathed, shutting the car door behind me as I got comfortable in the drivers seat of my Range Rover. Good old Rory had been my best friend since I got him, always being there when I needed him.

For a late night drive or a quick trip to my local Tesco, Rory was always there.

It may seem weird to some people, especially my Mum(she calls me a loony), that I named my car but hey, I'm actually grateful for him.

My hand raised to lightly pat the steering wheel, "you deserve more credit, Rory."

A few moments of silence between my best friend and I was rudely interrupted by my lovely(at times, Gemma was just plain stubborn and slightly irritating) big sister. "Hello, baby brother." I sighed with irritation, but quickly masking it with a cheery "Hi Gem!"

"Yeah, yeah, I hate you too. Anyway, expect some scissors for your birthday." My eyebrows furrowed, thinking as to why my sister was giving me such an out of place gift. "Why, my lovely big sister?" I asked, my voice still having a polite tone to it.

This was Gemma's way of keeping me anticipated towards her remarkable gifts(the best thing I ever got was my first pair of white converse at thirteen), by masking it with the world's most weirdest and abnormal.

But hey, that was Gemma for you.

"I'm gonna chop your hair off. It's annoying." I could feel her evil smirk and just imagine her doing the evil witch cackle, immediately sending a shiver through my spine. "Please don't." I quietly plead, going along with her joke(or so I hoped it was).

After a few seconds of muteness, I heard her do a rather dramatic sigh. "Ugh, fine, I'm letting you off because it's your birthday. Anywayyyyy, how does it feel to nearly be twenty?" She starts off dramatic and ends it on a light note.

"Slightly down to be leaving my teen years but hey, more drinks for me in England." I joked, my sister laughing on the other side. "Please, you still have to drink apple juice in the U.S." She sniggered, a pout making its way onto my lips.

"Gemmmmmmmmm." I groaned, turning the corner into my street. The street looked absolutely solemn, not a car in movement and a body in sight. "Fine, I'll sneak you a beer when I visit you on tour there." I muttered curses under my breath, the car engine stopping as I parked in the driveway.

"Wait, why are you in the car?" Sisters were made to be secret Satans, mine obviously Is. Hell, just take her back.

"I'm shopping before I leave for Cheshire. Problem?" I sassed, but quickly regretting as the Gemma-conda hissed. "Yes actually, sure you might be a teenage millionaire and yes I envy you at times, but bro, be grateful you're getting gifts. You're gonna have to spend money from here to there when you're married and have a dozen kids. I'd save up if I were you." I muttered again, my sister not taking to account that I was spending my money on her.

"I have years left before I find a girl, Gem." I juggled my phone between my ear and shoulder, opening the door to my quiet home. "Or find the one that left years ago." I stopped mid action of locking the front door, not expecting for those words to leave my sister's mouth.

It's been five years.

Five years since I saw her go in that car, no goodbye or explanation. From that day, I couldn't give love another chance. To have your heart ripped apart, knowing that the one true person you loved had left, hurt me too much.

I squeezed my eyes closed, the memories rushing back. The day I met her, the day I asked her to be my friend, the day I kissed her when we were only six, the day I asked her to be my girlfriend, the day I told her I loved her and the day we gave ourselves to each other.

It just hurt knowing that she might be loved, or loving, another man.

And that man wasn't me.

"That's crossing the limit, Gem." I sighed frustratingly, my feet padding to the kitchen as I turned the lights on as I went. "I don't care, all I know is that she might be waiting for you. Somewhere, someday, you'll find her. I know it." I didn't know why, but for some reason, I wanted to hold onto that little hope my sister had voiced time and time again.

She'd been telling me that for the last five years, making me cling to that little hope. And I hoped it was true.

And then reality hits.

"Answers could be knocking on your door, Harry. You just need to go and see where it leads you." Creepily and coincidently, the doorbell rang through my house. "Gemma, you didn't send someone, did you?" My sister immediately denied, questions arising within my head.

Who the heck was it?

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A/N: goddamn, Gemma's That's So Raven.

God... What I'd do to be psychic.

Anyway, ended the chapter on a rather creepy note but don't worry, baby Styles making her way downtown in the next ;)

See YA for now,

sophie xoxo

||Posted On Saturday 16th May, 2015||