My Baby Sister

Chapter 1: The Baby

Hi guys.

So this is my first fan fiction so im sorry if its not that good.

Thanks

-S xxxx

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***HARRYS POV***

"Honey its time" my mum tells my dad while holding her swollen stomach in pain.

Excitement takes over me as i hear those words. Ever since Gemma died in a car accident 2 years ago i have been an only child.

I loved Gemma and even though i was only 4 when she left i remember every detail about her. She was the best big sister and she cared so much about me. I planned on treating my younger sibling like how she treated me.

"Harry get into the car! We need to take mum to the hospital" my dad shouts at me.

I only nod at him while walking out of the front door to the car while he helped my mum who was still grasping her stomach in pain.

I hated seeing her in pain but i know that it would soon be over.

They both make it into the car and my dad speeds of towards the hospital.

When we get there mum is rushed out of the car by dad and a few nurses and put into a wheelchair. She is wheeled of and i run after her scared of being left behind.

Her and dad are taken into a room with a doctor and a few nurses.

I try and go into the room as well but are held back by a doctor.

"You cant go in there son" he says to me in a kind tone.

"Why not?" i asked still confused and a little bit scared of being left alone with this stranger.

"Only Mums and Dads are allowed in there while the baby is being born, but you can go in afterwords" he says while leading me towards a few seats.

I sit down on a chair and he sits across from me.

"How old are you boy?" he asks while looking at me

"6"

"What is your name?"

"Harry"

"Well Harry i am Doctor Smith" he says with a proud voice. "Have you got any other brother and sisters Harry?"

I stiffen as soon as he says that. Memories of Gemma come flooding back into my mind and i fight to try and not let any tears escape my watery eyes.

"I did have and older sister but she died" i whisper

"I'm so sorry" he says while looking at me with sympathy in his eyes. 

"Its OK. It was two years ago"

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We continue to talk for a long time until my dad walks out of the room that my mum was wheeled into.

He looks over at me and smiles "Harry. There is someone in here that's wants to meet you"

Suddenly the excitement is taken over by nervousness as i follow him into the room.

In the corner of the room there is my mum siting on the bed while holding something small in her arms.

 I walk over to her and she looks up at me and smiles.

"Harry, say hello to your new baby sister" my dad says as he walks up behind me.

Sister? SISTER?! It was meant to be a boy. I was meant to have a baby brother. I didn't want a baby sister. I only wanted one sister and that sister was Gemma.

I look at the baby in my mums arms. She looks alot like Gemma and i didn't like that.

A few seconds later she opened her eyes and looks at me. She has huge green eyes but that didn't surprise me. Almost everybody in our family had green eyes.

"Look Harry. Shes looking at you" my mum squeals in delight.

"It was supposed to be a boy" i say while still looking into the baby's eyes, she just looks back.

"Well we didn't know what it was going to be sweetie" my mum giggles.

"I don't want a baby sister. I wanted a baby brother" i complain

"Harry don't be like that" my mum warns me.

"No! I only want Gemma to be my sister! Not that thing! I want a brother!" i say while my voice getting higher. My Mum opens her mouth about to say something but i interrupt her "I want Gemma" i scream while tears stream down my face.

I look over at the baby and she starts to cry. Good.

"Harry stop! We all know that you miss Gemma and we do to, but cant you at least be happy that you now have a sibling?" my dad says while my mum tries to stop the baby crying.

"What is it called?" i say rather rudely.

"She is called Charlotte Gemma Styles"

I looked at her with hatered.

"We thought that you would be happy having a little sister. I mean you got on so well with Gemma" my mums whisperers as she looks up at me. She has finally got the baby to stop crying and by the look of it she was asleep.

"That was Gemma though. Not Her" i growled as i pointed to 'The Thing'.

"Well then you will just have to deal with it then" my dad says sharply.

I looked at the baby again.

I would never love her.