My Sister's Boyfriend (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

The Calm Before the Storm (Ch 1)

 I love him…

I woke up to my alarm clock going off. I sat up and looked out the window. It was clear and sunny, a rare combination in London. Today was the day; I could feel it. I was going to tell him. I knew there was a chance he would reject me and it scared the hell out of me, but I couldn’t keep living like this. I just couldn’t keep bottling up my true feelings towards him; I had to know if he felt the same.  I stretched and got out of bed. I shuffled into the bathroom and turned on the shower. My bathroom was an average size. It had cream tile flooring, a glass encased shower in the corner with a silver towel rack on the wall next to it with purple and cream towels, and a white toilet right next to the sink. There was a huge mirror on the wall above the sink. The sink counter was filled with my makeup and other beauty products because I was too lazy to put them away. I stripped and jumped in the shower. The warm water cascading down my back, soothing me for the day that was about to come. I finished rather quickly and turned off the water. I wrapped myself in a towel and got out. I stood in front of the mirror staring at my reflection. My brown hair reached just below my shoulders and when it was dry it had a slight wave to it. My eyes were brown and dull. My skin was pale, a little too pale for my liking but there isn’t much sun here. I was in shape and had some curves. I was average. Why would he want you when he can have someone ten times prettier? I dashed those thoughts from my mind. I couldn’t think like that, not today. I went out and picked out a long cream knitted jumper with dark jeans and black converse. I finished getting dressed, putting on some light makeup, and my hair into a loose side braid. My phone buzzed, it was from him.

See you soon :)

These past couple of years have been crazy. I should probably tell you who he is; He is my best friend, Harry. Yeah the Harry Styles from One Direction. We been best friends since the day I moved to Holmes Chapel from California when I was ten. I was sitting under a tree, all alone, feeling sorry for myself, when he came up to me and sat down next to me. We started talking and the rest is history. I was there for it all, the audition, the creation of One Direction, them losing the X-Factor, and when they got their record deal. I became good friends with all of the boys, Louis probably the most, besides Harry of course. I had other friends who were girls, but we weren’t as good friends as I was with the boys. Being friends with the boys, I did get hate, but I tried to not let it get to me. Also not having a twitter helped some. I was too lazy to have a Twitter and I just never really got the point of it. When Harry moved to London, my family soon followed because of my mom’s job. I’m currently eighteen and I have not been in love with him for that long, I only found out my feelings for him last year. I don’t know why, it was just a typical day we were on his couch watching a movie. I looked over at him and then BAM!! I had an epiphany. I loved him. I tried to tell myself it wasn’t true, dating a couple of guys just to get my mind off him, but it all led back to him. I had a chance to tell him three months ago, but I chickened out. I was not going to chicken out again. The only people who knew I felt this way about Harry was my mom and Louis. I spilled everything to him, I just couldn’t help it and I needed help from someone that wasn’t my mother. I looked around my room making sure I had everything (A/N: Attached is a picture of Allie’s room.) and walked out. I climbed down the stairs and went to the kitchen. Our kitchen had black cabinets with silver handles, a silver fridge, stove, and sink, and black countertops. We had a bar with black stools that connected the kitchen to the dining room. My mom and sister were sitting on the stools, fawning over some cookbook.

“Bye Mom, Bye Jess.” I called out to them. I started walking to the door. “Where are you going?” My mom asked. I stopped in my tracks.

“To the park with Harry.”

My sister eyed me suspiciously. What’s wrong with her? She was my fraternal twin. Every time we told people we were twins no one believed us, because we looked nothing alike. She had sleek black hair that matched my dad’s, tan skin, and my mother’s green eyes. She was absolutely stunning and could get any boy she wanted. Our personalities were complete opposites, she was loud and outspoken, while I was quiet and shy. I partied but she partied harder. I was socially awkward and she was well a social butterfly. I couldn’t figure out sometimes why the boys had become friends with me in the first place. The one bad thing about my sister was that she could be a real bitch. I love her more then anything and I know that she means well, but she doesn’t stop until she gets what she wants. She has trampled me a few times and I just let her because well I guess I didn’t really care about it.