Stuck [Harry Styles]

Two

"Excuse me for a minute," Gemma spoke breaking the weird silence in the room, she smiled at everyone. Although she glared when she looked at me, she kept her smile. "Harry, can I talk to you? In private." 

She walked away as I took Ramona's hand and pulled her with me. "Harry, what are you doing?"

"You're coming with me."

"Why?"

"I'm not going to let her kill me," I said as we entered my old room. Ramona closed the door behind her and I glanced at Gemma, she was sitting on my bed looking at the floor. She stood up and crossed her arms with an angry expression.

"Gemma-"

"Before you kill me, I didn't know she was your photographer," I cut Ramona off. She was going to calm her down, but I thought saying that would calm down my own sister. It looked like I was dead wrong.

"Really?! Out of all the woman, you chose her?!" She raised her voice.

"Hey! I'm sorry, okay!"

"What am I going to do now?"

"Um, let her be your photographer?"

"Um, when you break up with her, she will leave, you dickhead!" Ramona stood beside her and sighed.

"Gemma, calm down." She put her hand on Gemma's shoulder. "Harry, didn't know. I didn't know it was her when I saw her either."

"Wait," She looked at Ramona with wide eyes. "You knew?"

"I said, I didn't know it was her when I saw her for the first time!" Ramona explained.

"It's true, I only told Ramona her name." Gemma groaned, then sat down again.

"I hate you." 

"I love you too, sister." I did hear her, although she mumbled it. I tried to lighten up the mood and smiled.

"I said, I hate you!" She screamed making me groan. She was making a big deal out of it, she could leave her as the photographer. Even if I broke up with her, that was her job. She wouldn't leave because of me.

Even if she did, Gemma could find another photographer, there are millions who would take the job.

"You can find another photographer," I said.

"When?! How can I? The damn wedding is next week!"

"I can be your photographer," I offered. I was trying to be a good brother.

"Sorry to ruin your moment here, but your obsession with Camera's won't help your case," I chuckled at what Ramona said. 

If she only knew the photos I took of her- secretly- since we met till now. It might sound creepy, but true. I have always took sneaky cute photos of her, it was the only thing I got to call mine. 

She hated selfies and always thought she looked bad in photos. Although the camera didn't capture her full beauty like in real life, but she always looked beautiful and flawless.

"Well, there is an idea."

"Spill it!" Gemma said desperately to Ramona.

"Harry, don't break up with her until the wedding is over." I sighed.

"But I can't stay for that long. She is not annoying, but I think that she thinks we are meant to be and serious."

"What do you mean?" Gemma asked.

"I mean I have to. This time, I really have to."

"I don't care, but just hold your break up until my wedding day, okay?"