My Sister is Harry Styles's 'Girlfriend'

Chapter 5

(Hannah's POV)

Another sleepless night to add to the list.

Sometimes I feel like I suffer from insomnia.

It's not like I want to sleep.

I just feel like if I sleep I might miss something.

I'm hungry.

I glance at the time.

8 am.

Well, I guess I'll start my day.

I lock my phone and put in my pocket before going downstairs.

I go into the kitchen to find Kenzie making waffles.

That's weird. She seldom makes waffles, unless there's bad news to tell.

"Waffles." I comment as I sit on the kitchen island.

Who needs chairs when you could sit anywhere you want.

"Good morning." She says without turning around.

"Yeah. Morning." I say.

She then turns around and her face turns into a  scolding expression.

"Get off the island." She says.

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

"Good one, Mack. You should become a lawyer."

"Ha ha ha.  Seriously, get off the island."

"Fine." I groan and get off.

She then places two plates and we sit down to eat.

"So... What's the bad news?" I ask.

"Hmm?" She asks.

"What's the bad news? You only make waffles when you have bad news to tell."

"Why'd you say that?"

"Just spill the beans."

"Mom and Dad won't be able to make it for your birthday."

Again?!

"Cool." I say, take the waffles, and go up to my room.

It's like they don't have another daughter. It's Mackenzie's birthday, they come from half way around the world and have the biggest party.

It's my birthday, they don't even remember. Mackenzie reminds them and they send me a gift.

Amazing. Well, at least I get a gift. And waffles.

I sigh as I eat the rest of the waffles.

After finishing, I open my phone and go on Twitter. 

I decide to give it a shot for the thousandth time.

"@luke5sos my birthday is in 4 days. It would mean the world to me if you notice me. I love you so much." I then press tweet.

It would be a dream come true if I he just notices me. I love Luke so much. Luke for me, is like Louis for Maria.

Then again, I'm only a normal 17 year old. He'll never notice me.

I get the plate and go down into the kitchen.

"At seven?... Ok. I'll see you then... Uh... I don't know yet. What do you want to eat?... Mac n' Cheese?... Ok. Sure... Bye." I hear Mack say as I rinse the plate before putting it in the dishwasher.