snapchat. ➳ h.s

chapter 2

Harry's POV

Niall and I were sitting on our desks with other students in the room, four minutes early for class, waiting for the teacher to come in. Niall was looking through people's Snapchat stories. I was watching him from behind his back, my chin resting on my arms on the desk top.

Niall stopped at Gemma's Snapchat story and I heard him do a little gasp. I rolled my eyes. He has this little, no huge, crush on my sister, Gemma, and I still have no idea why. She is such an annoying pain in the arse.

My sister and I don't have a good relationship. Ever since we were ten, all we ever did was argue. As we grew older, arguing turned to yelling, and yelling turned into silence. We never had a normal conversation for years, but, of course, we still did yell at each other and argue here and there. When she lived with my parents and I, I did multiple pranks on her, sometimes with my friends, just for fun. A few weeks ago, at the beginning of summer, she got sick of everything, well, sick of me and moved to London

Niall tapped on Gemma's Snapchat story.

"Hey, who's that girl beside Gemma?" I leaned in, and pointed on the girl that was pulling a silly, yet cute, face on the iPhone screen.

"She's alright, but do you see Gemma?" Niall sighed, lovesick, staring at my sister. Yuck. I rolled my eyes, smacking the back of Niall's head as he yelped, turning to me, rubbing it.

"Ow, what was that for?!"

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School had finished and I was pressed against the side of the car with Holly pressed against me with her arms wrapped around my neck and my hands gripping her waist. We were currently in a heated make out session before we let go of each other, but still pressed against each other.

"See you, babe." she said, before pecking my lips one more time, and skipped off to her friends. I climbed into my car, making my way home.

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I pressed the button on my car keys. My car responded with a beeping noise, signaling that it was locked. I walked up the steps to the front door, wanting to lie down in my bed.

"I miss summer." I sighed, talking to myself, as I inserted my key inside the door knob, twisting it open.

I swung open the door and closed it once I stepped inside and hung my jacket on the clothes hanger. I was making my way to the fridge when I spotted my mum and dad sitting on the dining table, looking like they were having a deep conversation. When they realized I walked in, they both looked at me with this serious look.

"Am I interrupting something here?"

"No, actually we need to talk." My mum replied, motioning to the empty chair beside them.

"What is it?" I asked, confused.

"Just sit, Harry." My dad said firmly. I sighed, plopping down on the seat next to my mum. My mum and dad stared at each other knowingly as I just sat there confused out of my mind, and a little bit worried. You could cut the tension here with a knife.

"You know we love you, Harry, right? And what we do to you is in order to help you." My mum said to me.

Oh no. Now I really need to know what's going on.