Unexpected (Harry Styles Fan-Fiction)

Chapter 22- For You'r Own Good

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Song: Sister to a Brother by Rob Finlay

Gemma's POV

I went up to my room and slammed the door shut. While sitting on my bed, I look at the picture on my dresser of Harry and I not to long ago. (A/N: Pic on sidebar :) Why can't we be like that right now? Oh yeah...

'This is Charlotte, my girlfriend from uni' was all that replayed in my head ever since I left the living room.

I can't believe Harry! Bringing a girl home for the holiday, what is he thinking? Doesn't she have some where else to be? Who does she think she is? It feels like every time I turn around, my little brother has another love interest. I don't like how his relationships goes. The girl always hurts him and he is an emotional guy. I don't want this girl hurting my little brother. He doesn't need her, or anyone for that matter.

"Gemma?" I heard Harry's voice through the door. "Can I speak to you please?"

I groan in disapproval, but I do get up from my bed and open the door. I still have my attitude from when I first walked in. Harry's body language is calm but his eyes show...anger? Why is he angry? Did I hurt his little girlfriends feelings? Poor girl.

"What do you want Harold?"

"What is up with you? Why do you always do this?" Harry said, keeping his anger in. I just stand there by the door. I really don't want to deal with this right now. I roll my eyes at him and close the door, but it doesn't close. Looking toward the door, Harry stops it from closing.

"You can't talk to Charlotte like that Gemma! She didn't do anything to you! You didn't even get it a chance to know who she is. Mum-"

"Of course mum loves her Harry! And I bet you love her too don't you?"

Harry breaks from his anger and smiles slightly showing his dimples. He smiles at the ground and rubs the back of his neck. I have never see him do that before.

"I do Gemma. I do love Charlotte. When I ran into her at the airport 4 months ago, I couldn't stop thinking about her. From that day on, she has been on my mind. She's...different." His cheeks flush a pink color. What the fuck? Is he really blushing?

"Please, gag me with a spoon. She is going to be like all the other girls you have been with. She is going to end up hurting you, Harry." I'm so pissed off! Fuck!

"No. She. Won't. She is too hurt to be able to do that to someone else, let alone me. If you got to know who she is and what she has been though, you might understand her," he says standing up for her. I don't understand. Why is he defending her? "She told mum about herself; her childhood, her family-everything. Mum started crying and held Charlotte while she cried wit her. Mum understands her."

"I don't have to get to know her or know what she had been though to know anything! She only wants you for your money and probably even worse, your body. Did you ever think about that?" I yell at him. I know I'm right. I'm always right!

"She isn't like that! Char didn't know about my money till I picked her up in my Audi! That's when I told her about my job and saving my money," he says, his anger is back, "And as far as you last statement...that is non of you'r concern."

So that is what she wants or has had. Now I'm more upset than I was 5 minutes ago.

"Well I hope she is happy with her slutty little-" All I felt was a smack on my face. When I look up, I was supposed to be seeing Harry, but it wasn't him who hit me, it was my mum.