Styles' Baby Sister

Chapter One

Harry's POV

"Okay, okay mum, Paul says that's okay, but are you sure? Eve's a bit...a bit of a handful. Do you really think we could look after her? Okay, I'll look after her, I promise. Love you, mum."

I put the phone down and sighed. This was going to be a tough tour.

Eve's POV

Drugs.Alcohol.Cigarettes.

These are things I've known about since I was 10. 'Don't take this, don't take that, it's very bad'. But I'm not one of those kids who get scared and don't touch any of it. When I was fourteen, I was offered my first shot. I took it and drank it like it was water. A few months later, I was offered drugs. Again, I took it straight away. Cigarettes. My weak point. Everything about it is disgusting. The smoke. the taste, the smell. Ew.

"Eve Annabel Styles! Get your lazy arse down the stairs now!" my sister Gemma shouted, snapping my out of a trance.

"Gemma! Language!" my mum scolded,as I walked in.

Sitting down, I picked up my phone and scrolled through Twitter. I was still getting mentions through from 'Directioners' saying; 'Hope @babystyles is better now!', 'Praying for @babystyles,hope she pulls through x' It was like I was in a coma or something. Not like I was in rehab for six months for anorexia, depression, self-harm and drug abuse, the real story.

"Eve! Mum wants you!" Gemma shouted from the kitchen. I pulled myself up, and proceeded into the kitchen, seeing my sister and mother both seated at the table.

"Eve honey? Take a seat," my mum said, gesturing to the empty chair. My eyes widened,but I sat down.

"We all know your behaviour has been a bit...out of control recently, and it's not acceptable!"she said her voice getting louder and louder. She cleared her throat and started again.

"Sorry baby, I just worry about you all the time and because no school in the area will take you, you're left alone all day. Now, you know I trust you 100%, but you're only 17 and I don't want anything to happen again, you know?" I know exactly what she meant. Drinking. Drugs. Cutting.

"So,"she continued,"I am sending you-well,not sending you, that's maybe the wrong words-you are going to live with Harry and his bandmates on tour!"She finished, looking pleased with herself. She probably spent all day working on that. She knows I could blow at any second.And that's what I'm going to do.

"WHAT! NOOO MUM I HATE HARRY'S BANDMATES! THEY ARE ALL SELF-CENTERED SILLY IMMATURE DISGUSTING CREATURES! I'M STAYING HERE!" I yelled, standing up.

"No Eve, you are going, and that is the end of that!" my mum shouted as I walked out of the room. I ran upstairs and started frantically packing a small bag. I texted my friend Alli to stay for the night.

From: Eve

can I stay at yours? major family trouble

From: Alli

Sure. What happened?

From: Alli

Tell you when I get to yours Xx

From: Alli

Okay. Got a pizza on,love you Xx

From: Eve

You are a star! Love you too Xx

I was about to leave when the door opened.

"Eve?" It was Gemma. Great.

She sat down on my bed and pulled me down with her. "Mum's doing this for your own good baby. I promise the boys won't be as bad as you think. They're actually nice lads." I bust out laughing. "Okay, you might not think that, but I promise, baby, that you will have fun. Girls all over the world would die to be in your place. Think about it positively. You'll be able to make all the horrible girls at your school jealous!" She said.

"Gem? I don't go to school," I reminded her.

"Oh,yeah! Then make all the horrible girls that you know jealous. They're sluts anyway." She whispered, even though we were the only two in the room.

"I'll remember that. But I'm staying at Alli's tonight, just to clear my head and think straight. Okay?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You can't drink and think straight, Eve. I know that's all you do at Alli's."she stated disapprovingly.

"Oh don't go all 'Protective Big Sister' mode on me. After I've had a drink,I can think straight in the morning."

"Fine then, you can go. Just don't tell mum that you'll be drinking."she sighed,hugging me.

Dammit. My mum must have told her to come round to persuade me, she could never do that herself. Clever one, you are.

I noticed the front door was open when I got to the stairs. I saw pair of shoes walking in. Tight black jeans. A white shirt. Tattooed arms.Oh no. Unmisstakable green eyes much like my own and his signature brown curls.

Harry was home.

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Hope you enjoyed the first chapter!

I might update again tonight or maybe monday x