My Life as Gemma Styles

Gemma is my role model, so I thought Id right this. I am NOT Gemma Styles (: Im not British so I dont know what their currency is or what they call things (ex; chips for fries, trousers for pants, etc.)

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“Harry! Give it back!” I shouted to my brother. Yeah, my brother. Gemma here. I’m Harry’s older sister. “Not until you give me my Jack Wills shirt back!” He shouted back, locking himself in the bathroom, along with my beloved cell phone. “I’m washing it! It won’t be done until five o’clock!” I retorted, and let out a laugh. We never fought, just little things like this, “mini wars” as we call them. Harry snickered as he let himself out, passing over my phone. “Why thank you, baby brother.” I said, knowing it bugs him. He playfully punched my arm, laughing at my fake shock.

“Kids! Quit fooling around and come down for dinner!” My mother shouted from downstairs. Harry and I stumbled down the stairs, smelling the delicious homemade pasta. This was our life before Harry auditioned for the X Factor. I’ll get to that in a moment.

“Thanks, Mum,” we said in unison. She ruffled our hair and went downstairs to finish up the laundry. “This is so good. Why doesn’t she cook it more often?” I stated, wiping my cheek with a napkin. “I don’t know. But she should,” Harry replied, half-joking. “Hey, Gem, can I talk to you while Mum’s downstairs?” He added, sounding somewhat nervous.

I smiled and ruffled his hair, and replied. “Of course, Harry.” He smiled, allowing his two dimples to show.

“Well…I was thinking-” He was cut off by my mother coming upstairs and taking our now empty dishes. I looked at him, mentally saying “We’ll talk later.”

“Dinner was amazing, Mum. As always. Thanks,” I said, jumping up to hug her. “Thanks, Gemma.” She returned the hug. I smiled as I turned and trotted up the stairs, heading toward my room. Quickly charging my phone, I decided to log onto Twitter.

Scrolling through my mentions, I was glad to see that my Gemmanators were sticking up for me. Gosh, I love them so much. My smile only grew as I saw what Harry had just tweeted. “@ItsMrStyles: Another amazing meal with my wonderful sister, @GemmaAnneStyles.”

I chuckled at his name, it was so random, but accurate. I knew my baby brother would chose something like that though, it’s just how he is.

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BTW, I know thats not his twitter. (:

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