the girls of the boys

gemma's

"Never." He replied smelling her hair and smiling. Zayn grabbed all the coats from the closet and distributed them. Walking out Louis' door we walked towards his little mint car and piled in, Zayn called shotgun so Harry, Becca, Kirsten, and I sat in the back. Louis said we would be there in ten minutes, however then Harry stuck his face into the front seat and said, "Gemma's house is fifteen miles away Lou, how do you plan to get there so fast?"

"Hah, please, we'll be there in fifteen." Louis stated smiling at Harry through the rearview mirror and quickly pulling out of the driveway with a squeal of rubber left behind. Tearing down Hunington we pulled onto Ollie and almost went on two wheels. We had easily surpassed eighty and were still increasing speed, every slight turn I fell into Becca and Kirsten. Finally after nearly getting carsick Louis was laughing hysterically and pulled into a little white doubly wide with yellow shutters and an abundance of house plants lining the path walk.

We all got out of the car and wobbled a bit at first, I looked at Louis and smiled with an I[know-what-you-just-did-and-I-am-not-happy-but-I-still-love-you look. Walking up beside me after locking his car he laced his fingers into mine and we walked up the path walk hand in hand. Kirsten and Harry followed our example and Zayn carried Becca on his back because walking was "too mainstream" she had said. Before Harry even lifted the knocker the door swung open and there stood Gemma Styles, Her hair was in a loose fishtail and she had a Christmas sweater on.

"Brother!" She beamed stepping out into the cold to hug him. He returned her hug and smiled at her.

"Come in! Come in! It's freezing out there!" She exclaimed shivering herself before closing the door behind Zayn.

We walked in and were hit with a wall of cinnamon and chocolate smell. I blinked a few times and looked at Louis who was smiling knowingly at me. I blushed and grinned that we knew each other so well. I glanced up as Ashton Irwin crossed the living room holding a tray with blue and white china and cookies. We all followed him into the living room and looked to find a place to sit.Three leather couches sat facing one another, Zayn and Becca took up one, Ashton claimed one for Gemma and himself, and Louis sat on the other patting the seat for me. Kirsten sat down next to me and looked at Harry offering a little room for him to squeeze in but before he sat Gemma swooped in and pulled him to her couch.

"I have missed you so much, you can't come to my house and not sit with me," she smiled at him looking at him as though she had significant authority.

"Sorry Gem," he mumbled in response looking at Kirsten who had her eyebrows raised in confusion. Zayn sat on the couch his legs dangling while Becca draped hers over his leaning into his shoulder as he put his arm around her. Louis was somewhere else, absent mindedly biting his nail looking in the direction of her hall closet.

We ate some nicely baked crescent rolls and drank tea and hot chocolate while talking and catching up with Gemma and Ashton. Kirsten was telling a funny story about how Harry had tripped on stage nearly falling into the blood-thirsty fans.

"So he started falling like off the stage and was like still singing but his voice was more off key and-"

"Harry remember when Kendall laughed too loudly at a concert and some of the fans heard her?!" Gemma cut in laughing and covering her mouth as though this was the biggest news.

"Uh no not really," Harry replied glancing at Kirsten who had just stopped her story altogether. Her eyes were flat nad she blankly stared at Gemma who was yammering about how she and Ashton had gone to the pool and they were just "swarmed by dozens of fans" and how "it was the craziest thing" and "totally unexpected." Kirsten took to biting her nails and triple checking her cuticles.

We spent the majority of the afternoon this was, Kirsten would start talking and Gemma would jump in with a "better" story about Kendall or some other ex-girlfriend of Harry's.

"Gemma. A word." Harry said sternly after about three hours.

"Course, brother dear!" She smiled rising with him and ushering him out of the living room where Kirsten was nibbling on another cookie.

Standing adjacent from the living room doors, "Harry, I don't want you seeing that girl," Gemma said insistently crossing her arms over her chest. Gemma was standing over Harry who was sitting on the couch his hands folded and his elbows resting on his knees.He glanced up at her and raised his eyebrows.

"Harry, I'm serious, she isn't what you need, she won't satisfy you in the long run," Gemma said persistently.

"Gem, who are you to tell me that, you've been fine with every other girlfriend, what's your deal?" Harry asked, a bit of an edge to his tone.

"Harry, don't see her anymore. I'm your sister, I know you better than anyone, listen to me."

"Why? Are you saying that you know me more than I know myself? Gemma I don't want to fight with you over her but you're going to have to accept her, because I love her."

"Her?" Gemma spat. "Her. Some random girl who had a psycho-crush on One Direction, wins a contest, Harry Styles falls for her and all of a sudden it's love? Please little brother, that's not how it goes." Harry ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

"Gem, I don't have time for this right now, I really like Kirsten and if you don't that's your problem . . ." his voice fading as he checked the time on his phone and rising from the couch.

"You'll regret not taking my advice you naive little boy . . ." Gemma spat crossing her arms over her sweater.

"Bye sis," Harry said giving her a stiff kiss on the cheek before shoving his phone into his pocket and walking out of the room. Kirsten jumped backwards at Harry's angry walk past her and he stopped turning around he just looked at her.

"Did you hear all that?" he asked compassion heavy in his voice. Taking both her hands in his, he said, "You heard what I said to her though, you are perfect, I love your height, your personality, and most of all your lips," he smiled winking at her and giving her a quick but tender peck on the lips. She giggled and held onto one of his hands after he dropped hers.

"Where are the others?" She asked, still blushing.

"Living room I assume," He replied looking off into the distance.

"Okay well are we going or what?" she asked with underlying impatience.

"Yeah, let's get the others," he said walking into the living room where I was telling a story about American traditions. Gemma hadn't returned to the living room yet and Harry announced our visit was over. We all rose gathered our things and Harry bid farewell to Gemma and Ashton.

"Where to now?" asked Zayn straining to see out the window.