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Chapter 9

-Grace-

Thanksgiving break is finally here and I'm so glad. School is wearing me out. Harry and I decided that we would spend it together. He's never really mentioned his family or his past to me, which is kind of strange. He's still a mystery to me, but that's okay. I learn new things about him every day.

Like yesterday, we were eating at a sub shop and I learned that his favorite sandwich is a peanut butter and banana. And of course the sandwich shop didn't serve that, so Harry had to practically threaten the waiter to make him add it to the menu. It was pretty funny actually. The waiter was like a whole head shorter than him, and the look on his face when Harry stood up was priceless.

I was debating whether or not to go home for Thanksgiving, but I decided against it. My parents still don't know I'm dating Harry and I really don't want to tell them. They wouldn't approve of it and I really don't want to deal with that. I just told them that I was sick. A little white lie never hurt anyone.

I was flipping through the channels this morning when something caught my attention. It was just some news channel, but they were talking about this girl who got released from jail a week ago. Her name was Gemma.

Then they showed a picture of her. She was so pretty. Maybe a little too pretty to be a criminal. She had light brown hair and green eyes. I recognized those eyes from somewhere. I just couldn't put my finger on it.

Harry.

They had the exact same emerald eyes. They look like they could be related.

"Gemma Styles was convicted of dealing illegal drugs to underaged minors," the tv announcer said.

Gemma Styles. Harry Styles.

I bet they're siblings. I wonder why he never told me he had a sister. Probably because she was in jail...

I'm so stupid sometimes.

-Harry-

Gemma was on every damn news channel I turned on. They don't need to be broadcasting her life. I'm her fucking brother and I haven't spoken to her in over 10 years.

She shouldn't of gone to jail. She didn't do anything wrong. It was her stupid boyfriend's fault. I never trusted him, but did she listen to me? No, of course not. No one listens to me. Except for that waiter at the sub shop yesterday. You should've seen his face when I stood up. He just ran away like a scared little puppy. I have that effect on people sometimes.

I hope I get to see Gemma soon. I miss her so much. She's the only family that I have.

-

I decided I would take Grace on our first "official" date. We've been out numerous times, but I never really asked her out on a date. Thanksgiving is tomorrow and we've just been hanging around campus all week, so I'll make this a pre-Thanksgiving dinner. We usually just get pizza or see a movie or something, but I'm gonna plan a nice, romantic date. I'm not really a guy known for romance, but I'll try my best and see what I can come up with. I started thinking. What's romantic? Candles and some slow junk music and French food. Sure that sounds good to me.

I walked up to Grace's dorm to ask her. I don't know why I was nervous, but I was. I knocked on the door and she opened within a few seconds.

"Hey Harry!" her face lit up when she saw me.

I just decided to blurt it out instead of stalling.

"Do you..uh..want to go on a date tonight?" I nervously asked.

"What kind of date?" she asked curiously.

"You know, just something other than fast food and pizza,"