Change (Harry Styles)

bitchy sisters always come back. (chapter8)

I pull my hoodie on over my top as I skipmy way down the stairs to the door as the doorbell just rang. I was expecting Eden over; whether it is her or not is a different story.

“OHMYGOD. I hate you. You have known these guys for three weeks now, and you haven’t introduced me to their hotness yet. I mean, Niall, I just want to hear his voice and see just how perfect his blue eyes really are an-“

“Come see them then” A cheeky-smiled Louis pops out from the living room door, making Eden jump and gasp at the same time.

“you-You’re Louis Tomlinson” She whispers in disbelief.

Louis laughs and begins pulling her into the living room. I swear, I think she is going to faint as she looks around the room and inspects each of the boys, gathering in their features with a smirk on her face. The kind of smirk that reads ‘I approve’.

Finally, her eyes lands on the Irish boy.

She doesn't do or say anything. Just stands there and stares at him as he goes bright red and avoids her eyes that were burning a hole in his head; obviously uncomfortable with the girl staring at him in amazement.

“Okay. Just sit down now Eden” I laugh, as I tug on the arm of the frozen figure that stood in the middle of the living room floor, just about remembering to breathe. Kind of like a statue if I’m honest.

She snaps her gaze to me, before sitting herself down on one of the cream leather sofa’s. I sit down beside Harry, whose arm automatically slipa around my shoulder, bringing me closer him, making my back rest against his chest. His body heat bounces straight from him to me, making my insides all warm and tingly.

It’s weird. How even after a week, I’m still not used to his kisses, or his hugs or smiles. Or anything that’s related to him really. Even time he hugs me, my whole body warms up and I get butterflies. And word spreads easily about Harry. And in the space of a day or two, there was a picture of me and him going to Starbucksthe other day together splashed on the front cover of various magazines different titles, different sizes, different colours. But most defiantly noticeable.

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We have all just sat talking in the living room for the past hour or so, for the boys –especially Niall- to get used to and comfortable with the way Eden is.

Eden is a very care-free girl. She has long brown hair that reaches her waist and eyes like Zayn’s. All the boys in collage wanted to date her; but every time one of the would ask her out, she would simply reply ‘I’m sorry, I’m waiting on Niall Horan’ and walk off. She would never be stuck up about it though, she’s too nice. In a way she’s kind of like Louis – Hyper and speaks her mind about everything and doesn’t take anything seriously.

“Where’s mum and dad?” My sister, Madison, and twin daughters, Sophia and Olivia burst through the door, ruining the tension in the room, as we were watching Paranormal Activity two.

“business trip” I reply, not once talking my eyes off the t.v to see the tall, blonde, skinny girl that stands at the doorway. All of the boys gawp at her as she looks at me, her eyes burning into the side of my head as I refuse to look at her; If I do look at her, all of the insecurities I have about myself, that have disappeared for the three months that she has been in Melbourne, will just come flooding back.