I Remember You Laughing [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 4- Like A Bunch Of Red Roses

Harry and Gemma POV

Harry jumped shot gun into Gemma's car, threw his jacket in the back seat and buckled up while she rolled up the windows and put on the the air conditioning. 

"Gemma! What are you doing?" he scuffed as the cold air hit his arms and face.

"Harry its really hot today!" she answered.

"No, it's not! We've had hotter! Besides, don't you miss the country air?" Harry wasn't used to the chill. His mother's old pickup truck had no air conditioning and he had only gotten a few rides in Gemma's new car when she came home for Easter holidays that year.

"Harry come on, we have a long way to go to!" she reasoned, "We'll get there about six-ish according to traffic. You can have the windows down on our way back!"

It sounded like a good deal to Harry. He figured he liked the windows down at night better so he reached in the back for his jacket. Gemma smiled smugly as she started the engine and pulled out of the yard. She knew the only way to win with Harry was to twist it around to make him think he won. Being four years older than Harry, she was always annoyed by him when they were little so she developed the habit of reverse psychology to get him off her back in arguments. Harry always caved and the two got along fine. He used to follow Gemma everywhere when he was little.

"Oh! Harry! I bought you guys something!" she said excitedly, pointing backwards to two medium sized gift bags on the seat next to Harry's jacket. "The pink one is yours!" 

Harry took the bag curiously, removed the wrapping and looked inside. He raised an eyebrow at his sister, who was smirking loudly now, her eyes on the road.

"Come on! Take it out of the bag!" she laughed, glancing at him.

A smile now reaching his face, he took out a bottle of moisturizer and squeezed out some, rubbing it on his arms. It was one of those fancy sweet smelling ones. He 'oohed' at it, rest it on his lap and reached in again-

 -Lipstick!

"Gemma !?" he said opening it to see the color. It was a pretty pink-to-red shade that Harry could see himself wearing, if only he could wear it. 

"What?" she grinned, "Keep going!"

He sighed and went in again. A perfume, I can deal with that, he thought,spraying some on. It smelled amazing, like a bunch of red roses. 

Then at the bottom of the bag he removed another layer of wrap and saw what looked like - "Panties !? Gemma, No! " He emptied the bag, and out fell a heap of panties with different patterns, styles and colors. He picked up a pink cotton one he liked. Then his face fell and he sighed,

"Gemma, you know I can't wear these. It'll kill mum." He said sadly, smoothing his hands over the fabric.

"Harry your getting older. When are you gonna do what you want? You can't wait for mum to be okay with it! She has to deal sooner or later." she reasoned, eyes flashing from Harry to the road. "I got you all the styles I can find so you'll try them out and see what you like."

Harry shook his head. "Gemma, No! You know how mum is. . ," He shoved everything back in the bag and put it in the backseat, frowning.

"Harry," she tried as they hit the highway. But Harry just turned his head out the window. "I'm just done with it all. . ."

Gemma understood all too well why Harry was upset. When she was little and their father died she was first hand witness to their mother's depression. Harry was a baby and by the time he started to walk, their mother had gotten a bit better but it was a gradual process and through the years even though their mother tried her best,her relapses took a toll on all of them.