Dammit! Harry Styles is my step brother!??

The New Boy In Joe Jonas' Class

It was Monday, and Gertrude had to go to school, but she actually liked school on a Monday, because she was weird. Entering the hall, no one paid attention to her as per usual, until Liam Payne, who had had a crush on her since 2nd grade came running up to her. "Ugh, he's so annoyantè," Gertrude thought to herself. She had a dialect problem, and couldn't pronounce the word: "annoying," right, so instead she just always said: "annoyantè," like that freak she was. "Gertrude, will you sit in class with me today?" Liam Payne asked with big eyes and a quivering lip. "nO, you fookin' wanker!" Gertrude shouted down his throat. He was really being annoyantè today.

Lucky for her, her first class was music class with her favorite (hot) teacher, Joe Jonas. He wore a white flannel with a tight black vest today, and he looked so good. His black locks were slicked down his face in a cheeky side part. Gertrude was drooling at this point. "Today we will be studying the symbolic meaning behind Mo Bamba," Joe said. He didn't get to say much more before the door to the room was smacked open by a thick-wedge-boot. In the door, came a tall boy dressed in all black. Everyone's jaws dropped to the floor. He had piercings in both nostrils, and a strip of purple in his curly, brown hair. His eyes were a glistening, emerald green that could pierce right through any soul. His skin was pale, and he was rIPPED. The tight shirt outlining his fit eight-pack, and his arm-muscles were bigger than Gertrude's mom's drug addiction. And that's something.

"Uhm-y-yes class, this is our new student, Harry Styles. Welcome Harry. Tell us a bit about yourself, will ya?" Joe stuttered. Even he was intimidated by this large piece of a man. "I won't tell a bloody thang!" Harry said with a thick, British accent. At this point every girl and guy in the class room were drooling over this hot, British boy, but not Gertrude. She was pure, and she wasn't letting this tall, handsome, fit, Greek God gettin' this pussay.

"Uhh - well okay then. We're talking about the symbolic meaning behind Mo Bamba, so why don't you take a seat just beside my favorite student, Gertrude," Joe said and winked in Gertrude's direction. Or at least she thought. In reality he was winking in Harry's direction, but that's a story for another time.

The God himself slumped himself down in the stool beside Gertrude, and she stared at him like a hungry lion stares at a zebra. "Wot are you lookin' at, you wanker!?" Harry shouted in her face. She blushed. "Oh, so you dOn't talk, eh?" He asked with that almighty British accent. "I'll make you talk," he finally said. Whatever that meant, did Gertrude not know, so she decided to release a vocal sound: "hello, I'm Gertrude. My mom's a drug addict." That didn't go quite as planned. "Mine too," Harry seemed to whisper under his minty breath. "Yeah, she's going on a date with some rich 62-year old man from Tinder tonight," Gertrude continued to blabber. Harry looked up at her with his big, dreamy, green eyes. "My pap's goin' on a date with a bloody drug addict tonight," he then said.

Oh dear God.

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Uhh, how exciting! Do you think Harry's father and Gertrude's mother will like each other or not? Leave your suggestion/suggestions here!

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