Dammit! Harry Styles is my step brother!??

Ptsd and a fancy restaurant

A week later

Gertrude had been in the hospital the last week, while her poor limb had healed. She had been in surgery, where her hand was near amputated, but her mom simply couldn't afford the cost of a new one, so Gertrude had to keep her old hand this time around.

Harry had been so sweet, and visited her everyday - being the only company she had the whole week. Some days he seemed kind of... off. Like he was under the influence of something. But Gertrude simply didn't have enough energy to think further than that.

Today it was Friday morning, and it was Gertrude's first day back to school. She got a little bit of ptsd by going into the same classroom, she knew, Harry had trashed and ruined, just a week prior. All the windows had been restored, and new tables, stools and a new blackboard had been put up. There were no traces from the chaos, Harry had created. Almost like it had never happened, but Gertrude's left hand would forever have the imprint of what Harry's messy mind could do. Truly tragic.

She sat down at her usual table ignoring Louis Tomlinson's cheeky stare from across the room. "Oi, Gertrude you prude prIncess, eh. Where is your boyfriend at, huh!?" Louis shouted awfully loud, and the whole class laughed with him. Gertrude was red of anger, but kept her mouth shut. He was so annoyantè. "ShUt uP, Louis fooking Tomlinson, you wAnker!" She heard Harry, who had just entered the class room, shout right back at Louis. Harry, her savior.

He looked amazing (as usual). He wore a black beanie over his messy curls, and one, dangling earring in his right ear. His nails were painted black, and he was basically the definition of a true e-boy.

Harry walked over to Gertrude, and she pretended to not see him, but still look kind of hot. So she crossed her legs, and twirled her boring, brown hair in her fingers. Gertrude looked dumb as hell doing it, but 10 points for trying. Harry luckily didn't notice Gertrude's sad attempts of flirting, and persuaded to ask her the question, he had collected the courage to ask. He usually didn't get nervous, but the thing he was about to ask, was VERY out of Harry's normal comfort zone.

"Gertrude?" Harry asked. "Yeah," Gertrude said in a sweet tone. Oh lord, the girl was still trying to flirt. "I-I was wOndering..." Harry paused. "I was wOndering, if ya would like to gO On a dAte with mE?" Harry finally got the balls to ask. Gertrude was totally in shock - but in a good way. "Yes!" Gertrude tried to answer lowkey (but it was very highkey).

"Bloody great. I'll pick ya uP at 8:30 tonight then."

*Later that night*

"Wow Harry, thank you for bringing me to this fancy restaurant!" Gertrude enthusiastically said. The walls of the restaurant were of tiles, and the ceiling was in wood. The lovely smell of gourmet food being prepared, vibrated in Gertrude's nose hairs. She had never been at this fancy of a place before.

"ThankS. It's called McDonald's," Harry answered casually.

Harry had in a real gentleman gesture bought Gertrude's meal which was something called a "Hapay Meial." Gertrude wondered if the restaurant was of Japanese origin, because of the interesting names, the meals were called. As you can read, Gertrude had never been the brightest.

"So tell me about your childhood?" Gertrude decided to ask, and quit the small talk, because she wasn't very good at conversing - probably because she didn't talk with a lot of people on a basis. Sad.

"Eh, nOt much to tell. Mum died when I was born. Dad owns a pArt of Playboy Magazine, and makes a fOrtune. I dOn't really care tho. As u can see, I'm weird. I'm a weirdo. I mEan, whAt nOtmal pErson would wEar this beanie?" Harry asked. "Moved to America when I wAs 13, because I gOt involved in tOo much gang stuff back in thE UK."

"What kind of gang-related stuff?" Gertrude asked.

"WhatEver," Harry avoided the subject, and sniffled his nose. It was first now, Gertrude noticed his eyes were kind of red. Probably from lack of sleep...

Gertrude was about to ask another question, when she head someone drop their tray of food beside them. Both Harry and Gertrude looked up.

"Harry?" Harry's father asked.

"Gertrude?" Gertrude's mother asked.

Oh shit.

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What do you guys think will happen in the next chapter, and what is Harry hiding? Leave your suggestion/suggestions in the comment section, I'd love to read them!

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