Broken Youth

Chapter 37

~ Chapter Thirty-Seven ~

••Harry••

The doorbell rang.

Upstairs I knew both Luke and Ren would still be in deep slumber, but the sudden chime seemed to have woken them. The thump of two feet hitting the ground and the screech of rusty metal on a hinge sounded just as Louis got up from the sofa, his phone held tightly in his hand. The Grandfather clock in the hall chimed 7. 7pm. I grabbed Meg's hand as we all walked into the hallway, Luke and Ren leaning on the banister upstairs, looking down on the scene about to unfold. Lou looked back at me, his free hand on the door knob, eyes darting from me to my brothers.

Gemma.

Beside me, Ash sucked in a breath and the door opened, a rush of cold hair hitting us, the snow billowing in from outside, Jess clucking about her hair.

"Golly it's cold out there." Her voice was still as lucid and Leicester as before; so typically British. My cheeks burned as Niall rushed forward, Zayn just stood in shock, tears streaming down his cheeks. I could feel Megan glaring holes, white hot, into me as I found myself walking forward to my sister. "Niall!" She answered breathless, the fluffy hood of her coat falling from her head as she ran to his arms, hugging hold of him tightly. She let go, catching sight of Zayn and ran to him, kissing his cheek before the two did some handshake they'd always done. They hugged, Jess 'awing' as Niall gushed about how long it'd been since they'd seen each other.
I cleared my throat. Her body swivelled, no second glance before she ran up to me, her arms tight around my neck, legs squeezing my waist as she cried into my shoulder. "I missed you, H."

"It's been so long." I sniffled, Luke grinned down at me. Idiot. "I love you, Gem."

"I love you too, Harry and all of you idiot brothers I still have." She rolled her eyes, flicking her pastel purple hair over her shoulder. Niall laughed.

"11 years... 11 years Miss Styles."

"Oooooooooh- that's who you are." Megan's voice was loud. Gemma eyed her before giggling. Meg looked around, realising all eyes were on her.

"Sorry, I just wanted to know who this stupidly gorgeous female, that's hugging my boyfriend and him she loves him, was." Gemma laughed, shaking her head.

"I'm their sister. Gemma. I live in the City and work for a science organisation researching vampires and robots and the human brain. Complicated stuff basically, but I've been doing insider work for these boys about the prophecy. And yeah, I'm a vampire, but I have the most self-control, so I pop up here every 11 years or so to top up my blood dose when I get time off. Which is rare, hence the reason it's every 11 years." Megan's eyes popped.

"Oh, that's... Average." Jess stifled a laugh, Meg's comment sending Mali into the next room with laughter.

Gemma just smiled. "So you're his girlfriend right? This one with the curly hair?" Meg nodded, grinning at me. "Lucky lad, you are."

"Um, thanks?" I blushed. Fucking hell, who am I?

"She's fucking stunning." Gemma ran off upstairs, her bags under arms. "Oh, hey Luke. How the hell did he manage to pull her?" Luke laughed. "Mind you, he didn't do it without another one tagging on." I glared at her, Luke's cheeks heating up.

"Lovely girl, 'ey?" Jess just rolled her eyes, running up after Gem, grabbing Ren's hand on the way. Megan just stared at me.

"Is Jess okay or...?" Lauren spoke, coughing straight after. Her cheeks flushed for a second before returning back to the pale yellow her face had become this past week.

"Is she-"

"I'm fine, stop fucking bitching. Mali and Lauren come join us." Megan's head dropped. "And you, idiot." The corners of her mouth tripped up as Ash shoved her forward.