Chapter 2

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"Harry, mind your language! There's children around." My mum gives me a stern look and shifts her attention to the two kids next to her. I just look at her with disbelief.

"Yes mum, I see the kids. But what are they doing here?" I snap. As if on cue, the kitchen door swings open and Gemma steps in with her hands full of grocery bags. She plops them down on the counter and smiles at the two girls next to her.

"I got everything that you asked for mum." Gemma smiles. Her gaze finally lands on me and her car keys drop to the door with a clank. A horrified expression lines her face as she looks at me. "What is he doing here?" Gemma snaps her head back to mum and narrows her eyes. My mum looks at her unfazed.

"He wanted to come over, he's my son, and I wanted him to come over." My mum answered simply. Gemma's eyes flash in my direction.

"Why are you so mad Gemma? You surely shouldn't fight with children around." I say dryly.

"Who's this mum?" The little one asks, pulling her thumb out of her mouth. The older one just continues to glare at me with narrowed eyes, studying my every movement. To tell you the truth, it was a little unsettling. Yeah, yeah laugh all you want. Harry Styles afraid of a 14 year old girl? I know, funny right. But let me tell you this, there is NOTHING scarier then 14 year old girls, trust me. I would know.

"This is your uncle Harry." Gemma says, picking up the little girl and shifting her weight. The girl looks at me and smiles.

"Uncle Hawy!" She squeals. I walk over and smile at the little girl. Okay, so maybe I was mad at my sister, but I shouldn't take it out on the little girl.

"Hey." I say softly to her. The girl looks at me with excitement sparkling in her green eyes. She giggles and outstretches her arms, fidgeting in Gemma's arms trying to grab onto me. I walk a step closer to take her, but Gemma turns away.

"I don't think you should do that Harry." She says coolly.

"But I'm her Uncle, Gemma. I think I can hold her." I respond. Finally, the older one speaks.

"Your no Uncle of mine." She says sharply. She turns her back and storms out of the kitchen, her blonde hair flying behind her. I give Gemma a confused look, but she just takes a seat and bounces the girl on her knee.

"I'm going to go talk to her." My mum responds quickly. Gemma starts to get up.

"I'll help." She says. My mum shakes her head and takes the little girl from her arms.

"You and Harry need to talk. I'll put Lizzie to bed and talk to Nichole." My mum says. Gemma opens her mouth to protest, but my mum gives her a look. Gemma closes her mouth and looks at the ground. My mum smiles at Lizzie and walks out of the kitchen. As soon as she leaves, the whole kitchen is complete and otter silence. Me nor Gemma speak, we both knew what the other was thinking. Although, I had a lot of questions.

"Seriously Harry." Gemma finally says. "What are you doing here." I'm surprised at how her tone is'nt at all sharp, it just sounds...defeated. I take a closer look at my sister. I start to realize things I hadn't before, dark bags hang under her eyes and her hair's put into a messy ponytail with hair that looks unwashed and unclean. Her skin is a pasty white and her eyes are bloodshot. This is'nt the beautiful Gemma that I call my sister. This is mum Gemma.

"I just wanted a break." I sigh, taking a seat in one of the stools around the counter. "It can be tiring. Ya know?"

"Yeah, singing around the world with millions of fans, must be real tiring." Gemma mumbles. Rage builds up inside me. She didn't know what it was like, the crazed fans, management, the rumors. All of it. I'm about to open my mouth, but Gemma speaks again.

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 21, 2013 ⏰

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