Same Stars

Chapter 18

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Harry's P.O.V.

"Harry, what're you wearing for the meal later." My sister's voice came louder from the corridor.

She eyed at me head to toe, a smirk came out of her mouth, "I'd thought you were going to wear those bulky sweaters, thank God you changed your style."

Should I take it as an insult or a compliment?

She stopped doing her makeup, throwing her hands up in the air, "Honestly, the sweaters made you look like it's Christmas everyday, how did you even survive wearing them on hot days?" Then she continued lining her eyes, shaking her head and chuckling. Ha ha. Very funny.

"Well, Aunt Deborah gave me a lot of it. And she would be really disappointed if I decline her offers, they were from Switzerland." I pointed out, and grabbed a pair of socks from my dresser.

"Or they may be from the thrift shop!" She laughed even more louder. I glared at her in annoyance, she tilted her head back and regained her sanity.

Maybe she is right, these do look better than the past things I wore. But seriously I have to get use to the skinny jeans. Maybe I can stretch these out. When Gemma was busy fixing herself, I placed my right foot forward and lunged.

"What are you doing?" She stared at me, well I thought she wasn't watching.
"There's a mirror Harry" she shook her head "OMG, I can't seem to unsee it." And then she laughed, AGAIN.

I don't care about the embarrassment that just happened, because it feels much better. "The turkey is in the oven! Gemma, set the table." My mother's voice was barely heard, that I had to repeat the same words to Gem.

"You should set the table too." She remarks.

"But I'm not a girl, girls are supposed to do girl stuffs only and so do boys." I struggled to look up to her, because of these bloody glasses... they just keep falling while I tie my shoes.

"Sexist."
I am not. Yes, no, maybe.

"You should thank the Creator, he made you female, otherwise you would be lifting a lot of stuff, and do you even know how it feels to be circumcised?" These glasses are really bugging me right now.
"You should try doing all the dirty work with those polished nail of yours."

"Well you should try having your period, because you seem like the perfect candidate. And-"

"Gemma the table, set it up now!" The volume of her voice increased slightly.

"And maybe you should consider the fact that we have to undergo pregnancy, which is only half of the pain you experienced in circumcision. And then you have kids, and they betray you-"

I cut her off. "You're actually telling me you felt it?" She gives purses her lips and gave me a 'what the hell did you just say' expression. Her face flips completely.

"What? no! You ask your own mother then, dumbass." We have the same mother.

"You and Ashton did, the thing, huh? You know, I'd love to name your children soon."
She begins to be very defensive and repeats pregnancy a couple of times, and just as she said...
"And if I were pregnant-"
"Gemma Anne Styles! Set the table right now young lady!"

Mother looked furious.
We both stared at each other, than at her.

"Wait. Can you repeat the sentence you just said?" Her fingers swish through her words, hands on her hips, she looks like she's about to tackle my sister, and I think she's going to do it the American way.

"N-nothing mother!" She shook her head sideways.

"Because I thought I heard I and pregnancy in the same sentence."

She's dead. It's funny how our conversation escalated quickly.

"I am so disappointed in you..." there goes mother with her drama, again.

"Mother, she's not even pregnant. God, stop being so dramatic. We were only having a simple badinage."

"Oh." She brushed her dress, giving both of us a look of shame. "Well, get ready. They will be here any minute now."

We exchanged looks then ended up trying to hold back our laughter. I just won the best sibling award.

"Now I'm gonna leave, sexist. If ever you need any more information about early teen pregnancy you can call your mom." Again Gem, we have the same mother.

I was left all alone now. Before I follow my sister downstairs I planned to play with my hair. These curls, they really are growing too long. I might as well trim it already.

I took my sister's comb, which is just on the table. She should really learn to hide things, what if a young girl with lice comes in and uses it. She's screwed.

My hands are sweating, I don't know why but I'm afraid of letting my hair feel liberated. Anxiety dwells inside me everytime I think of not using gel on it. I've never tried doing a "quiff" at least that's what they call them. Gem has hairsprays too, should I? Or should I not...?

It's just once, it won't kill you.

I looked for the hairspray inside her dresser. Hmmm, nail polish, hair dye, I won't even consider using these, never ever. Here!

"Super Style- ugh Slick Gorgeous... let me try you" I swept my hair back, yesterday I allowed it to fall freely. Wait, all I remember yesterday was... I  went to a party, then Kim got me into a game, and then I passed out.

That was stupid. I will never do anything like that ever again. I opened the cap of the spray and aimed it just enough to make my hair stand.

"Now you, Mr. Styles look gorgeous slick." I whispered to myself.

The door creeks open and Gemma stands with her weirded out face again.

"What are you doing?" Gem, I guess this phrase will be our always.

"Just styling my hair."

"Wait..." she strides towards me, "These are mine, where did you get it?"

Without any hesitation I opened my mouth to explain myself until she said "Uh-never mind, I support your gender." She pats my shoulder with a grin
"No really, the guests are coming any time now. So you, gorgeous slick of man should scurry downstairs."

I did as she instructed me to, because no matter how taller I am than her, she still gets to boss me around because she's older. Otherwise I'd be dead.

"I bet you have no idea who brought your butt back to your homeland." She says so silently I almost ignored it.

"You did?"

Last night, all I experienced was headache and... a messed up stomache. I don't know how I got here actually.

"Nope." She turned around and tiptoed to get cups and mugs from the cupboard. I gestured to get it myself, shorty.
Ding-dong!

"The Callisters are here!" Father mockingly states, what is it  him. It makes me want to roll my eyes, like a girl... Darn it I must stop the hidden feminism within me!

"She did."

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