The resemblance was startling. They had the same almond shaped, forest green eyes. That same chiseled jawline and sharp chin. Identical rectangular forehead and similar tall, lean bodies.
They both also had an undeniable sense of beauty and gracefulness in themselves. Her long willowed hair was the colour of carmel as it cascaded down her slender shoulders and back, falling in soft, elegant waves to her hips. But the factor that terrified me the most, was the striking similarities she shared with Ellie. It was like an older copy of my daughter, and the realisation made my blood run cold.
Her make up was applied to perfection and her long, toned legs fit the stripy black and white leggings perfectly, and the black cami top showed off her desirable curves.
"Do I know you?" Gemma spat in an unfriendly tone as we stood outside her doorway as her eyes inspected me from head to toe, instantly making me feel uncomfortable. I could smell the scent that radiated off her. It was vanilla perfume. I never could understand why some girls liked to smell like dessert.
"No, uh, I'm Clary, and this is my daughter Ellie," I explained, holding out my hand for her to shake it, which she blatantly ignored.
She craned her neck to get a good look at my daughter, which instinctively brought out my protective side as I inched closer to Harry and placed my hand on Ellie's back.
Gemma's cold, judgemental eyes flickered from Harry's face to Ellie's several times, and I could almost hear the click inside her brain and see the lightbulb ignite as she put the pieces together, making my heart race in anxious anticipation.
She said nothing, but skeptically glanced from the pair again, shaking her head. Her icy eyes washed over me again as she stepped back from the door and beckoned us inside.
She walked with an air of authority surrounding her as she click-clacked in her cherry red, open toed stilettos across the polished, glistening white tiles.
"Jesus Christ Harry. What have you gotten yourself into now?" She asked uninterestedly as she flopped down on a plush, cream sofa, her bright red fingernails gripping a crystal clear glass glass of crimson wine.
She made me feel like an intruder as I perched on the very edge of the seat, sitting quite close to Harry, who still held Ellie in his arms.
"Long story short, we're stranded here because our car got sucked up by sinking sand," Harry explained, brushing his fingers through Ellie's hair.
Gemma eyed us warily. "So you're here to take my money then I suppose?" She asked, but her tone wasn't annoyed, or put out by the fact that Harry needed a loan. She sounded like it was a common occurrence, and that worried me.
Harry shifted uncomfortably in his position. "We just need to borrow enough to get us back home," Harry informed her.
Gemma took a long sip of her wine and pursed her lips as she thought deeply. I noticed that her lips were tainted red from the wine and a strand of her shiny hair was stuck to them.
"Why are you so eager to get home Harry? Huh? "She challenged him, her eyebrows raised, her face poised for an argument.
"You know why," Harry growled lowly. He was staring at Gemma with so much force that I thought she might topple over, that was until I saw that her face was his perfect match. There would be no backing down from either of them.
"And why are you here? Why are you so desperate to get back to North Carolina?" She started on me.
I fumbled about with my words, stuck for something to say.
"She's getting married," Harry stated simply and Gemma just laughed.
"Oh. I see," she said, a trace of meanness in her tone.
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Fanfiction"You taught me why hurricanes are named after people. And sometimes I find myself thinking how easy all of this could have been if you weren't so goddamn beautiful," he went on, murmuring against the delicate skin of my neck. ----- Harry Styles au...
