Why do I hate Harry Styles?

20: Conflicts

Next Day

Harry's pov

"Hellllooo Harry." Gemma excitedly came and embraced me.

I hugged her back with almost the same intensity.
"I missed you so much, brother. "
"Ha. I know sista. "

"Hey won't I get to interrupt this lovely moment?" Mom drew our attention.

Gemma , drew back to let mom greet me.

I started to brace myself, ready to give a very sweet and heart warming 'fake' smile.

"Oh my boy. How have you been?"

"Great....until now." I made sure the latter part was inaudible.

"Good morning everyone. " Charles said in his sleepy voice .

"Oh Charles, How are you?" Gemma addressed him.

"Absolutely fantastic, love."

I was about to say something and sound like the oh-so-obnoxious-brother when he entered the house.

I couldn't help but stare at him and not for a second did I try to hide the utter disgrace reflecting from my eyes.

"How are yeah. Son?" He asked me, not at all appearing to be uncomfortable.
He was surprisingly being very cheerful, with that giddy grin on his almost handsome old face.

"I think living alone didn't suit you well, eh?"

Okay this was getting more and more unpredictable. Why was he all of a sudden doing these 'sweet talks' with me?

Nonetheless I decided to play along and said.

"Is it ? But don't hate me for thinking otherwise. " I said it in a way of joking, at the same time meaning every word.

He gave a manical laugh and patted my shoulder. Like..I'm confused.
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"So whatcha doing these days?"
Gemma startled me by invading in my room.

I closed the book I was reading and turned towards her.

"Oh Jeez am I dreaming? Harry Styles reading a book?"

"No you are apparently not dreaming but I'll definitely want you to think that ways."
I said while keeping the book in my book rack.

"Care to show me?" She asked. I threw the book towards her and she catched it effortlessly.

" 'Wishes Fulfilled' ? Okay, not exactly your type. "
She began to investigate it.
"Definitely not your type !" She exclaimed as she further examined the book.

"Hmm. I won't ask what my type is then."

"But I definitely wanna ask who's type this book is?" She smirked, holding the book up.

"I know Charles have told you. "

"Nah. I mean not the full story."

"And you can't survive a day without knowing it. Right?"

"Absolutely...........I'm listening brother."
She sat on the edge of my bed, getting ready to hear out my story.

I decided to share everything with her.
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"So you...like her?" Was what she said after listening to my rant of a story.

"Maybe."

She gave a dramatic eye roll and begun
"As expected."