*Krista's POV *
Ding dong
I swung open the door.
"Can I help you," I hissed.
"Um yeah, I'm looking for my mom, Anne. Who are you?"
Ouch, that hurt.
"None of your business."
"I do believe it's my business if your in my house, and being rude to my friends. Now who are you," he demanded.
Rolling my eyes, I left them at the door, went up to my room, and grabbed clothes for practice tomorrow. Waking up to my mom, I whispered that I would be back tomorrow after they leave.
"You should really work on your whispering skills. We can hear you," the blonde one said.
Shrugging my shoulders, I replied, "I don't care. I'm leaving so you better be gone tomorrow."
I stormed out the door to our old treehouse, but before the door closed, I heard Harry ask, "Mum, who is she?"
Some brother he is.
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Harry Styles Little Sister -(EDITING/UPDATING)
FanfictionIt's been 5 years since I last talked to Harry. 5 years since I realized he didn't really like me. 5 years since he left me. 5 years of emptiness. I mean what else can I expect?? Not that he'd want me in his life anyway.
