DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ONE DIRECTION.

Hello to those who are reading this! So, this is my first fanfiction ever, so please no hate! I'll try my best to update as quickly as I can. (: Much love. Xx

Chapter One: It's On

Sydney's POV:

"Hey gorgeous." A voice sang as the bells chimed, indicating the arrival of a customer.

Cheeky boy, I thought as I smiled to myself. I put down my rag and left the table I had been wiping down, taking my pen and notebook with me as I walked towards him.

"What would you like?" I sighed in mock-annoyance, suppressing the grin I so badly wanted to show.

"Erm…let's see…" He chuckled, playing along. He squinted his eyes at the menu hanging from the ceiling, and after what seemed like eternity, I interrupted.

"Sir, I have other customers, and frankly, you're backing orders up." I yelled playfully.

"Alright, alright!" He said, holding his hands up in defense, "I'd like… a coke." He smiled.

"That's it? You made me wait for that?" I asked, laughing. I couldn't hold it back any longer anyways.

"Oh alright, I'll order something else. How about…your number?" He winked, proud that he had finally been able to use his cheesy pick-up line that he had no doubt been working on.

Cocky bastard.

"Harry, we've been best friends since Year 2, don't go around hitting on me, people might start talking!" I hissed, rolling my eyes.

"So what? Let them talk." He said confidently, as he spun me around and hugged me from behind, sending butterflies of all sorts rumbling into my tummy.

"New move Styles? Go try it out on your girlfriend." I complained, emphasizing the word girlfriend, while simultaneously trying to still my beating heart. Hopefully I haven't given myself away, I thought, as I realized that I could feel his heartbeat against my back.

"Girlfriend? What girlfriend…?" He asked, sounding genuinely surprised, while breaking our embrace. Darn.

I turned to face him, willing myself not to look into his eyes. His deep brown, beautiful eyes. "Don't try and fool me, Harry. You, without a girlfriend? Please. And what about what's-her-face?" I asked, although I knew her name, I just couldn't will myself to say it. "That girl you're always talking to in English?"

"Oh, you mean Samantha?"

"Yeah, Samantha." I spat.

"We're not dating!" He laughed. I loved his laugh. "Why, you jealous?" He winked again.

"Of course I am! Look at you! You're the most beautiful human being to ever walk the face of the earth and you have no idea that I've been in love with you ever since we've met." is what I really wanted to say.

"No." I replied bluntly.

Harry grinned, taking in my irritated expression. "Alright babe. Whatever you say."

I was about to start an argument, when the bell chimed in another customer.

And she strolled in, head up high, like the drama queen she was.

I watched her chat up Harry, who obviously found her fit, but who wouldn't? With all the make-up she had plastered on her, her skintight jeans, and blonde hair stopping at around her mid-back, it was a wonder she wasn't a model.

"So pick me up at 8, alright babe?" She cooed, placing one of her perfectly manicured hands on Harry's shoulder, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, okay." Harry replied, awestruck.

And I watched as she made her way out of the café like the speechless fool I was, thinking about how she had just done what I had been trying to work up the nerve to do since Year 2 in less than a minute without even breaking a sweat.

How could my own sister do this to me?

Home was going to become a living hell. For her.

This meant war.