No One Gets In The Way Of Sibling Love.

Harry Styles Mini Fic/ One Shot.

Note: Harry has just turned 16 and he has a sister who is 12 and called Sophie. They live in London.

Me and Harry got on like a house on fire, probably because of two reasons. 1, something terrible that happened when we was younger. You see, our uncle (our dad brother) used to come round to our house when our dad was at work and he used to beat our mother. Unfortunately, me and Harry had to witness it one day, and Harry promised me that he would never let anyone hurt me. That was 6 years ago and he had kept his promise. We never saw our uncle again he went on holiday to Italy and drowned in a canoe, when our dad found out about it he went ballistic, it saved him a job though so no complaining. The second reason, our parents are always busy and working away on trips so we always look after our selves and each other.

I loved the fact that I was the sister of the most "Handsome, sexy, smart, funny, and poplar" guy in the school, the words of all the girls that fancy the socks off of him. He had a queue of girls follow him everywhere. Attempting to flirt with him. They were mostly slags but he wasn't interested in any of them.

His popularity makes me popular. I'm not being a bitch or anything but it's good to know that you're never short of friends. Although lots of people try to get close to harry via me, I just got on with my life, I wasn't a nerd or anything I was just that average kid. I wasn't ugly either; I wouldn't call myself gorgeous either. I'm not being modest or anything but I generally was just average. I had short brown hair that fell to my shoulders, the thing I liked about myself the most was my eyes, they were larger then others and they were a sea of a beautiful emerald green. They were also a exact replicas of my mothers. I often notice people just stare into them; I just awkwardly laugh and blush to myself.

Part two of Chapter 1:

I was in the toilets at school, it was a cold winters Friday after and it was lightly snowing. As I was just washing my hands out of the corner of my eye I saw a figure moving in the mirror. I looked up into the mirror and saw the figure was the schools biggest slut, Amy. I felt the corners of my mouth twitch into a smile. Amy used to go out with Harry about 6 months ago, Harry never liked her really and some how he accidently got him self into going out with her. My smiled turned into a little inaudible giggle when I remember when Harry found out Amy had an affair with another guy when she got hammered one party and the next day she came round to our house and sat in the garden and begged him to take her back. Me and Harry watched from Harrys' bedroom window. We threw things at her, she eventually stomped off in her heels, down the road in out of sight. I've never laughed as much in my life as much in that day. My thought were disturbed by Amy when she cleared her throat, I think she knew what I was thinking. I turned around to face her, her horrible bright blonde hair nearly blinded me it was so bright. It was turned whiter day by day. She also turned oranger and oranger everyday. "Hey Sophie. Long time no see, how are you? Oh wait I don't give a shit. You've got to do something for me okay? And if you don't do it there's going to be trouble."

Ohhh Do you like my new fanfic? It's going to be quite short as I have That's Why You Should Pick Me going on to and that's going to be a long story so I thought I'd doing a little something to keep me going with new material. I hope you like and tomorrow I'm going to try and update both of my stories. Let me know what you think okay? –Sophie xxxx :)