journal entry twenty five

Today has been a series of odd events. The oddest of them all had to be the return of my sister. She showcased... symptoms, and I'm not understanding what's going on.

The voices are playing tricks on me, and they're getting more vivid as each one goes on. I must up my dosage...

-H

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Harry sat in his office, more stressed than he's ever been in his life. It was the day after Christmas Eve, and he was supposed to be planning the New Years' gala for his company.

He was used to just being an attendee to these type of company related events, so to actually be the one to plan it was stressful.

Sighing, he picked up the phone and dialed Allison's office number. He was confused when the automated voice said the line was out of service.

He then called the office next to her own, and when they picked up, Harry was surprised by what they said.

"I'm sorry, but that office is vacant as of now," a woman said, her whiny voice gyrating on Harry's last nerve.

"What?" Harry questioned, shock clear in his voice. "Since when?"

"I don't know," the women answered, irritation clear in her voice. "It just is empty, as of now. Why don't you ask Evan where the office was moved to?"

Harry's blood ran cold. "E-excuse me?"

"You know, Allison's boyfriend? The one you murdered in cold blood?" The woman's voice now warped, and her voice was much deeper and sadistic than it was before.

Immediately, he slammed the phone back onto the receiver and shook his head. He clutched at his long locks and started to hyperventilate.

Harry could feel his condition start to worsen and tear him apart. Everyday, he felt as if his thoughts were being shaken around in a snow globe.

Taking a slow, deep breath, he called Allison's office back. The line simply went to voicemail, but he was happy to hear the familiar jingle of Maritime Medical in his ear.

"Mr. Styles?" Stella knocked on his door before coming in and walking over to him. "There's someone here to see you."

He rolled his eyes before looking back down at his papers. "If it's Allison, just send her in."

Stella cleared her throat. "Actually, there's a drunk woman in the reception area that's claiming to be your sister."

All the blood rushed from his head to his chest, and Harry had to clench his fists to refrain from knocking himself out. "Do not let her in."

"Brother!" He heard Gemma's loud yet slurred shriek from outside the door. "Why is the door closed with your assistant inside? Are you fucking her like the last ones?!"

"Jesus fucking Christ," He muttered before standing up and yanking the door open. Gemma, his blonde and clearly intoxicated sister collapsed into the room before Stella hurried out of the room. "Stop embarrassing our family's name."

Gemma Styles was a sight for sore eyes. Her hair, which used to be a vibrant blonde now fell flat and messy on her head atop her huge sunglasses. Her clothes—while still purchased from Saks Fifth Avenue and Bergdorf's— looked disheveled and out of place. Overall, Harry thought she looked a mess and was stuck wondering what she was even doing here in the first place.

Before their father died, she stated that she wanted no part of the company before taking her trust fund and running away when she turned eighteen. Six years later when their father finally croaked, he assumed that she still wouldn't want anything to do with it, until now that is.

"Is that any way to treat your sister?" She asked, and she had the gall to be offended. "Talk to me nice."

He narrowed his eyes. "You didn't even come to our Dad's funeral—"

"Oi, why are you pretending to give a shit about him?" Gemma spat, sipping out of the travel mug she brought with her. "You never liked him or Mum to begin with, you bloody psycho."

Harry gritted his teeth. "Get the fuck out of my office, Gemma."

She rolled her eyes and sat back in her chair. "It's the truth. We hated our parents and they died. Boohoo. The end."

Harry snatched the coffee mug out of her hand, and she gasped and tried to make a grab for it but Harry was quicker.

He unscrewed the cap and took a whiff. "Are you drinking bourbon? At 10 in the morning?"

"With coffee," she pressed—as if that made it better. "And it's happy hour somewhere."

Harry chuckled before pouring the contents of the mug into his garbage bin, much to Gemma's dismay. "Not here it's not."

"Harry!" She yelled, her nostrils flaring.

"Now, are you going to tell me what you're doing here, or do I have to call a rehab for you, Gemma Lohan?" He said, his joking disposition fading instantly.

She sighed before pushing her sunglasses to the top of her head. Harry then noticed the deep bags under her eyes and how glossy they were. "I've been going through a lot."

Inwardly, Harry sighed. He knew he would have to pretend to care about whatever problems his sister presented to him, and would probably even have to fix them. This cycle usually happened when his father was alive, and instead of listening to Gemma or Harry's issues, he would simply throw money around.

"Gemma..." he trailed off, not knowing what to say or how to comfort her. "What's going on? Do you need money?"

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say because her green eyes turned to steel and she rose from her seat.

"You're just like Dad was," she spat, shaking her head. " I knew better than to come her and ask for help."

"Gem—" Harry started, but she swiveled and walked towards the door.

"I can do this on my own, never mind what I said." There was a tone of finality in her voice that he didn't like, but before he could find the words to make her stay, the door slammed with a resounding boom.

Harry ran a hand through his hair, puzzled by that whole experience. He wasn't exactly sure why Gemma was in such distress, but he felt it had something to do with the alcohol and bags.

What if... what if she's turning into me? Harry thought with alarm, his eyes now wide. She's acting more erratic, drinking again, and acting crude, just like he was before!

"Oh no," he muttered, rubbing his hands over his face then covering his mouth. "What the fuck did I do?"

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a/n: this is a filler chapter, there's more in the next.

honestly, I was on wattpad working on my other stories and I looked at the 'last updated' date on Babylon and I was like "holy shit have updated this shit in like eight months" so I went through a mini crisis and here we are.

I am so sorry this took so long :( I've been through so much, but I feel like since I finished blow I've grown a bit out of fan fiction but I'm getting back into it. I just looked @ harry's ig and fell in love all over again lmaooo

till next time,

Rachel.