A/N: writing this chapter was like laughing at your own text before you even send it cuz ur just so damn funny.

there's an amusing gif of Serenity on the side, I'm actually laughing a lil bit

be patient Harry and Serenity moment does show up in this chapter shhh

Harry;

She looked too peaceful to wake up. Her hair carefully spread across her pillow. I noticed now how her usually light skin was tanning from the summer sun. The freckles across her nose dotted darker than before from the rays of sunshine. Her long, thick eyelashes were curled up even in her sleep, her little mouth parted as she slept.

It was about eleven in the morning, and I didn't want to leave her there on her own. Trust me, I'd want to stay cuddled up on her bed forever, but I had to leave before I caused more trouble.

Even if she insisted that the door was locked, I'm pretty sure some horrible shit would happen anyway. I want to avoid that at the moment, especially after doing something as risky as fucking with Derek's family property.

I pressed a kiss to her cheek, watching her nose scrunch up in that way that makes me smile. God, she's so cute. "I'll see you later, babe," I whispered against her skin. She wouldn't hear me; fast asleep as she is. But I said it anyway, kind of reassuring myself that I will see her again. This sneaking around shit is getting harder every day.

Quickly, I strode towards the window. I opened it and stepped onto the fire escape. The day was hot, the sun glaring down onto my skin. There wasn't a cloud in the damn sky. It called for a hot fourth of July weekend.

The holiday was just two days away. My mom and I don't even celebrate the fourth of July, but since all of my other friends do, we figured why not. We're British. We don't really have a political motive to even celebrate this shit.

But I'm still excited. Today's the day Gemma comes back.

I'm curious as to what she looks like and what she's done with her life. Had she dyed her hair a different color? She looks older, right? Of course she does, I spat at myself. As I jogged to my car I parked a few houses down, I thought about the last terms we were on.

Gemma left one night while we were asleep, therefore causing my mother to shun me out more and my life to become more of a wreck. I needed her to stay, but I guess the only solution she saw was to run away from her problems.

I placed hands on the steering wheel, pressing the gas pedal just as my phone began to ring. Groaning, I slid my hand into my pocket and pulled out my cell. With my eyes still focused on the road, I slid my thumb across the screen to answer it.

"What?" I answered.

"Really? Is that how you answer the phone, Harold?" My mother sassed. If I'm not mistaken, Belle's probably inheriting this 'sass' from mum. "Where are you right now? You've been gone since last night."

I rolled my eyes, otherwise pleased that she's beginning to call me and worry about my whereabouts. It kind of makes me feel like I'm important to her. "I was with Serenity. I'm driving home right now."

"Oh. You spent the night with Serenity?"

"Yes..."

"Harry, I don't want grandchildren any time soon. So if your willy's coming out of your pants, you better wrap it up, monkey!" She exclaimed into the phone.

My eyes widened in horror, mouth parted that my mother just told me to wrap my dick up before I get Serenity pregnant. That image makes me shudder. Children is not what makes me queasy, but having the responsibility of my own is like another Belle. I'm a little happy with just Belle at the moment. I don't think I want children any time soon.

"Mum!" I scolded. "W-we weren't doing that!"

"That? What are you...twelve? It's sex, Harry. Sex. The word you are looking for is se--"

"I get it." I shot at her.

Mum's lost it. I'm sure she lost her sanity somewhere along these years and I couldn't tell. She was laughing over the phone as I drove, every now and then rolling my eyes at every party detail she explained. I'm actually very happy to have moved on from the previous topic, but now she wouldn't stop babbling. Something about her sudden mood makes me curious. She was never like this.

"Mum," I groaned. "When's Gemma coming?"

"She should be here in an hour or so, darling. Right now I'm giving Belle a bath. Apparently you never allowed her to play in the dirt. She saw the chance and took it!" Mum giggled.

I sighed, chuckling to myself. "Okay, well I'll see you in five. I'm almost home."

Serenity;

"I will hit you," I warned Emily as she shook the stool I was standing on. We were in charge of making decorations for this ridiculous fourth of July barbeque. I didn't think we needed fucking decorations, but my parents thought otherwise. Red, white, and blue little decorative items hung around our back porch.

Emily chuckled beneath me, saying, "I'm surprised your parents let me come over. Aren't you on like lockdown? No human contact being allowed?"

I shrugged my shoulders, pinning the red, white, and blue sandpaper flower cutout onto the wall. Leaning my head back to examine it overall. "Not really...I'm allowed to hang out with you, but that's pretty much it for me."

A song played in the background while I hopped off the stool. Emily hummed to herself, doing absolutely nothing that would be considered assistance. I went back over to the table that had little to none decorations left stacked on top of each other. The beauty of it all is that I'm almost finished with decorating duty and I could relax afterwards.

"So, how are things with you and Harry?"

Last night popped into my head, heat taking over my face and spreading across from cheek to cheek. I bit my lip, trying to shake off the images of what happened last night. The feel of his fingers, his slightly rough hands against my skin, his breath fanning over me, our lips touching, and every sentence he spoke inked on my brain like a tattoo. He was gone this morning, but I figured he'd do it anyway to avoid getting caught.

I realized Emily was staring at me, her eyes rolling back before she groaned. "I'm never going to get laid." Is all she said, turning around and sitting on one of the extra stools.

Emily was still a virgin, confused on the "wonders" of what sex is and I honestly kind of want to "aw" her right now, but I'm sure she'll give me the evil eye.

Sex isn't a big deal once you've done it once. I understand some people take their virginity seriously; like my mom who'd constantly worry over mine before she found out I wasn't a virgin and slapped me. It's understandable you want to keep yours until you feel ready.

"There will come a day when you'll lose your v-card," I sat next to her, chuckling while she stared out into my yard. A couple of my family members were already here.

Creepy cousin Lenny, who was like sixteen. Uncle Tony, who was single most of his life but I actually like him because he's so inappropriate -- keep in my mind this is my dad's side of the family and definitely the best side. Aunt Sam and Uncle Francis -- married to each other and produced Lenny, my twelve year-old cousin Mia, and my thirteen year-old cousin Jacob, who was a camp not here.

My father's side of the family extends considerably, plus much of the town's people will be here since my mother likes to be socially popular. The holiday is two days away, but my father insisted on having family stay over in our guest rooms. Our house isn't very large, so figure we'd be up each other's asses all day. I have to share my bedroom with Mia.

Emily ignored the topic of sex and stared over at Lenny. "Your cousin's a fucking pervert."

I laughed. "I know." We both watched him scroll through his phone, oblivious that we could see he was scrolling through pictures of naked girls or ones in lingerie. Typical sixteen year-old boy.

But I mean my boyfriend has magazines underneath his bed, to which he openly admits he won't open ever again now that he has me. This kind of entertainment for boys doesn't surprise me, honestly. If I called Harry a boy, however, he'd go to extents showing me how he isn't a 'boy'.

Lenny's kind of that kid at school who draws on himself with a pen, sits by himself all the time, and gets boners from girls jogging in P.E class. I honestly find him very strange, especially because he usually stares at my chest when I'm trying to make conversation with him. Just today when they first arrived, I went to hug him and his hands went too far down south to my ass.

"How does he just sit there? No shame at all?" I laughed quietly, shaking my head.

Emily shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know," she muttered. "But anyways, Clary told me to give you something...? At first I thought she was crazy but..."

I frowned slightly. "Give me what?"

"Birth control pills?" Emily whispered, glancing around us. My eyes instantly widened. For what reason would Clary want me to have birth control pills? "Yeah, I know. I thought the same." Emily saw through my stunned expression, both of us surely coming to the conclusion that Clary was out of her wits at the moment.

"What the hell?" I murmured to myself. "Is this one of her little jokes?"

"No. I'm pretty sure she was a little serious considering she gave me the container with all the pills inside."

This was actually very concerning. Clary was giving me birth control pills, actual ones. The pills were inside, ready to be swallowed. I didn't understand why in the world she'd tell Emily to give me the pills. "Where are they right now?" I asked.

"In my bag. Do you want them? I mean, is there something you're not telling me Serenity? You and Harry having sex isn't like anything surprising. You don't have to hide it from me---"

"No. We haven't yet." I assured her, seeing as she wasn't really fazed by this. She understands I'm trying to take things slower than usual. "I'm just wondering why Clary's giving me them. We haven't spoken since the Burger King accident."

It's definitely very weird to be handed medicine without a given word. I don't understand Clary's signals most of the time. This could be a sick joke of hers, but usually she doesn't take them so far as to getting something like birth control pills. Better yet wasting her money on things she doesn't want for herself.

Herself.

"What if they're for her?" I inquired, staring ahead at the group of my family members gathered in our yard, cleaning the grill we'll be using. "Did she say anything else?" I turned to look at Emily who was already gazing over at me.

She shrugged. "Not really. She just handed me them and sort of bluntly just said give them to Serenity."

My nose scrunched up in confusion. "I don't understand. That's a little random..."

"But if anything they will come in handy whenever you do decide to go down that road with Harry," she winked, nudging me with her shoulder. A smile pulled at my lips, although finding her teasing amusing, I rolled my eyes and slapped her touch away from me.

I don't want to be cliche. To me, doing it was always just doing it. On the other hand, with Harry it's a little different. Scratch that, it's very different. I'm not only physically attracted to him, but I feel connected to him on an emotional level.

Emotions and beds never really equaled to anything relevant to my life. I don't care where it is, what flowers he bought, what we're going to eat for dinner, how slow or gentle he is. I kind of just want to be with him, regardless what stupid date we'll go on. The whole point of this relationship is because we felt something for each other, and we wanted to give it a try. It didn't mean that we would be like every other couple.

But as I'm with him more, I find myself smiling at the thought of him bringing me flowers or chocolates. If he takes me on a cute little date and then brings me home on time. My parents would like him, he'd be over at my house with no problem. He'd bond with my father over sports. Maybe even bring Belle over to play with Willie. Only problem is that's just not us.

"Stop," I whined, feeling myself quickly blush as Emily chuckled. "We've done...other things. But not --"

Emily spat out, "Other things? Oh my God, like what?"

I winced a little. "Do you really want to hear them?"

"I'm curious! Remember? Virgin sitting here," she sang softly.

Pausing, I shook my head. "No. I'm not going to tell you. It's kind of awkward talking about it."

"But I'm your best friend! You tell me everything. Sharing details is first." Emily insisted.

I had no clue how I was going to get out of this one. So, I decided to let her on the blunt truth of it all. "We've had dry sex and he's finger--"

Emily shuddered. "Okay, okay! I thought you'd be a little less blunt about it."

Chuckling, I stretched my arms and set them down beside me. "There's no other way to explain it. Plus, you wanted to know the details."

After our disturbing conversation, we walked inside with laughter among us. Our conversation about senior year took a rest the second Emily reminded me about the pills in her bag. "What are you gonna do with them?"

I shrugged my shoulders, not very certain that putting them in my room was wise. I've learned my mother likes to snoop through my things nowadays, which I wouldn't blame her for. The unspeakable things I've done call for my mother's drastic measures. And my room is the obvious place to hide things. It doesn't help that I'm sharing it with Mia.

"I'm sharing my room and my mom looks through my stuff," I explained to Emily as she dug into her bag by the stairs. She pulled out the container slightly, giving it light so I could read the words inscripted on it.

A sigh fell from my lips in concern. "I hate that Clary puts me in this position. It's either for her or some unexplainable reason."

"What we gonna do then? I can't keep them. Clary said to give them to you specifically, and it could be for a reason." Emily grabbed onto the container, putting her bag down again and handing it to me.

At loss for words, I only took the container and bolted upstairs with Emily right behind me. I had to get it out of the way, out of sight. Anywhere. The instinct in my stomach swirled and I immediately lifted my mattress and stuck it underneath. No one would really look through it, so it should be fine.

Inhaling, I turned around to face Emily, an unsure side smile on her lips. "It's the best I could do right now. No one's going to find it there."

"Probably not." She agreed, nodding her head.

Harry;

The look on my face was priceless when I walked down the stairs, Gemma standing by the doorway with a man behind her, and a child in her arms. She was taller than before, but I knew I was taller than her now. Her hair was light at the bottom, almost blonde, but the Styles brown hair at her roots. Her face had matured like I figured. I didn't want to get all emotional because my only good memory came back. Finally. Gemma's back.

She was a piece of my life I was missing. Yes, I've wasted my time doing stupid things that got me into trouble, but I could have avoided most of those records if she were here to yell at me whenever I'd cross the line.

"Gemma," I called.

Her head snapped up towards me. Her eyes alike to mine found me in an instant. The little child in her arms was handed to the man beside her as mother watched our interaction. A grin overtook her features as she said, "Harry. Long time no see, dickhead."

"A long time it has been, muppet." I laughed, only to be quickly embraced. Her arms held onto me tightly, mine recoiling out of shock, but then the same action was returned. I buried my face into her neck, inhaling the sweet smell of peaches and somehow paint. She smelled like the old Gemma, glimpses of our memories together coming together like a slideshow in that moment.

I've never been happier to be called a dickhead.

Gemma muttered against my chest. "Damn, you've gotten very tall, Harold."

"And you've somehow grown quite beautiful. Never thought I'd see the day." I teased her.

She scoffed, pulling away and slapping her black manicured hands against my black t-shirt. "You're the same arsehole!" She exclaimed.

I shot her a wink, my arms still wrapped around her. "Some things never change, sister."

"And I'm glad, brother," she chuckled. Our embrace broke apart, her hand grasping my wrist to pull me towards the man and the child that were waiting to be introduced. I felt my heart stop in my chest the moment I saw the child. The eyes that belong to a Styles, a nose that was unfamiliar and blonde hair. It was still the cutest little boy I've ever seen.

"Harry," Gemma called, being able to catch my attention. I averted my eyes from the baby and looked up at her with parted lips of pure shock. "This is my husband. Ashton. He teaches painting classes. And this is one of our sons Wilson."

All I could muster was, "I'm an uncle?"

Mother laughed quietly. "Yes, and don't forget about little Marison here."

I turned to see what the actual fuck my mum was talking about. I was faced with another blonde baby, her eyes half closed from exhaustion. This one was clearly a girl from the long eyelashes and more hair. There were two of them. Two babies. I'm an uncle of two twin babies with curly blonde hair and green eyes.

My jaw dropped further as Gemma asked, "You want to hold them?"

I nodded, at loss for words.

The Ashton guy sent me an amused grin as he handed me Wilson. I held the little guy in one arm, watching him with almost fascination. I've always been around easy around babies since Belle was born. He was so light and delicate. Flawless skin and slightly chubby cheeks. He was as light as Gemma already, his little cheeks tinted pink. His big eyes stared at me with wonder, not a single cry escaping his tiny, pink mouth.

Wilson was a gift from Heaven, and if not then he was probably the closest thing there was to it.

Mum handed me Marison, lying her on my other arm. Marison was tired, but didn't cry as she snuggled her face into my neck. Gemma broke out into an "aw" followed by mum who watched with admiration. My heart skipped beats when I felt her little face in my neck.

"I'm an uncle," I whispered to myself, repeating it a few times until it didn't feel as unfamiliar. "I'm an uncle to twins," I said louder.

Gemma beamed at the sight before. Mum covered her mouth, her eyes tearing up from the emotion. "Remember I said I didn't want to be a grandmother any time soon? I just lied, Harry. Probably the biggest lie I've said my entire life. Aren't they so precious?"

"They're beautiful." I gushed, instantly feeling like a woman, but it was okay because I could care less at the moment. My feelings were all over the place. I was happy, so happy and it was causing an uprise of emotion inside of me.

Mum suddenly turned her head, wiping her tears as she crouched down. "Belle? Sweetie, come here."

Everyone had their eyes on the toddler that was hidden behind the wall, her head poking out to watch us interact with the strangers. It probably broke Gemma's heart that she never met her sister, which was confirmed when Gemma's face dropped. It was replaced with sadness, but a grand feeling of joy making her eyes glassy and filled with tears.

Belle listened, surprisingly, and slowly walked towards mum. She had her little pink tutu on, her hair pulled up into a bun and pink slippers on her tiny feet. She looked like she came back from a ballet recital. I smiled at her when she glanced up at me, her eyes seeing the two babies in my arms.

Taking mum's hand, Belle turned her head to the side in confusion when Gemma crouched down next to her. I'm a complete emotional asshole now. Not just an asshole, but an emotional one. I wasn't going to cry, but if I was alone in my bedroom I'd secretly shed a tear or two.

"Hi," was all Gemma could say, her voice falling and filled with thick emotion.

Belle, being her usual self now, bounced on her feet and grinned. "Hi, I'm Belle!" She introduced herself excitedly.

Gemma laughed, watching the curious, bubbly little girl before saying, "Hi, Belle. I'm Gemma." By this point Gemma wiped underneath her eyes, sniffling. "I'm your sister.

She frowned a little, pouting her lips. "Weally?"

"Yes...really."

Serenity;

Emily and I had gone on her laptop and searched up cute names I could call Harry just to spike up some amusement. We'd eaten a few green grapes, switched to a tab that read "Top Ten Universities" when one of my parents would walk by, and cleaned up the mess of toy cars Willie made just so he could screw it up again minutes later.

By four o'clock Mia managed to spill orange juice all over me while Emily laughed and decided to assist my mother in cooking dinner because she wasn't in the mood to deal with my rants about sticky juice. Needless to say, the house was a loud mess and I was overly annoyed. I was forced to take a shower and rid myself of the sticky substance.

While in the shower, experiencing the most peaceful tranquility there is, I heard the door creak open. If it weren't for the peaceful silence, I don't think I would have heard it because it's so damn quiet. But I did, so whoever was out there, is about to get yelled at.

I slipped the shower glass door opened by a tiny inch, enough so I could clearly see what was going on outside of it. My eyes squinted, my mouth falling wide open as I saw Lenny there with his camera and his eyes glancing at the shower, totally unaware of the tiny space cracked open in the shower.

My lips formed a firm line of anger. "You little --", I muttered to myself, shaking my head.

He turned his back, setting the camera between a pile of clothes. It aimed directly at the shower, so he'd get a full video of me naked if I wasn't so aware of things. He'd spy on his cousin just so he can score seeing a naked girl, and probably wank off to it for the rest of his teenage years.

The thought made me pity him, but out of anger I took the chance as he was turned away to slip from the shower, on the tips of my toes as I reached for my towel and wrapped it around myself. Then, by the time he was going to step out the door, I shouted, "Are you fucking serious, Lenny!?"

He yelped as he turned around, falling with his back against the closed bathroom door. His mouth was wide open, light brown eyes staring at me with absolute horror.

"I-I-I...Um..." he stuttered, breathing heavily.

"You were trying to spy on me while I was naked out of the shower, right!? You little fucking perv! That's nasty! I'm your cousin, for crying out loud!"

"Well...you're really hot." He shrugged, and he quickly ran out the door the second my expression became excessively livid.

Growling, I started sprinting into the hallway, just two feet away from him. One hand clung to the towel around me, the other one reached for his shoulder. "Come back here, you little dweeb!"

My whole family was all over the place the second they saw me chasing Lenny around in a towel, still soaked from my shower. Willie stopped playing with his cars on the rug, Emily stopped stirring whatever she was mixing, my mother turned around from the stove, Uncle Francis stood from the couch, Mia looked up from her phone, Uncle Tom took his eyes off the football game, and Aunt Sam stopped setting the dining table. I was calling him a few names that hinted it had something to do with how he's a "perv".

"Whoa! Whoa!" My father yelled, eyes wide as he looked at his daughter.

Mom narrowed her eyes at me. Everything was always my fault. Well, not this time. "What is going on here!?" She shouted.

Emily was staring at me with a "what the actual fuck" facial expression. Her eyebrows furrowed, eyes wide as her mouth parted.

"This little fucking --"

"Language!" My mother screamed at me, her index finger coming up proudly to point at me.

Out of frustration, I groaned at her, but yet rephrased my sentence. "Lenny tried to put a camera in the bathroom while I was showering so he could record when I got out! The little perv wanted to see me naked!"

Uncle Tom coughed, laughing so loudly and obnoxiously. This would have made me laugh it wasn't me in this very situation. If I can say one thing about Uncle Tom is that he could literally be related to Niall. "Oh my damn! Boy, you crazy!? She's your cousin! You could've asked me for some porn mags!"

"Tom!" My mother warned, her eyes wide with anger. She turned to Lenny, who was now slouching in shame and watching the whole thing with hooded eyes. "That is unacceptable, Lenny!"

Aunt Sam -- or Samantha -- nodded her head in agreement. "Dear God, Lenny, why would you ever try something like that!? Serenity must feel like her privacy was violated! You apologize right now!" Samantha was nice and really funny, but when she had to be mature, she was really strict.

Everyone was silent as Lenny muttered, "I'm sorry, Serenity."

I sighed, still frowning from annoyance. "You're forgiven." I spoke back firmly.

"Serenity, you go on and get dressed. We're having dinner in ten minutes." Father ordered me, and I answered with a simple nod of my head.

As I walked upstairs, I could hear Lenny getting scolded by Uncle Francis and Samantha. Muttering nonsense to myself, I shut my bedroom door and dropped my towel right away. I turned to the drawers of my dresser, furiously looking for an outfit to wear before deciding on just putting on my undergarments.

Before I could, however, a voice appeared off to my right. "It worries me that you don't even look around before you drop your towel."

I gasped, my arms flying to cover my bust and my eyes widening as I turned around. It was Harry, though, so I didn't have to punch a stranger in the face. My astonishment settled in my chest, my eyes drooping to a scoff. He was lying on my bed, hands folded behind his head while it was tilted to get the perfect view of me.

"Don't give me that look, baby." He laughed. "I've seen you naked plenty of times now. Last night counting."

The blush sprouted on my cheeks like a patch of deep red roses. I grumbled, smiling to myself before throwing on my underwear and clasping a bra onto me. Then, I wasted no time on jumping on my bed like a child, straddling his waist like usual. He grinned at me, my hands pressed against his chest as I leaned down, nudging my nose against his.

"You've been appearing when I'm naked lately." I whispered, looking into his beautiful eyes.

"And thank Jesus for that." He chuckled, his hands finding their place on my hips.

I sighed in realization. I can't afford to get caught any time soon. "I have to go to dinner, babe. They're expecting me."

Harry pouted. "Okay, I just came to get my kiss since I didn't get one this morning."

My teasing smile crawled onto my lips. "Eh...maybe they can wait a little while."

We kissed for a few minutes, knowing any second they'd call me downstairs. His soft lips against mine, mercilessly killing me because of their texture, torturing me with the sensation that fluttered in my chest. I kissed both corners of his mouth that was curled into a satisfied, cheeky grin. Our mouths moved in sync, my teeth then gently sinking into his bottom lip and pulling back. We both chuckled against each other.

"I gotta go," I huffed, mumbling against his lips.

He held me tighter. "Just two more minutes." He begged.

"Just two." I warned. "You know we will --"

"I know, I know," he rolled his eyes. "But Gemma's back. She looks so beautiful and I can't even believe she's my sister. She's married and has two twin babies. A girl and a boy. She made me an uncle. I'm an uncle, Serenity." He rambled happily, he was beaming at me so hard that his eyes wrinkled at the sides whenever he laughs really hard. The thought made me want to smile.

My jaw dropped a little, a giggle escaping my mouth seconds later. "Aw. Really?"

"Yes. Twins," he bragged proudly, and playfully. "I'm probably the happiest guy on this fucking planet ATM."

I smiled widely, running my hands through his thick curls, then caressing his cheeks. "I'm happy for you, Uncle Harry." I teased. "It kind of has a nice ring to it. Uncle Harry," I repeated, chuckling.

He laughed. "It does, doesn't it?"

"I have to go, though. I'm sorry. We'll talk about it some other time. You can tell me more about your family then, since mine is downstairs waiting for me," I reminded him, and he immediately blew air from his lips.

Harry placed a soft kiss on my lips, pinching my butt before slipping his hands into my underwear from behind, his hands on my bare skin. He squeezed, my body reacting with goosebumps and a shudder all to his pleasure. "We need some time alone. Together for more than just five minutes," I mumbled against his lips, not minding at all how his hands were in my underwear.

He pecked my mouth a few times. "I promise I'll take you out, baby. Anywhere you want, yeah?"

Humming an "mhm" in agreement, I pulled away from his intoxicating lips. "I better get dressed, Hunny Bunny."

"Hunny Bunny?" He asked to himself as I got off of him and began to dress myself.

"Yep," I replied nonchalantly, amused when I turned around to find him standing, staring at me with confusion.

"Where did Hunny Bunny come from?"

I shrugged, acting as if I had no clue what I did with Emily as I pulled up some jeans. "I don't know. Just came to mind, Cuddle Bug."

"I swear, these names just get ---"

I rushed to peck his lips, shutting him up. "Go, now. We'll talk later, Pudding Pop."

He sent me another weird look before beginning to open the window. Harry turned back as I went to open my door, saying, "Goodnight, Big Boobie Carter."

I hissed at him playfully, causing him to laugh and shut the window. Outside on the fire escape, he made kissy faces and a heart with his hands. I was hoping he'd get off of it before he fell and hurt himself. Laughing to myself, I blew him a kiss that he "caught" and put it in his pocket.

Dinner went along pretty well, surprisingly. Emily and I sat together, laughing about some story she read online. My uncles and my dad were making jokes as the women laughed, well my mom just kind of sat there and chopped up Willie's food for him. Mia sat there on her phone as usual, being scolded at by her mother. Lenny grinned from cheek to cheek at his sister getting scolded at, which earned him a punch in the shoulder.

As Emily spoke to me, I overheard Willie tell mom, "Mommy, but I did meet Spider Man!"

Well shit, I thought to myself, eyes widening. I heard mom laugh at Willie, shaking her head and telling him to eat. Thank God.

There was a moment in which we were all just chewing and eating, enjoying the food. It was spaghetti and pasta tonight, so I was definitely enjoying this one. Everything was going swell when Willie held his stomach, beginning to whine. "Mommy, I don't feel so good."

Mom looked down at him in concern. "Why? What's wrong, Willie?"

Everyone kind of just watched, thinking it was probably something he ate. I did, too. I watched as Willie whimpered. "My tummy hurts...I think it was the bad mints Serenity got in her room."

Now heads turned to me as I frowned in confusion. "What mints?"

"The ones in the little orange box," he screwed up his face, fidgeting in his chair.

Emily dropped her fork onto her plate, gasping as my eyes widened and Emily couldn't control herself but to shriek out, "Oh my god, the pills!"

Holy shit, my little brother just took birth control pills.

A/N: MOOOOOOOOTHERF*********** PLOT TWIST EVERYONE

Let us just have a moment of silence...I just made Harry an uncle of TWINS

twins, yo

I JUST MORPHED HARRY AND ASHTON INTO TWO BABIES AT ONCE AND THE WORLD IS STILL STANDING HOW CAN THIS BE

i mean, what else could I possibly pull out of my pocket omf

anyways, Comment and Vote! Lol, don't kill me for having Gemma take possession of our strange Ashton fantasies and throw them into the trash. Gemma owns

she is the better Styles

#GemmasTheBetterStyles