"Excuse me for a minute," Gemma spoke breaking the weird silence in the room, she smiled at everyone. Although she glared when she looked at me, she kept her smile. "Harry, can I talk to you? In private." 

She walked away as I took Ramona's hand and pulled her with me. "Harry, what are you doing?"

"You're coming with me."

"Why?"

"I'm not going to let her kill me," I said as we entered my old room. Ramona closed the door behind her and I glanced at Gemma, she was sitting on my bed looking at the floor. She stood up and crossed her arms with an angry expression.

"Gemma-"

"Before you kill me, I didn't know she was your photographer," I cut Ramona off. She was going to calm her down, but I thought saying that would calm down my own sister. It looked like I was dead wrong.

"Really?! Out of all the woman, you chose her?!" She raised her voice.

"Hey! I'm sorry, okay!"

"What am I going to do now?"

"Um, let her be your photographer?"

"Um, when you break up with her, she will leave, you dickhead!" Ramona stood beside her and sighed.

"Gemma, calm down." She put her hand on Gemma's shoulder. "Harry, didn't know. I didn't know it was her when I saw her either."

"Wait," She looked at Ramona with wide eyes. "You knew?"

"I said, I didn't know it was her when I saw her for the first time!" Ramona explained.

"It's true, I only told Ramona her name." Gemma groaned, then sat down again.

"I hate you." 

"I love you too, sister." I did hear her, although she mumbled it. I tried to lighten up the mood and smiled.

"I said, I hate you!" She screamed making me groan. She was making a big deal out of it, she could leave her as the photographer. Even if I broke up with her, that was her job. She wouldn't leave because of me.

Even if she did, Gemma could find another photographer, there are millions who would take the job.

"You can find another photographer," I said.

"When?! How can I? The damn wedding is next week!"

"I can be your photographer," I offered. I was trying to be a good brother.

"Sorry to ruin your moment here, but your obsession with Camera's won't help your case," I chuckled at what Ramona said. 

If she only knew the photos I took of her- secretly- since we met till now. It might sound creepy, but true. I have always took sneaky cute photos of her, it was the only thing I got to call mine. 

She hated selfies and always thought she looked bad in photos. Although the camera didn't capture her full beauty like in real life, but she always looked beautiful and flawless.

"Well, there is an idea."

"Spill it!" Gemma said desperately to Ramona.

"Harry, don't break up with her until the wedding is over." I sighed.

"But I can't stay for that long. She is not annoying, but I think that she thinks we are meant to be and serious."

"What do you mean?" Gemma asked.

"I mean I have to. This time, I really have to."

"I don't care, but just hold your break up until my wedding day, okay?" 

"Well, I care! I can't keep lying to her. This means I'm playing with her and her feelings. I never played with any woman's heart and never will."

"Oh, really?" Gemma rolled her eyes. This made me angry. I respect them and I have manners.

"Yeah, really!" I said sarcastically. "All the girls I dated already knew it wasn't serious, but Amanda thinks it is. I can't do that to her and use her."

"Then why did you start the relationship from the beginning?" Ramona asked.

"If I knew, I would've never started it."

Gemma stood up with an angry expression. "Why are you always so selfish? Why do you always have to ruin everything for me?!"

"Gemma, I never want to hurt you. I'm your brother, I love you."

"Really? Because if you did love me, you wouldn't always show up late, ruin my plans and my wedding. Which I might add, most important day of my life." She wiped away her tears.She wiped away her tears. It broke my heart, but what made me angry the most that she thought I was heartless and I didn't care about her or anyone but myself.

I cared about her so much, more than I ever cared about myself because I loved her to death. I would've done anything for her just to see her happy, she didn't notice that.

"Gemma-" 

"Never mind." She left the room, not letting me explain. I loved her and I wished she knew that. I never meant to do all of these things to ruin her plans. The last thing I wanted was for her to hate me.

I groaned and hopped on my bed, burying my face in the pillow. 

Same old smell, same old comfy pillows. I missed being a teenager, I missed living with my mum and not-so-grumpy, but my annoying sister.

I missed watching movies with Ramona. Doing homework. Or at least bothering her while she tried to study in my room because her brother, Niall, used to watch football with a very loud volume. So, she came here.

I felt fingers running through my long hair, I smiled into the pillow knowing that those small fingers belonged to the girl I loved the most.

"Are you okay?"

"I am now. This feels so good." I moaned making her laugh.

"Oh please, don't make it sound so sexual." I chuckled and sat on the bed properly in front of her. Her eyes were glancing at every corner of the room. "Same room, same posters."

"Same dirty magazines," I pointed at my desk where I used to hide them. They weren't mine, anyways. I kept them for Niall.

"Someone is watching his mouth and language."

"Well, if I said por-"

"Never mind!" I laughed.

"I knew you would blush." She rolled her eyes. "Do you know that they belonged to Niall?"

"Yup, my dirty not-so-innocent brother. I knew!" She let put a breath. After we sat in silent for moments, she broke it. "Harry, you need to fix this."

"I know."

"This is not like any fight, this time it's a real one."

"I know," I repeated.

"What are you going to do then?"

"This one, I don't know. I messed it up this time and I need to fix it." She nodded and got up. My eyes followed her as she walked to the window, the sunshine was hitting her face making it extra beautiful. I smiled as I walked behind her.

"Remember when we used to sneak out and go to Zayn's parties, because we were grounded? Well, you, most of the times." She said giggling, I grinned when I remembered that.

Zayn was one of our crazy friends, but he moved away on his own to New York after school's graduation. He wanted to follow his dreams and become a big artist. We were in contact, we talked once or twice every week to catch up.

"Remember when we used to sit for hours on this roof?" 

She smiled, "Yeah, first smoke, drink and..." She paused looking into my eyes.

"Kiss." Her face started getting red, and she knew it so she turned around again to hide it. I was proud to say that I was her first, she was my first kiss too. 

The best part, the kiss wasn't awkward at all. It was the sweetest kiss I've ever had in my life. It was amazing and lasted for a few seconds. The cliche part, I felt the sparks and it was the moment I knew I loved her. We were sixteen, I knew I was developing feelings for her, but the kiss confirmed it. 

I didn't speak back then, but it was killing me. I stayed all these years watching her kissing other guys, going on dates until she met Alex. I was afraid to commit something then hurt her and ruin everything. 

I put my hands on her waist and gently turned her around. I didn't know what was I doing, I stared into her eyes and she stared back. We got lost that I didn't even notice I was leaning in to kiss her until she whispered my name.

"Harry..." 

"Ramona, I-" She closed her eyes and when I was about to say it, the moment had to be ruined.

"Harry? What are you doing?" 

I turned around to face Amanda.

Sorry if this is going slow, like I said I didn't want to jump into him being ghost quickly and I wanted to make it a bit realistic then onto the paranormal crazy part haha. I hope you like it and don't forget to vote and comment tell me what do you think Harry should do to fix him and Germma's fight!