*HARRY'S POV*
"Looooooouuuuuiiis! You didn't even fucking ask me if I wanted this!" I moan as I bury myself under a pillow and then proceed to throw it at him.
"Let's see how many girls want to help you."

"Lou!" I shove him but he ignores him. "Li, take over. I must fight the Hazza."
"Not funny!"
We have a shoving war while Liam checks.
Seriously, I'm fine.
Okay, maybe just a little tiny little bit not fine.
Bridget was simply a bitch. I don't get her a car? Boom. "OMG YOU NEVER LOVE ME!! I DO SOOOOOO MANY THINGS FOR YOU DON'T GET ME ANYTHING!!" and then she slaps me.

The reason she broke up with me is because of a picture I took with Gemma.
She thought she was my girlfriend and I was cheating.
Okay, let's just say she took Karate or Kung Fu or something because I have a couple of bruises by yours truly.
"I don't want anyone. I'm seriously fine." I growl brokenly.

"Ummm.. how about.. this one!? Caroline Brown."
"Okay. Click the name."
"No, we just have to do that-" Liam huffs. "thingy. I forgot."
"Click on it!"
"Don't do ANYTHING!"

They completely ignore me. "Okay, okay, I'm clicking."
"Yay, it worked."

*Joy's POV*

"E-mail alert!" I scream as I run into my room and lock the door. Okay, so I have a really small closet. It's small but high. I can climb, too. I can climb with one hand. So yes, I get up on top of my small but high closet that overlooks my room with my computer and boom - privacy.

"Let's see what shit we got here."

"Caroline Brown,
congrats! You won the Date Harry Styles competition. "

Okay then. Fangirl breakdown in 3.. 2... 1...
"AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I scream.

Callie runs in, face flushed. "What happened!?"
"Look at this shit right here!" I throw down the computer in her hands and jump down myself.
"That's dangerous-"
"Shush and read!"

"Date Harry Styles competition? When did I let you enter this?"
Here she goes, being a parent.
"Callie, you aren't my mother, and I'm basically old enough to take care of myself now." I try to explain calmly.
"You have to fucking talk to me for these things!" She yells.
I roll my eyes. "Why would I need to talk to you?" I rise my voice.
"Because I'm your GUARDIAN! SISTER! What ever!"

I start to shout. "You know what?! I DON'T NEED TO ASK YOU! I'm the BOSS of myself! I'm NOT the 10 year old I was when Mom and Dad died, so stop PROTECTING and BOSSING and THROWING me around like a fucking child! I'm 20 now!"
Tears are starting to swallow my eyes.

"I don't think you WANT to be HAPPY for me, because ALL you ever DO is use the 'OH I'M DOING WHAT'S BEST FOR YOU" method! I'm not fucking FALLING for it now! Is keeping me from going over to Marie's to STUDY doing what's best for me? Is sending me to go WINDOW SHOPPING with you and your FRIENDS instead of me staying home WHAT'S BEST FOR ME!?"

"YES IT FUCKING IS!" Callie yells. "YOU ACT LIKE A BABYSITTER TO ME!" I yell back.
"WELL GUESS WHAT?! I'M SCARED! THAT'S WHY I FUCKING PROTECT YOU! MOM WAS KILLED BY A MURDERER! I DON'T WANT THAT TO HAPPEN TO YOU!!"

"IT NEVER FUCKING WON'T!" tears spill out of my eyes like a waterfall. "YOU KEEP ME IN HERE, LOCKED UP LIKE A PRISONER! I CAN'T GO TO ANY PARTY MARIE MADE OR HER BOYFRIEND'S PARTY OR WHATEVER!"

"You know FUCKING WHAT!? GO! GO TO THE COMPETITION, I DON'T CARE ANYMORE! THERE!" She spits out and stomps out of my room, her red face boiling.

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