4 Little Styles

"Michelle, I told you not to look like a hot hobo," I said strictly as I saw Michelle yowling at the screen, which was - guess - FIFA.
"I'm sure your pervert friends will enjoy this view," She responds, as I watch the guys's eyes dart towards her legs.
I clear my throat.

"I think you've forgotten who's sister this is," I snap darkly.
"Hey. Calm down, mate." Louis slurrs.

Then I hear Hayley yawn, coming downstairs and I mentally groan. Damn. Why does she have to look exactly like Michelle, same outfit and all?
"Your sisters are hot." Niall's eyes widen.

"You're looking at girl versions of me, just to make a point."
Hayley looks over and smirks, obviously flaunting herself. I'm having a long argument with her..
"Harry! Your friends are perverts!" Michelle whines.

"I agree. Go put on jeans."
"Kay." She grabs Hayley so they throw on a pair of jeans and come downstairs.
"Hi," Marcel waves as he awkwardly enters the room.

"Marcel! Finally, someone you guys won't drool over."
Marcel forces a smile. "Yeah. Hello."

2 minutes of an awkward silence until Hayley's phone rings. "Oh. Emma!" She rings. "Yeah. They're in here right now. I'll text you a picture."
She hangs up, and I roll my eyes.
She snaps a photo and wiggles her eyebrows as Zayn. "Ooh, you're a looker."
"Why thank you," He winks.

I'm in danger of gagging.
"I like the one in the quiff." It's like they're not even in the room.
Niall coughs. "We going to the mall?"

"Yay! Mall! I'm buying a milkshake, ice cream, and of course a salad to keep me healthy." Michelle squeals as she rushes into the car.
"Who's driving?"
"Me," Louis says.

"Great. Now Michelle's gonna try and flirt with you the entire ride since she called firsts."
"Front seat, bitches!" She shouts.

Louis slips into the front seat and the rest of us pile into the backseats.
As Louis starts up the engine, I look out the window.

"Hey? Michelle?"
"Mhm?" She looks back at me, face relaxed, but not for long.
"Who's that?"

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