Gemma smiled to herself as she shuffled through a rack of clothes. She hummed a little song and pulled out something, examining it, and then throwing it into the pile of clothes she had on her arm.

She looked up at me. "Pick out anything you want. I'm buying." She smiled and flashed credit card between her fingers. "And don't say ‘oh, I don't want to be a burden,’ because you're not, m'kay?" I sighed and nodded.

I sifted through the other half of the rack, looking for anything I might like.

"So, you and Niall?" I looked up at her.

"No, we're friends, nothing more, nothing less," I stated.

"Then you and my brother?"

"No! Not at all!" I laughed. "But he is a great chef. He made eggs for me last night." She nodded.

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"We're back!" Gemma sang as I opened the door for her. She had many bags on both hands while I had just two. Gemma didn't complain though, so I guess that was alright.

Gemma looked back at me. "Mum's not home. I don't know about Niall and Harry, though." She dropped the bag on the floor. "Boys? Where are you?"

"We're just watching a film," I heard Harry yell from the theater room."Would you like to join us?"

"No thank you, Harry. Me and Rosa have some stuff to do, unfortunately." I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at Gemma. She smirked a crooked smirk that reminded me a The Gribch.

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