Harry Styles Imagines

•Jealous Of Gemma•

Written By Izzy!! <3 I love her!! x

(Don't you dare laugh at me because I cried because of this imagine..Don't you dare! I mean I cried so much because of her writing lol x)

Being Harry Styles' sister was tough as it was, being away from him while he did his career, but it was harder when he never seemed to pay attention to you.

It seemed like Harry was always bothered by y/n, always wanting to hang out with Gemma. Always wanting her to go out to the movies with his friends, or always inviting her to help him with his new album. It was even simply who he chose to sit next to in the car, or who's side to take in an arguement.

It was always Harry and Gemma, never Harry and Y/n, and it put y/n in a place she never though she would be in before.

It was like a dark cloud, following her wherever she was. With no friends to talk to, no attention to destract herself, y/n was stuck in a world with her and her thoughts. She was 16, expected to be out with friends and having a life of her own, but she was always someone to stand behind the crowd, distance herself because it was rare for her to find someone to chose her before anybody else. She didn't want to risk being hurt, but that's all she's ever felt.

She thought she could hide it by isolating herself in her room and clearing her thoughts in a journal, but it wasn't until her mom, Anne, had found it on her floor one morning.
Anne never expected her daughter to feel this way, especially because of Harry. She had no idea what else to do, so she made y/n go to therapy five days a week, expecting a change to happen within her daughter quickly. But there was no sign of happiness in her. No sign of anything.

"Hey mom, I think I'm going to get a few drinks with the guys and Gemma" Harry announced, fixing the last bit of his hair in the living room mirror.

Anne sighed, have been putting up with this for too long, and now slowly reaching her breaking point.

"Aren't you going to ask me where your sister has been?" she asked harshly, slamming the skillet against the stove.
Harry flinched, looking at his mom curiously as he haulted his actions. He hasn't seen her so harsh in a while now, and whenever it gets too harsh, he knows something serious is going on.
"She's in her room getting ready, I—"

"I'm talking about y/n, Harold, your other sister!" she screamed.
She couldn't believe after countless months of y/n not home for several hours a day that Harry would have no concern over where she's been.

"No. What—what's wrong? Is she okay?" Harry stammered, feelings his heart pick up speed as his hands became sweaty.

Anne sighed, having no motivation to sit and explain to Harry everything that's been happening. Gemma was always there to pick y/n up from her appointments, and was always there to make her feel happy, and it made Anne worry how Harry had no idea what was going on. Never even asking.

She had no idea how right y/n was.

"She's been in therapy for months now, and—and I think you should know why" Anne whispered, feeling tears pile up in her eyes.

Anne gentley placed the journal on the table after getting it from the junk drawer, making Harry stare curiously at the journal.

Taking a seat at the table, Harry cautiously began to read the pages that held more truth than he could ever know.

"March 21.
I just don't understand it now. Why does everyone look passed me? What did I ever do to be this way? Why do people never notice me? I feel like I'm just here to make a higher population. I feel like I was only born to fill up the emptiness in the world. Do you know how people always say you were born for a reason? I used to believe that. I really did, but maybe that's the only hope lonley people have. I really wished they'd realize hope doesn't last very long."