Harry Styles Sister Novels & Stories

As if everything that had already happened wasn’t enough I had to gave him again at the celebratory buffet and I couldn’t decline the invite because it was my sister…. The next event was even bigger than the engagement party. A celebratory buffet my sister insisted on hosting, something about “bringing both families together properly.” It was elegant, controlled, perfect. Just like her. And somehow… I was there again. Dressed up, smiling when necessary, pretending everything was fine. Pretending I wasn’t falling apart inside, but I kept my distance this time.

She hugs me back I step back and look at her. Her long brunette hair, the same shade as mine, has been cut to a beautiful styled bob. Her skin is so tan and her eyes hold so much life and happiness. "Hawaii did you well" I say and she winks. My sister and I catch on pretty quickly, she is hiding an adonis somewhere. "I wanted it to be a surprise, so dad gave me the date and I didn't have to tell you" she giggles "So you knew?" I ask my dad

“How are you?” Although I appreciate that she doesn’t show any signs of having an opinion on my early morning arrival, I reply, “I’m sorry for coming in at this hour.” “You don’t need to apologize, Madonna, or explain. Though I’m glad that Harry left this morning, or you might be bombarded with endless questions.” She laughs softly. “No matter your age, you’ll always be his little sister.” “He’s always been a good big brother. He left early. Where is he off to?”

"Did you sleep well?" "Yeah, I did." I shoved down my food as I finished serving. "Good morning," my elder sister, Leah chirped as she walked into the dining room, looking gorgeous in a blue pearled gown. Her copper blonde hair flowed down her back, reaching her waist and her hazel eyes which she got from my dad, twinkled as she smiled widely. "Why do you look extra happy today?" I gave her a confused look. "Because your big sister finally got the opportunity to model for one of the bigger fashion companies in London." She squealed.

For the most part, math just is. Now that she’s moved in and we’ve settled down I find I’m more confused then ever about her chaste and very solitary lifestyle. I see her leaving in the morning, so lovely she takes my breath away. As a rule she wears a dark blue short skirt and vested suit with a white no-nonsense blouse. Her long white-blonde hair is usually done up in an elaborate French braid which reaches nearly to her waist, even after she has plaited it. I still haven’t seen it unbraided, but it must reach damn near half way down her legs when it’s loose. She breezes by with a sunny smile, a scent of shampoo and soap and the sound of her pantyhose rasping as she walks out the door and

I asked Harley, Harry's triplet sister who grinned, taking my question lightly, but I was actually being serious. "You are talking about Harry here, right?" She asked, amused. I scoffed mentally. Who else would I be talking about if not Harry. "Yes, I am talking about Harry. Does he really hate everyone?" I questioned, raising my right hand to demonstrate. Harley shrugged casually "He acts like he hates everyone but—" She paused and frowned "Wait, what happened between you guys?" "Nothing!" I squeaked the word....unintentionally. "Absolutely nothing!" My voice remained squeaky "Your brother is just being....well, he is being Harry!"

That familiar figure. That hair. Standing there. Looking like my sister. The same fashion style. My jaw dropped. It wasn't Ariana. It was her. Kaylee. What was she doing here?

Her sister stayed too long on that pool picture of him with the woman. “Aren’t you done?” she asked. “Not yet.” Cara zoomed in on the picture, and Hana rolled away. Her jealousy was eating her up, and she didn’t want to take out the anger on her innocent sister. “His sister is also hot. Camilla May McKenna. I think it’s a family thing. Oh, look at their brother.” Hana inched closer to her sister. There was another picture of two boys and one girl. You could tell they were all related. It was true. Kyle had mentioned a sister but never said anything about a brother. Her fingers sought the necklace hanging from her neck.

Daisy’s gaze landed on me, sliding down my dress with the kind of slow, disapproving scan as if I’d shown up wrapped in recycled grocery bags. “Hey, girls,” Angela greeted warmly, as Kylie and Hailey joined her. Both sisters looked at me like I’d wandered into a world I had no right to be in. “I was just talking to Mr. Gallo’s production assistant, Zoey. Sweet girl. And her dress is lovely.” “Oh,” Hailey said flatly, her tone dripping with boredom as she gave my dress the same scrutinizing once-over Daisy had. She was the elder sister. Tall, willowy, with strawberry-blonde hair, flawless porcelain skin, and the kind of lean body that screamed runway model. Kylie, in contrast, was all soft cu

The woman was smiling with an impeccable expression, and to be honest, Miriam had never seen such a beautiful woman in her life. When she woke up from her reverie, Miriam glanced at her husband and then compared her husband's face to hers. Even though their hair colour and iris colour were different, the woman looked almost like the female version of her husband. 'Elder Sister'. Miriam remembered her husband was calling her his sister. So that beautiful and elegant woman who exuded the same aura of maturity as Heath was his older sister? "Welcome to Almandine Castle, Miss Miriam. My name is Harriet Goldlane, Heath's elder sister. Ahem, may I call you Miriam?" asked Harriet.