A/N: What is this!?! Two updates back to back? WHAT! haha

This chapter is more of a filler, but I wanted to write a little chapter with Gemma and Louis to give a little insight on their relationship.

After this chapter, I will have one more then this book will be over! I have purposely left some problems unresolved, and I promise that in the next book it will explain why.

(keep your eyes peeled for the next chapter. It's already finished, but I have yet to decide when I want to post it)

Three week time skip: (Meaning school is out and it's summer)

Louis collapsed in the seat, his entire body sighing in relieve as his muscles finally got a break. His entire body ached and his arms felt like they were going to fall off at any second, and don't even get him started on his stomach that was practically eating itself from starvation. "How the fuck do you do this everyday?" He groaned as he rubbed the inside of his arms that were starting to form thin bruises from all the bags he had carried. "And in heels? My feet are killing me."

Gemma rolled her eyes as she started the car. "You get used to it. Try coming when the stores have sales. That kills, especially when you have to run in heels to get the things you want." Glancing over at Louis, she noticed the bruises forming on her arms and she rolled her eyes again. Ahh, she remembered her first time shopping in the mall. She wasn't able to lift her arm for three days, but it had been worth it.

Huffing, Louis buckled his seat belt with his jelly arms and relaxed completely in the fuzzy seat. He had to admit that, despite the bruises, sore feet, aching back and empty stomach, he had fun. When you actually had money to spend while shopping, it wasn't so bad.

Speaking of which. "Remind me again why I had to get three pairs of the same shoes, only in slightly different colors?" he asked her, humming quietly at the smooth vibration from her car.

"They were completely different colors, first of all, and because everybody knows you have to have shoes to go with every outfit. Ask Harry," she said, snorting. "On second thought, don't ask him. He only wears black," grimacing at her statement, she pulled out of the mall parking lot and began driving in the direction of her house. "You really need to convince him to wear some actually colors, because..." and here we go again.

Closing his eyes, Louis rested his head against the window and listened as Gemma ranted on and on about how Harry needs some color in his life and how nobody would know he's gay unless his tongue is done another dudes throat. So, things he has already heard today.

By the time they reached the house, she had managed to get even more upset and was still ranting about Harry. ".. needs a haircut. His hair looks like a shaggy ass dog is living on his head, one that has been neglected for months. I'm afraid that if he walks by me, a bat will fly out of his nest and attack me. It's just not attractive. You.."

"Need to talk to him, I know," Louis finished for her, but he wasn't annoyed. He was more amused than anything. On this trip, he not only got a wardrobe update, but he was gotten plenty of new visuals on Harry.

He looks like one of those creepy pedos that hide in the shadows and tries to lure you out with a ride on his motorcycle.

His wardrobe makes him look like an abandoned child who found tore up old clothes in the trash.

When he wears black on black, he looks like one of those scary biker dudes that will eat you for dinner if you look at his daughter wrong.

Or, Louis' all time favorite one.

God, his fucking tattoos look like a child got ahold of the tattoo gun and scribbled random ass things all over his body. I mean, who the fuck would get a giant ass moth tattooed on their stomach. Harry fucking Styles does, that's who. He's the man who wants to repel every single fucking person within a fifty mile radius when he takes off his shirt. I swear to god it moved once. Like actually moved, Louis. It creeps the fuck out of me.

While it does the exact opposite for Louis. Hell, that tattoo is his favorite one Harry has.

Agreeing with him, they both climbed out of the car and walked to the trunk. After five different times of coming out, the trunk was finally empty and they were both standing in the front room, a shocked look on Louis' face and a look of admiration on Gemma's as they eyed all the bags. They covered the couch, coffee table, and part of the floor.

"Holy shit," Louis breathed. He knew they had done a lot of shopping, but he didn't know they had done this much.

When Gemma dove into the pile and yelled for Louis to join her, his eyes widened and he shook his head furiously before he turned around and booked it into the kitchen. "She is not human," Louis said once he entered the kitchen, eyes falling on Harry that was sitting at the island, eating a bowl of cereal. "Oh, thank god, I'm starving."

"Tried to warn you," Harry said as he went to take another bite of his food, only to have the bowl, along with the spoon, ripped out of his hands. "What was that for? Get your own!"

"Yours taste better,"

"Does not! There's more of that kind in the pantry!" he argued. Harry quickly realized Louis wasn't giving him his cereal back, so he pouted like a two year old and stood up to get his own. He grumbled the entire time, too, but that didn't faze Louis as he sat down at the island, in the seat next to Harry's, and began to eat the lucky charms.

"You know you love me," Louis said around a mouth full of food, his lips puckering as he blew a kiss.

Harry stared at him with disgust, but his heart had fluttered in his chest and his mind instantly answered the question. Yes, yes I do love you, you Idiot. But, instead of caving in and saying what his natural response was, Harry shook his head. "Do not. Especially when you talk with your mouth full."

Grinning, Louis opened his mouth and let Harry see the contents before he asked, "Oh, you mean when I do this? Does this bother you? Aww, my poor Hazza." Harry grimaced, Louis laughed.

"Shut up and eat your food."

"Not until you tell me you love me,"

"Louis, you are acting like a child,"

Sticking out his tongue, Louis stuck his nose in the air and crossed his arms over his chest. He seriously wasn't going to eat. "Fine, asshole, I love you. Now eat your food."

Louis smiled and batted his eyelashes. "I knew you loved me. It's hard not to." This time, is was Harry that snorted.

"I beg to differ." Lies. "There are plenty of things that make it hard. Like when you steal my toothbrush because it vibrates and makes your tongue feel weird, or when you steal and eat all my damn cookies, or when you bring the damn cat into bed with us because you insist she needs to feel loved too," All lies. He loves every single one of those things.

Okay, almost. He still hates the cat. It stares at him weird and makes him feel uncomfortable.

Rolling his eyes at the obvious lies, Louis drank the milk out of his bowl and walked over to the sink to put his bowl away. "Whatever, you know you can't get enough of me," True.

And to prove that, Harry grabbed Louis around his waist and pinned him against the counter. Louis gasped in surprise when a Harry leaned forward to kiss him, only for him to be pulled in the opposite direction by a different person. "I don't think so, nasty. Stick it in your pants, horndog, because I called dibs on Louis today." Gemma said, gripping Louis' wrist tightly. She stared at Harry with a raised eyebrow, her brown eyes daring him to fight her on this.

"You better not turn my boyfriend into some fashion crazed barbie doll like yourself," Harry grumbled before he returned to his food.

Gemma, like always, rolled her eyes at her brothers insult and drug Louis behind her. She didn't notice the pleading looks he gave Harry or how terrified he looked when she pushed him down on the couch. All that was on her mind was getting him into these clothes.

So, for the next hour, Louis' body was crammed into various types of clothes and shoes. He was on the verge of being done with life when Gemma informed him that this was the last outfit that he had to try on, and he was more than willing to do so if it meant he could get out of here.

It was a loose fitting grey sweatshirt, matched with a pair of black skinny jeans and white vans. It didn't look too bad, but neither did the fifty other outfits. "I like it," He stated as he looked at himself in the body sized mirror Gemma had drug from her room.

"Me too, your ass really pops in those jeans," Harry, who had been standing in the doorway for the past half an hour just watching silently, said as he pushed himself off the frame.

Whirling around, and knocking a shoe box off of the couch, Louis caught sight of Harry just before he disappeared up the stairs. "Weirdo. Okay, now let's start on your hair. I think that your fringe should be swoo..." Louis stopped listening to her though, because he felt all the blood rush to his face. How long had Harry been standing there, and how much did he see?

It didn't matter that Harry had seen him completely naked. That was completely different than the situation they were in now. "Uh-huh, listen. I'm going to go and try to talk Harry into letting us get his haircut," Louis said absentmindedly, not even knowing what he had just told her as he made his way up the stairs.

"Finally, I never thought I'd get you to myself. I was worried there for a second that my sister had turned you straight," Harry joked quietly as he stepped out of the shadows, nearly giving Louis a heart attack and sending him tumbling down the stairs.

"Maybe she did. Who knows?" Louis teased, though his heart wasn't in it. Not when Harry was looking at him like that. "What?" he asked, suddenly self-conscious. He lowered his gaze to the floor, squirming as his entire body seemed to react to Harry's steady gaze.

All of a sudden, he was being pulled up the stairs and pushed against the wall with Harry's hips pinning him in place and rough, but gentle, fingers forcing him to look up. "Would you say that, even after I do this?" Harry asked, his voice low and threatening and Louis knew then and there that he was a goner.

His knees locked when gentle kisses were trailed down the side of his jaw, then one quick one was placed on the shell of his ear before they finally made their way to his neck. His knees were trembling by the time Harry bared his teeth and scratched them down the length of Louis' neck. "Do you have feelings for my sister?" Harry asked, his hips starting to move in small rotations that had their groins rubbing together as his lips still worked at Louis' neck.

"N-No," Louis stumbled over that simple word, but who wouldn't? He was pinned against a wall, with lips kissing along his neck while his cock was being rubbed. If he was being honest, he was doing quite well even being able to think of a word.

A breathy moan fell from Louis' lips when Harry sucked harshly at his neck. He thought that in a matter of seconds Harry was going to drag him down the hallway and fuck him, but when the older boy pulled away and Louis cracked one of his eyes open, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, he instantly knew that wasn't the case.

Harry was smirking. "Glad to see I can change your mind," Harry said, his dark eyes now shining. "Now, why don't we go down and see what else Gemma has for you?"

"Y-You aren't going to finish what you started?" Louis asked, his blood boiling in his veins when Harry shook his head no. "Fine, two can play at this game," Louis growled under his breath before he spun around. He was set on getting back at Harry, and as he stomped down the stairs, the idea suddenly came to him. "No sex for a month," he hissed over his shoulder, face bright with mischievousness.

"No! Louis! Come back. I'll finish!" Harry said, panicking as he ran down the stairs and pulled on Louis arm frantically. "Come on, please," he was begging now, but he didn't give a flying fuck. No sex for a month? He would rather die.

"Nope. You dug your own grave, Styles, now sleep in it," Louis popped his hip out and walked through the living room and disappeared into the dinning room, leaving a crushed Harry behind him.

Head sagging low, Harry followed after him, looking remarkably like a wounded dog with his tail between his legs. "Please, Lou, I'll do anything," Harry whined, using the rarely used puppy dog face.

"Anything?" Louis said in a way that worried Harry, but excited him at the same time.

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Anne walked into the house, sighing as she was finally able to kick her shoes off and let her aching feet breath. She just got off from working a sixteen hour shift, and she was not at all looking forward to cooking dinner. Leaning against the wall for support, she limped into the kitchen, favoring her right foot that had been trapped underneath a bed earlier.

Upon entering the dining room, this delicious aroma reached her nose and made her mouth water. It smelt like heaven.

Harry must be cooking.

She pushed the door open and went to walk in, but stopped dead in her tracks when she seen Harry lift his head up, hands still working on the mashed potatoes, and smiled this warm, genuine smile at Louis' back before he went back to mashing the potatoes. That look filled Anne's entire body with warmth, and it took all she was not to coo and awe at him.

Instead, "Smells good boys, what's cooking?" she asked, purposely closing the kitchen door louder than she needed to so the two boys would know she was home.

Harry had been walking to the sink to wash the potato masher off, and Louis was turning around to grab something off the counter, when they both froze in place and grinned at her. In sync, with hand gestures and all, they answered her. "Chicken, stuffed with mozzarella, wrapped in parma ham with a side of homemade mashed potatoes."

"Louis cooked it," Harry gushed (of course not mentioning he had been threatened with no sex unless he taught Louis how to cook the meal) before he rushed over to his mom and showed her the picture he had snuck of Louis standing at the stove. Louis had changed out of his brand new outfit and put on a pair of Harry's red sweat pants and a striped red shirt.

He looked so focused and happy in the picture, and Anne's heart melted when Harry looked at the picture with fond eyes. "He has only burned himself once so far, and nothing has caught on fire yet. He's learning quick," Harry sighed, eyes round and full of love, until a hot pad was being thrown at his head.

"You were the one who made me burn myself!" Louis shouted across the room, his eyes focused on Harry and his right hip popped out.

This boy and his sass.

"Did not! You burned yourself when you tried to grab the hot pan handle," Harry shot back, his phone sliding onto the counter and the picture forgotten.

"No, you smacked my butt and made...." Louis seemed to realize what he was saying because he clamped his mouth shut and looked at Anne, his face draining of color. "I mean, n-no. I grabbed the hot handle."

Harry opened his mouth to argue, but a glare was thrown in his direction from Louis and they quickly went back to busying themselves. Anne just sighed happily and set in the stool at the island, enjoying being able to watch someone cook instead of being the one that was cooking. It was a nice change.

It didn't hurt that from where she was sitting, she could see all the looks the two of them were sharing.

Ah, young love.