Feels like snow in September

Hey, I'm Lola Styles. Yes, I'm Harry Styles' sister. I'm 17 almost 18 and oh yeah, I'm in love with Niall Horan.


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There's someone trying to whip my blanket off.

My eyelids feel impossibly heavy. I'm not ready to get up. Without bothering to open my eyes, I pull the pillow out from under my head, roll over, and hit the culprit with it.



“Owwch” says a distinctly Doncastarian accent.

“Your own fault Lou” I mumble, sleepily.

Next thing I know, I’m slapped in the back with a slipper. I groan.

Louis giggles and runs out the room. He’s gonna pay for that.

Kicking back my sheets, I shimmy into a pair of shorts before sprinting downstairs. The living room is empty but I can hear boyish chatter in the kitchen. Liam and Zayn are leaning against the counter, drinking coffee and Niall stands with his hand stuck in a box of cornflakes. I raise my eyebrows at him and he shrugs and continues to munch.

“Where is he?” I demand.

They boys glance out of the door and towards the decking. I quickly bustle past them.

There, cowering behind the barbecue is Louis. He stands up and walks towards me.

“Louis William Tomlinson.” I say, pacing back and forth.

“I’m sorry Cola-“ Louis starts, freezing on the spot.

I cut him off, “bless, you thought I’d show you mercy.”

I quickly run at him and shove him backwards. He topples straight over and into the pool with a splash. I smirk and walk back into the kitchen.

“So, where’s curly?” I asked, using my brother’s nickname.

Niall chuckles and I smile at the familiar sound.

“Still in bed” Mum says, from the fridge. “Why don’t you wake him up?” She finishes with a smile. Louis drips into the room and shouts “TIME TO GET UP.” The boys smile at each other and run for the stairs. Niall grabs my hand and drags me up after them.


~Harry’s POV~

What’s that? Singing? WOAH.

I wake with a start. I can hear singing and someone’s feet are repeatedly smashing into my mattress right next to my leg.

I open my bleary eyes to find Niall playing guitar with Lola on his back, Liam jumping on my bed and shockingly, Prince Zayn in the corner, laughing.

What’s the time? How is Zayn up before me!

I soon realise they’re singing the ‘time to get up’ song from X-Factor and smile.

They finish with a flourish and I fling my duvet back.

“TIME TO GET UP” I shout.

Lola laughs hysterically and Niall almost drops her. “Ohmygosh” she manages between giggles.

I smile at my baby sister and chuckle quietly.

“Now, you’d all better get out unless you wanna see nakey Harry” I say with a wink. Everyone quickly exits.



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