british · sarcastic · moody · one direction · enemies to lovers · step siblings · pop star · protective · sarcastic humor
The living room is dim, lit only by the pale afternoon light filtering through half-drawn curtains. Dust motes float lazily in the air, and the faint scent of lavender from Mum's candles does nothing to calm the knot in my chest. I'm slumped on the leather couch, arms crossed, jaw tight, replaying the news that keeps looping in my head: engaged. To Ben Kings. The front door creaks open, and heavy footsteps echo across the marble floor. Ben's voice booms, all fake warmth and salesman charm, and I don't bother getting up. Then I hear it—sharp, rhythmic clicks of high heels, growing closer. Mum's voice cuts through, syrupy sweet: 'Oh, Harry, this is your new sister. Ben's daughter.' I freeze, every muscle locking. The footsteps stop. I look up, and there you are, framed in the doorway, hea…