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twenty.

"She'll have coffee, whiter than mine." Harry retorted making me glare at him as Gemma stood.

"You can make your own, you fart arse." Gemma told him, making me laugh slightly.

"Can I help?" I asked quickly, making to stand by Gemma shook her head immediately.

"No sweetheart, you're my guest, you make yourself comfy." Gemma smiled as she flicked Harry in the head as she passed him and he rolled his eyes in response making me laugh slightly.

"Hey I'm your guest too!"

Harry pouted as he followed her into the kitchen and I looked around the room as I sat alone awkwardly, twiddling my fingers as I waited for them to come back.

I thought about getting up to look at the bookcase in the corner of the room but I thought that would be rude so I just sat there until I pulled out my phone, the sound of chatter and laughter coming from the kitchen made me sigh.

I had always wanted an older brother, but I would have settled with any kind of sibling actually. I think it would have made things a lot easier for both me and Mum when I was younger, less pressure on her, and some actual company for me.

"What do you and Mum want for Christmas?"

I heard Harry's voice raise above the noise of the kettle boiling and I tried to busy myself with my phone knowing it was rude to eavesdrop on other people's conversations.

"I don't want anything you know that, but Mum would love it if you went home and saw her. Would really make her year." Gemma spoke and I bit my lip.

I only knew what Harry had told me, that his Mother didn't speak to him.

I heard Harry groaning and I imagined that he was rubbing his jaw like he always did when he was nervous.

"You and I both know she doesn't want that, so you need to stop bringing it up."

He was definitely rubbing his jaw.

"She misses you Harry, and she's not mad. She was never mad-"

"She was fucking livid Gems."

I rolled my eyes knowing that I wasn't the only one that he cut off when talking, but then I remembered I was the one eavesdropping so I had no right to judge.

"Yeah back then, not now. She misses you and I know you miss her. Come on, you can't spend Christmas alone again." Gemma pressed and I frowned.

Harry spent Christmas by himself? I had been wrong when I assumed they at least spoke at Christmas.

"Why not? Not like it'll be the first time. I survive."

"Yeah cause getting drunk by yourself on Christmas day isn't fucking lame."

Gemma snapped and I cringed at her tone, the conversation going silent as Harry reappeared carrying two mugs with Gemma close behind, a smile that was clearly not genuine plastered to her face.

I thanked Harry quietly as I took a sip of my almost perfect coffee before gently placing it down on the coffee table between the three of us.

"I was actually thinking Harry would spend Christmas with me." I spoke without thinking and I cringed as I realised I gave away that I'd heard their conversation. Why was I so stupid?

"With you?"

"I am?"

I swallowed thickly as the siblings spoke at the same time, nodding slowly.

"Yeah, I was going to ask if you wanted too," I fibbed, I'd just decided on the spot I wanted him to, "I'm going to be alone and if you're going to be alone. It would make sense... to be alone... together." I shrugged lamely.