Gemma Styles
"Hey, Ash?" I call as I walk out of the bedroom to see Ashton wiping the last of the plates and putting it in the rack.. I walk over and give him a peck on the cheek,some of his stubble tickling my lips, "Thanks, I was supposed to do that after I finished taking a nap."
"It's okay, you've been so busy with wedding planning and all, it's the least I can do," He props himself up on the counter, "What's up, Gem?"
"Two things, one, if I were to fly in a few friends for the wedding,would you be okay with that?"
"Of course, whatever makes you happy, and what was the other thing?" He raises an eyebrow at me.
"Can I go visit the house?" I sigh, scraching my hair nervosly. He nods, then opens the draw, grabs keys and sunglasses,"Without you?" I squeak out, and he stops.
"Oh." He tosses me the keys,and I catch them, "Are you sure you'll be okay?" I nod, assuring him, "It's your parents old home, are you sure you can do this alone?"
"Yeah, I've been meaning to go back. I'll be back soon, okay? Bye Ash!" I walk over near the door and slide on my flip flops, keys in hand. I walk out of the door and sofftly shut it, joggging down the stairs and getting into my car. I pick up my phone and call Harry before I start driving,
"Helloooo?" Harry says into the phone. "Gemma, why the hell are you calling me?"
"Hello to you too, little brother." I roll my eyes. "Can you come to the house, like right now?. I'm acutally not asking, I'm telling you." I drop the phone, not letting him give me a reply,and turn on the car, and start driving. I turn on the radio, and drum my fingers along to the annoyingingly catchy song. When I pullup to the house, I mentally prepare myself, for whatever new I may find in my parent's old home. I get out of the car, slam the door, and go up to the front door and bring out my keys. I swing open the door, all the same furniture from when mum was still alive intact and standing. I quietly shut it, and start to walk around the lower level, the faint smell of my stepfather's cologne and my mother's perfume mixed. I walk into the kitchen, and subconsciously glance at the chair mum always sat at.
"I miss you so much. So damn much." I whisper, tears streaming down my face. I'm sure if she was here she'd say something like,
"Language, Gem."
I walk into the living room, when I hear the door open and Harry walks into the house. "Hey."
"Hi." I say in a shaky voice, looking at the black umbrella in the corner of the living room.
"You listened Gemma, after all these years you listened to mom. There's even the umbrella." He points over there, and I nod, starting to reminisce.
"Don't open the umbrella indoors, Gemma." Mum says as I run around with the big black umbrella. She's in the kitchen, washing dishes, so I run up to her and ask,
"Why?"
"Legend has it that if you open your umbrella inside, it'll rain on your wedding day." She says, and I stick my tongue out.
Ew. Boys have cooties, like Harry and he's three.
"But what if I want it to rain on my wedding day?"
"Then open it, just don't run around."
Tears spill out of my eyes, as Harry just sits on the couch, looking around. "I'm going upstairs, do you want to come?" I ask, and he wordlessly nods, following me up the stairs and to the left, into our parents bedroom. "Are you going into dad's closet? I'll go in mum's." We part ways, and I walk into the closet, switching on a light. Her clothes are still there, and I finger through them, when suddenly plastic hits my fingers. I take the hanger with the white dress off the rack, and put it on my bed, and gasp.
It's a wedding dress.
It's short, white, with some lace on it and a blue sash.
It's mum's wedding dress.
I remember saying how I always wanted her dress when she showed us the pictures, and I suddenly see a piece if white copy paper with my mum's handwriting on it.
Darling,
If you're reading this, you're getting married, and I've passed on. I'm so sorry for leaving you and Harry I just–
Well now I'm not in pain anymore.
Regardless, you listened to me. You kept your promise, and for that I am so proud of you. I thought you were just joking, but you kept it, and I'm grateful.
You've changed from the bright eyed six year old, to the rebellious teenager, to finally, a fully grown woman.
Who still needs her mummy.
Anyways, this dress goes back five/six generations. You see, your twice great grandmother had the original dress, and wore that to her wedding, then she gave it to her daughter, your great grandmother and she made a few changes and wore it. Your great grandmother gave it to grandma, who made a few alterations and wore it, then she gave it to me, and I made a few alterations and wore it.
So, make your alterations! Because you and I both know you wouldn't be caught dead in something your mother wore.
Like, ew.
You'd so say that.
Gemma Styles, your last name better be changing to Irwin. Or else I will come and get you, because Ashton is one of the best things that ever happened to you.
He makes you happy.
I miss you Gemma, (and Harry too),
Anne.
P.S You may have noticed that this letter is dated after my death. Weird, huh? But I know you Gemma, and you know that this is not a coincidence.
After all, I was and still am a woman of many secrets.
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HAVE YOU GUYS HEARD FIREPROOF? IT'S AMAZING OKAY, THAT'S WHY I UPDATED.
OKAY, ALSO CAUSE I WAS SICK AND STAYED HOME TODAY BUT...
DHEJSNSLWNEKWNEDSIJEEIJDRHJHEB THE FEELS FROM FOUR AND FIREPROOF.
SJSIEBEIJENEIRJHDIJEE
DHSJDHNEJHEBNRENJE LOUIS SOLO IS PERF
THERES THE LINK FOR THR DRESS IF IT DOESN'T SHOW AT THE BOTTOM!
I KNOW IT'S SHORT AND SHIT, SORRY.
Ashxx
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