"You won't forget me when you leave. Will you?" little twelve year old me asked.
"Never. How could I forget my favorite baby sister." he said
"I'm not a baby."
"I won't ever forget you, Em."
"Even if you become big and famous?"
One promise my lovely big brother, Harry, broke. He broke this one, and the one he made after the X-factor. He left, then Gemma left. After he left, bullies got worse, and his fans on Twitter hated me. But they all seemed to love Gemma and the other lads sisters. I was the hated sister to anyone in One Direction. I was never good enough. Especially when mum decides to send me off to go live with him and the lads. I wasn't even good enough for my own mother. I guess everyone was right, I am the hated Styles.
Warning: selfharm, if triggered easily, please don't read