fiona only has trouble with 1d's names because she mostly knows them as lil bro, lil bro's boyfriend, lil bro's boyfriend's boyfriend, lil bro's best friend and lil bro's pet thumb
fiona styles EVERYTHING!!! mermaid fiona helping harry tell their parents about the boy from the surface!!! angel fiona crying as her sister harry gets stuck on earth trying to retrieve her lost halo!!!! FIONA STYLES MAKING SURE HARRY STYLES DOESN'T FORGET TO TAKE CARE OF THEMSELVES FIRST AS THEY BEND OVER BACKWARDS TRYING TO MAKE OTHER PEOPLE HAPPY!!!!
Tiny SO TINY (200 words tiny) thing based on this post so basically fiona styles wearing this shirt
“Is... that my face?” he asked curiously.
“Hmm?” Fiona replied looking up from her nearly finished book. “Oh, yeah. I grabbed it from the t-shirt pile this morning. Hilarious innit!”
“Weird more like it,” Harry responded. Fiona was as supportive as a sister could be but always drew the line at wearing any merch with his band's faces plastered all over. This shirt in particular had only him standing in the middle of a giant capital H, arms crossed and grinning at any onlooker. He wondered what changed her mind about it but decided not to ask and get too much information back.
“Ooh are you embarrassed? Too cool for your big sister to support your little band?” Fiona mocked from the couch.
“What? No. Shut up.” He quickly made his way to the kitchen to grab a banana and dart towards the door. “I have a meeting to go to about the world tour my 'little band' is planning. Bye!” Harry walked out as the faint sounds of Fiona's uncontrollable giggles followed him to the stairwell.
okay yes this feels better hello i wrote another thing about Harri it is about her coming out to her older sister Fiona i am a predictable writer let's not focus on that what's important is that you read this 1.1k if you feel like it
Coming Out Styles
A week before Fiona was meant to come home for spring holidays Harri and Niall sat cuddled on the couch in front of the TV flicking through the channels. Niall had been the first person she told and, just like the supportive boyfriend he had always been, he hugged her within an inch of her life and told her she was the most amazing girl he'd ever known. Harri had had her moments but even since then she felt like he was going to be her forever. That's why out of blue she felt comfortable enough to say, “I'm kind of scared.”
“Of spiders?” he asked, confused. “I know. You always ask me to let them outside. These ones on telly aren't real though, they're just through the screen but I could change the channel if you like,” he said, reaching for the remote to change the Animal Planet documentary they had landed on.
“No,” she laughed, “Fi's coming home soon and I'll have to tell her about me.”
“Oh,” Niall reoriented himself to face her. “Well, do you wanna talk about what you're afraid of?”
“What if things aren't the same? She's so important to me I don't know if I could lose her,” Harri explained near tears.
Niall pulled her closer and dragged his fingers through her steadily growing hair, “Well babe, I've met Fiona a few times and from what you've told me about your relationship it seems like she adores you. You're the closest sisters I've ever met, I'd be surprised if she didn't get behind you 100%.” Hearing Niall refer to them as sisters conjured a bubble of hope in Harri's chest. Not even their mom had done that, used to saying siblings after all these years.
“You're right I guess. It's just... this all kind of feels like a dream. Like it's been too easy in comparison to things I've heard.” Niall opened his mouth to say something but she cut him of quickly, “I know I shouldn't measure myself to others because everyone's different but...” Harri trailed off and snuggled deeper into Niall's chest.
“It's gonna be okay.”
“Yeah. It is.”
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School the day Fiona came home went by painfully slow. Harri fidgeted her way through class until the last bell rang and she burst out of her seat, imagining that the faster she got home the sooner she'd see her sister.
When a car pulled into their driveway almost 5 hours after Harri had slammed herself through the doorway, she had all but given up hope that Fiona was coming at all. She didn't move from her spot facedown on the couch until the telltale signs of a happy reunion filtered in from the front hallway. Wandering towards the noise, she heard the tail end of Anne's greeting.
“...are you? We've missed you here.”
“I'm good mum, it's so good to see you. Uni's been tough but we're all getting through. What about you guys, where's my favourite brother?”she asked.
Anne started, “Well actually-”
“Fi!” Harri shouted over her mother while running into Fiona's arms.
“Hey,” Fiona grunted from the force of the hug. “How are ya, kid?”
“Good. Really good.”
“Well let's give you some room let you settle in. Room's just how you left it!” Anne dismissed her daughter and gave Harri a pointed look. Once Fiona was safely upstairs and Gemma had trailed her with her remaining bags they could have a quick chat.
“I just- I want to be able to tell her on my terms,” Harri admitted. Anne's face softened immediately as she pulled her in for a moment.
“Okay,” she said. “Whenever you're ready.”
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They had a late dinner where Gemma told them all about the latest guy she's seeing and Fiona spilled about her fabulous uni life. Dinner lead into a re-watch of “He's Just Not That Into You” and they all headed off to their rooms after wiping away their rom-com tears.
Lying in bed Harri got a surge of confidence and made her way to Fiona's room where the light still shined from under her door and faint music played. She paused outside the door remembering the nights they'd stay up together talking and listening to new CD's even though it was way past her bedtime. Letting go of the memories for a moment she knocked just loud enough to be heard over the music.
“Come in!”
Her room looked the same way she had left it except the suitcase next to the bed that reminded Harri this was temporary.
“Hey,” she started. Fiona smiled in acknowledgment and plopped down on her mattress, patting the spot beside her. “I'm really glad you're home. I missed you, Fi,” Harri confessed as she sat.
“I missed you too! I've not stopped talking about you to my friends, they think I'm mental,” she laughed. “What's up, how've you been?”
“Uh, good. I um, have something to tell you actually.”
Fiona's face turned serious. “What is it?”
“Well it's just, I would've told you first probably but you were away and I... well you know it doesn't matter I just have to tell you know it's fine this is gonna be okay,” she rambled breathlessly. Harri paused, gathered her thoughts, and started again. “Fi, I'm a girl?” It came out like a question but at least she said it. Before she could get a reaction she started up again, “I mean I know I was like your brother or whatever I uh this is just something I've been feeling for a while and kinda just came to terms with it.” The words lost direction as she kept talking and got tangled in her thoughts for a bit. When she came back to the present Fiona had a small smile on her face. “Is this, um, it is okay? Are we okay?”
“Come here.” Fiona opened her arms and waited for Harri to snuggle into her. “It's more than okay. It's wonderful and I'm happy that you felt like you could come to me.” She rubbed soothing circles into her back as her breath evened out. “If you ever need to talk you can talk to me. I promised you that before and it still applies. You may be my sister now but nothing is gonna change, okay?” Fiona looked at her for confirmation.
okay this took way too long im sorry everyone but here is the 1.2k conclusion of this thing. it involves sick styles family members and a cliche ending and sneezing with uncovered mouths so enjoy that part 1 part 2 timestamp
Brother Baker - In Sickness and Warm Germy Blankets
Weeks later, once the excitement of dinner and dozens of cupcakes faded, Fiona showed up to work with watery eyes and a rattling cough.
“I can work though! It's not too bad yet, I can-”
“Go. You can take a day off and we can't risk Nick getting sick right now either,” Matt interrupted with an air of finality. Fiona's shoulder's slumped and she grabbed her bag from her chair, secretly kind of excited to spend a day at home. There was a lot of TV building up for her to watch.
Once she got down to her car her pocket buzzed with a message.
Webs the earliest u can get me? Barb sent me home :(
when's*
on my way now
ok cool
Harry was sick too but they had both buckled down and opted to go into work. It was just as well they were both going to be home as Fiona wasn't sure if she would have had the energy to go back out to pick him up. She sneezed one last time and pulled onto the motorway, avoiding the disease droplets covering the steering wheel.
When she drove up to her usual spot Harry was already looking miserably out of the front shop window. He slowly stood up, waved at everyone inside and trudged out to the car. “This sucks,” he said forcefully. “I didn't even cough on the food I totally turned away from it.” He sniffled a little bit and continued, “Barbra sent me with some soup though. It's still hot but we could could also heat it up later. There's kind of a lot.” He coughed and nearly smacked his head on the dashboard.
“We should get home,” Fiona said, already reversing out of the lot. “You can do the soup while I grab all the blankets and move them to the couch.”
“Operation: Get Well Soon?” Harry asked hopefully.
“Yup,” she confirmed. Operation: Get Well Soon (O:GWS affectionately) was started by their mother when Gemma used to get sick as a child. Fiona hadn't been annoying or sick enough to get a special system laid out for her colds. She didn't place herself in the middle of the busiest areas in the house and sneeze on all the furniture like Gemma was wont to do. Anne decided enough was enough and that if anyone developed a sickness O:GWS would begin immediately. The procedure is taped on their fridge and are as follows.
Step 1: Wrap the sick person in as many blankets as possible and put them in the living room if 2 or more sick people bundle them together)
Step 2: Make chicken noodle soup and pour off the excess broth into a separate bowl. Noodles and broth should be eaten in alternating turns. (If a non-sick person is unavailable make the soup as step 1)
Step 3: Turn on the TV to their favourite movie or a DVD of a show to be playing constantly. There should never be an entertainment-less moment.
Step 4: Place tissues in an easy to reach area that isn't resting directly on a body part
Step 5: Check in every 15 minutes without being invasive unless they need something or medicine needs to be administered.
The system's been working for upwards of 17 years and Harry hasn't known anything different so they're not about to defer from it.
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Soup on the burner and blankets slowly piling up on the couch and surrounding area, the siblings began to feel a little bit like kids again. “Gogglebox reruns are on! We could watch that or one of the DVDs. The reruns are on marathon if that makes any difference,” Fiona called to Harry who was stirring the pot in the kitchen.
“Marathon means less effort,” he replied weakly. “Less disruption of our setup.” Fiona settled on the channel and began fluffing pillows to stabilize the blanket cocoon they were making.
3 hours later they had empty bowls, cold soup in the kitchen, the short term memory of 6 Gogglebox episodes and a sea of tissues littered around them.
“June may get annoyed with him but she really does love Leon,” Fiona weeped at the ending of the most recent segment.
“Same with Steph and Dom. How would they even go on without each other,” Harry sobbed back wiping furiously at his eyes. Sickness had left them vulnerable and the happiness of the show's couples made them feel particularly lonely. Neither of them had had much luck in love recently besides Harry's brief hope of something starting with Nick and even that dream was dying out.
Just before the Gogglebox music started there was a knock at the door. They shared a look battling silently on who should get up to get it.
“Hello?” a voice that was distinctly Nick Grimshaw called through the door. Harry's eyes widened and he got up as quickly as he could, tangling himself in a well packed blanket and tripping into the door. Fiona laughed herself into another coughing fit as Harry pulled open the door and leaned on the wooden reinforcements.
“Hey,” he said in a voice that he hoped sounded seductive. Nick looked surprised to see him at the door.
“Hiya! I brought some soup and cold tablets for your sister and you as well I suppose. This is just a sick house today isn't it,” he said gently pushing past Harry into the house. Harry smiled at the contact and trailed after Nick into the main room.
“Hey Grim,” Fiona greeted him from the partially dismantled blanket burrito. “Should you be here? Finchy said he didn't want you getting sick.”
“Am I going to let Matt Fincham dictate my life Fifi? Let me live free! I wanted to visit my favourite person because I heard you were sick. Kill me for showing a little compassion,” Nick explained dramatically. “I might as well leave if I'm not wanted.”
“No! Stay!” Harry said quickly, all forms of shyness from the last time they met broken down by sickness. “You can help us with O:GWS!”
“What on Earth is an Og-wuss?”
“It's a sick plan our mother came up with when we were kids,” Fiona said still half paying attention to the TV. Harry led Nick to the fridge where they kept the laminated checklist. Nick realized it was laminated for a reason as soon as Harry sneezed unbridled.
“Sorry,” he said with a stuffed nose and a weak smile. Nick was endeared even though he was probably going to get horribly sick from this interaction.
“It's okay. What's the next step?” he asked. Harry explained the way soup had to be prepared and Nick decided this was definitely worth the cold.
When Fiona checked on them after 15 minutes of silence and saw Harry dozing leaning on Nick's shoulder with Nick carefully petting his hair and smiling gently, she knew they wouldn't be crying over couples together in sadness much longer.
Harry felt his phone vibrate with a text as he rolled out croissant dough from last night's refrigeration.
Are you listening to radio???
give me a sec xx
Harry took a break to turn on the radio in the back room that was always tuned to Radio 1 and kept one ear listening as he returned to pastry prep. They were in the middle of waking up Sandy from Cornwall with DJ Snake. The music changed as they did their last wake up for the morning.
“And good morning to Harry in London this morning!” Nick said in his overly cheery voice.
“Morning Harry,” Matt and Fiona added one after the other.
“Harry's working at a bakery this morning! I guess he should already be awake then, don't fall asleep on a pastry. He also sent us in about 4 dozen cupcakes to the office, thanks there. I've ate about 2 ½ already-”
“Five!” Fiona interrupted, her smile obvious even over the radio.
“Okay five. Put me right off my diet you have. Fiona says you wanted Jack Whitehall to wake you up but I'm mad now. Won't do it.”
“Nick,” Matt warned.
“Alright okay a little bit of Jack Whitehall to wake up Harry this morning!” The clip played followed by the crash indicating the end of the segment and the beginning of Dark Horse by Katy Perry.
Harry excitedly texted Fiona back with a series of exclamation points and went back to rolling out dough. Nothing at all could crush his mood.
