I'm Taylor Tomlinson. Let me guess, you heard Tomlinson and thought LOUIS. Yeah, most people do these days. Not that I'm jealous or anything, I am enormously proud of my brother, he had done so well for himself over this past year. Every time I see him on TV, either doing an interview or when one of them annoying Pokemon adverts popped up (Yeah, Pokemon? I was going to have words with him about that for sure) I feel a surge of immense pride.

I hadn't actually met any of the rest of his band in person during the X Factor as mum had decided I should stay home and study for my last exams at school at weekends instead. I had been furious at the time but I was actually kind of glad she did as I had found my exams this year a piece of cake. Not that I would admit that to her of course. The only bad thing that had come from Louis' new found fame was the fakes. By this, I mean that girls at school who suddenly seem so keen to be my friend. It's almost like they think that if they become friends with me my brother will suddenly fall in love with them, dump his girlfriend and marry them instead. I totally understand their thinking, its a full proof plan!...If you have the intelligence of a brain damaged llama.

The benefits totally outweighed the costs though. Firstly I had instantly gained about 10000 followers on twitter when people found out I was Louis sister, which was sweet, Louis absolutely loves the support he gets from the fans. Secondly it meant that Louis was now m-i-n-t-e-d meaning he just loved to buy his darling little sister presents! Hey, it's a hard life but someone has to live it...

Louis had come home for the summer, bringing with him the one and only Mr. Styles. Now I am not the type of girl to fall for someone purely on their looks, but when Harry smiled down at me for the first time my heart had literally stopped. He's gorgeous, as simple as that. The hair, the eyes, the dimples, what can I say, they all made my heart melt. I know what you are going to say, every girl in the country is in love with him, what makes you any different? What makes me different is that during the two weeks Harry had been at my house so far I had actually gotten to know him. He was so much more than his looks, he was funny, he was caring and he was just such a generally feel good person to be around. I'm not going to say I love him, I'm not stupid. But I haven't felt this way about anyone before ever. Not that I would ever have the guts to tell him. Anyway, this is where my story began...