2015 || H.S

Many Reunions

Note: No characters are based on Harry Styles' own relatives. All characters are made up and my own. All rights reserved.

"Gem! Maia!" Harry yelled, his deep voice radiating through Gemma's room from downstairs.

"Yeah?" they called back, Maia jumping off the bed and waving her freshly painted nails through the air.

"Code Blue, you have an hour for prep!"

Gemma's face showed a wave of worry but Maia just laughed. "What's code blue?"

Gemma shot up, grabbing her phone next to the bed. "Family's coming in an hour."

"Why would you call it code b—"

"You've never met our family," she stated. "They're coming for the day to see Harry again, and they are unforgivably wild."

"Who all is coming?" she asked, outstretching her fingers so not to smudge.

Gemma was dancing back and forth between draws to pick out an outfit. "Our grandma, Daisy, our aunt, Delia with her two daughters, Courtney and Mandy, then there's Uncle Chris— I hope that's it. Anymore and this place will become a madhouse."

Maia ran through them in her mind, already imagining a set of dimpled people of all ages in a line at the door. Grandma Daisy, Aunt Delia, cousins Courtney and Mandy, Uncle Chris.

"Why do you need an hour to 'prep'?"

"Gosh, Maia, do you not remember?" Gemma asked with faint amusement, taking a chosen set of fabric in her hands and rushing into the bathroom to shower.

"Do they know I'm here?"

"They will in an hour."

Maia tried to dig into her memory box. She couldn't ever recall any family other than who she had already met again. She couldn't even remember their real dad, but he wasn't often around.

"I'd recommend getting ready. The last thing you want is to be caught mid-shower when they arrive," Gemma advised before hot water began running.

Maia exhaled slowly and shuffled back to her and Harry's room, finding him in front of the mirror with his hands running smoothly and carefully through his damp hair.

"Did Gemma tell you about who is coming?" he asked. Maia realised how much attention he put into his hair to get it like it was each day. It was designed and crafted to perfection.

"Well... sort of. Grandma, aunt, uncle, two cousins."

"Yip, that's it," he mumbled, stepping away from the mirror and flashing a smile at her. "How does it look?"

"Fine, just one little thing..." She neared him and lifted her hand, causing him to freeze in place. It was a second she hesitated, before correcting a strand of hair that had lost its way.

"There," she smiled, "perfect."

"Thank you." It sounded like he had trouble getting the words out, but Maia ignored it. She was just thinking about how soft it had been, as she had imagined. How much she wanted to slide her whole hand into his hair.

"Maia..."

She snapped out of thought. "Yeah?"

"You're still in pajamas." Harry pointed down and she followed it to her baggy shirt and shorts, suddenly embarrassed by them. "You should probably get dressed before they arrive."

"Oh yeah, of course." She let out a flustered chuckle as she held her head. "Sorry, I'll go now." She disappeared before she said anything stupider, leaving Harry puzzled.