Styles on Tour

"Not Bad Styles, Not Bad"

Harry's POV:

I was barely out of the car when I saw the front door swing open and my smiling twin come barrelling down the driveway. I laughed and swung her into my arms when she got closer.

"Hey trouble," I said into her hair. I heard her giggle and she pulled away from me.

"Hey yourself," she grinned. "Good drive?" She asked, following me round to the boot so I could grab my overnight bag.

"Yeah it was pretty quiet, not much traffic mid-week," I shrugged. We made our way inside and Em flicked the kettle on while I ran my bag upstairs. I was staying here tonight then me and Em were going to make the drive down to my place tomorrow, save me driving loads in one day. Then in two days time we were off to Colombia. Em fixed us both coffees and we sat ourselves down in the living room. I slung my arm around her shoulder, grinning down at her as she sipped her drink. 

"So what's new?" I asked. She giggled.

"Nothing since you text me this morning," she said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes with a smile. I swear my sister could never just answer a question straight.

"You know what I mean. Since I was last here," I said. She shrugged.

"Nothing interesting. I think doing my exams has been the highlight," she laughed. I laughed too and poked her cheek.

"Aren't you just sooo cool," I teased her. She poked her tongue out at me.

"I do need to know though, is there a limit on baggage? Because I'm currently on two suitcases, a holdall, and two backpacks but I think I'm gonna have to use another suitcase," Em asked with a frown. I felt my eyes bug out of my head.

"You have that many bags? How much shit do you have?!" I asked laughing. She rolled her eyes.

"We're going for 3 months! I have a lot of stuff!" She protested.

"There'll be a laundrette at the hotels. You don't have to bring all your clothes."

"But I like all my clothes," Em retorted. I shook my head chuckling.

"Come on, let me see the disaster zone and we can try and sort it out." I stood up and carried my mug of coffee up to her room. It was like a bomb had gone off. Two big suitcases were unzipped and lying open on the floor, clothes folded neatly in them until they were full. Em's holdall was on the bed with clothes practically falling out of it because she'd tried to cram in so many. Her two backpacks were on the floor, looking like they were about to burst open. She also had a whole bag crammed full of books, which caused me to smile to myself. And her clothes. God they were everywhere. The bed was covered, they were piled onto her desk chair, the floor was covered. Not to mention toiletries. It was like Em had emptied the bathroom cupboard onto her bed. In amongst the chaos, Benjy was playing with the strap on one of Em's bras, rolling around and trying to grab at it. I turned to her with a raised eyebrow and I was met by a sheepish grin.

"Okay I know it looks bad," Em started. I waited for her to continue but she just paused. "I have nothing to defend myself with, it's as bad as it looks," she eventually said with a shrug. "Buuut, you can help me," she said dragging me over to the bed with a sweet smile.

"Okay well it's winter in South America but it's not gonna be freezing there so you won't need any massive thick jumpers," I started indicating over to the stack of jumpers that were crammed in her case.

"Aww but I love those jumpers!" She exclaimed. I gave her a look.

"Just because you love them doesn't mean you have to bring them," I said with a chuckle. "Come on, we're going to unpack them and sort this mess out," I said shaking my head. I started taking out the clothes that Em had so neatly packed. When the case was empty I looked over at her.