Colors//H.S

"Wow, I feel like im in a hallmark christmas movie"

"If everyone would look for that uniqueness then we would have a very colorful world." ~Michael Schenker

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-Weeks later-

"You excited?" Harry ask me, as we sit in our seats on the plane.

"Very excited" I smile.

We're spending a couple days in Toronto. I don't know why we decided to spend more days here then we did every where else, but I'm not complaining.

The rest of your was amazing. We visited Ireland and Scotland. We had some time in London with Harry's family as well. Wales and some small stops in between. Then we went to Italy and Sweden and, it was just magical.

I didn't want to leave any of those places. But alas, all great story's must come to an end.

I got a bunch of new charms on my bracelet as well. Harry has been writing in his book I got him for Christmas. I don't know what he's writing, but I'm glad he's putting it to good use.

When we landed, I wasted no time in standing and practically running off the plane.

It's my first time seeing snow! I'm not gonna waste my time getting of the plane in a slow and orderly fashion.

"Oakley! Wait up!" Harry calls for me, laughing as he does.

I slow down a little so he can catch up to me, breathing hard when he does.

"You can't just run off like that Lee. The airport is full of fans and press today." He says, walking this time and me following suite.

"I know, I'm sorry. I'm just way to excited!" I squeal as we make our way to baggage claim with the security team.

"I know you're excited. That's why you can't run around. You'll get lost" He scowled me like I'm a child.

"Okay, Dad" I mumble. He smirks at me, sending me a cheeky wink.

"Alright, let go!" A security guard shouts, getting our attention.

"Is it..Greg?" I ask the guard. He rolls his eyes and drops his head, taking the back of his hand and wiping away sweat from his forehead, "Not again" he mumbles.

I've been trying to guess his name for a while now. He wouldn't tell me so it's kind of our own little game he doesn't really like to play. But deep, deep, deep down, I low he love it.

Harry takes my hand and follows the rest of security towards the exit.

"It's William" Harry mutters under this breath. I gasp.

"Harry!" I slap his chest lightly, "I was supposed to guess!" I scowled.

"You've been guessing for the entire European tour!" he smiles.

"I was going on alphabetical order. I haven't gotten to the W's yet, I was only at the G's." I defend in a playful pout.

"I'm sorry, but I know he was getting annoyed."

"I know deep down he loves it" I smile as Harry takes my hand.

I can hear the crowd getting louder the closer we get. "Stay close" Harry whispers. I give his hand a reassuring squeeze, telling him I'm not going anywhere.