Polaroids & Memories

Messenger ~ 8

( Harry's POV )

"I'm home!" I yell, going up the stairs to the apartment. I find mom and Gemma making dinner.

"Hi, welcome home! Your dinner's ready, sweetheart." Mom sets a plate with dinner for me on the table. Gemma and I take a seat at the table and eat dinner. Mom sits down too.

"By the way, did you fill out a career path questionnaire while you were at school today?"

"Uhh, I did a while ago. How'd you find out about that?" I look at Gemma and squint my eyes at her.

She holds her hands up in defense. "Hey, it wasn't me."

"I heard about it from the other moms at my baking class. Isn't it a little bit late? You're already a senior after all!"

"Yeah..." I shrug. I guess they should've told us earlier.

"What did you write down?" She sets down her spoon on the plate and looks at me.

"I don't know." I stare down at my plate. With my fork, I move my food around. Steak and mash with some peas.

"You should just write down whatever you want to be. That'll be fine!"

"Yeah! Just write down loser!" Gemma says and laughs at me.

"Oh, hush Gemma."

"If I knew what that was, then it'd be easy, wouldn't it?" I sight and push my plate away. "May I be excused? I'm not that hungry."

"Sure, honey. I'll put your leftovers in the fridge. You can eat it later."

"Thanks mum." I stand up but mom interrupts.

"Oh wait, I have something I want you to take over to Niall for me, if you would please."

"Oh! Then is Niall back?"

Niall is a friend of mine that lives next door. Met him a few years ago. Irish fine lad that he is. He was away at boarding school. Perhaps I should ask him for advice on things.

"Mmhmm. Take him the pot sitting on the stove. It's just some extra dinner that I thought he might like!"

Niall always like food especially my mums.

I go to the stove and take the small pot and head downstairs. Going threw the hallway leading to the bakery, which is now closed for the day, and go out the front door. I walk next door where he lives and set the pot down on the ground and knock on the door.

The door opens and reveals Niall standing there, smiling. "Hey! How are ya, Harry?"

"It's been a while, huh?" I smile back at him and give him a handshake.

"You're still a shrimp. Are you eating? Still looking pretty small to me." He chuckles and gives me a grin.

But the fact is that I'm taller than him. Yet he calls me a shrimp.

"I haven't seen you in three months and that's all you can say?" I frown.

"Oh, is that dinner just for me?" He points to the small pot, laying on the floor, in front of me.

"Yeah. My mom asked me to bring it over." I pick it up and hand it to him.

"Thank God! Thank God! What's that sweet lady made for dinner?" He opens the lid and sees the food inside.

"Uh, can I come in for a sec? I wanted to talk to you about something." I rub the back of neck with my hand.

"No prob. As long as you don't mind the naked lady laying there in my bed. She's nice." He looks at me and grins.