Yellow.

twenty four.

"Oh darling, I am so glad you are home!" Anne sighs, wrapping her hands around the lanky man.

"Ahh mumma," Harry instantly frowns, not ready to return the hug.

"Shh, you made me worried, allow me a moment," she softly warns, pressing a kiss to his cheeks.

Harry rolls his eyes, keeping a frown and squirming. "Why...Why w-w-worried?"

"Because the last time you wandered off, it took us a while to get you home son," Robin lightly chuckles, ushering Iman into the house and politely helping her with her jacket.

Everyone in the house is quiet, happy and less worried. Niall and Gemma are standing close to each other, struck by guilt and thinking of proper ways to approach Harry without any further annoyance.

"H-Harry is fiiiiiine mumma," he insists, bringing his palm to pat his mother's face and smiling to himself.

Anne wrinkles her nose, gently taking away his palm from her face and kissing his knuckles. He keeps his eye contact on the floor, carefully avoiding the concerned stares from everyone else and trying to keep his thoughts together. Chad has already said polite goodbyes from everyone and has politely turned down pie offers from Anne and Gemma.

"Welcome to our lovely home Iman," Robin says, giving her a warm hug and smiling at her.

"Thank you very much, sir," Iman nervously says, clearing her throat and noticing the twins happily smiling at her from the living room.

"Oh please, call me Robin, and we should be thanking you," he says, motioning her towards the kitchen.

Gemma smiles a bit, letting go of Niall's hand and trailing behind them. This would be a perfect time to strike a discussion with the person Harry never stops talking about, and maybe this would be a great time to have some tea, and talk a little. The door leading to the kitchen is slowly closed and Iman releases a bit of breath, admiring the comfortable space.

"Do you want anything? We had a hearty lunch, you cannot stay without having something," Robin speaks up, patting the stool and walking to the gas stove.

"I'm good, thank you very much," Iman smiles.

"I could make her some tea, and get to know the famous Iman a little more," Gemma weakly smiles, and Iman catches the identical feature shared between the siblings.

There is this similarity between the faces, although they clearly look different. Gemma clearly shows her emotions through her facial expressions, and Harry doesn't, because of obvious reasons. Robin pauses, understanding the two women should be left alone and he should get Myra downstairs to know her father is home and happy now.

"I should get Myra downstairs now, she must be engrossed in Mulan as always," Robin smiles at Iman, glances at Gemma and finally excuses them.

A brief moment of awkward silence engulfs the two of them. Iman bites down her lip and gently sits on the stool, not exactly sure of what to do or say. Gemma clears her throat and hurriedly walks over to place a stainless steel antique kettle on the stove. The overhead cabinet is shakily opened and Gemma brings out a purple case containing flavoured tea bags.

Thoughts are racing through Iman's head, and she mentally questions herself whether or not to start a conversation. This is her first time having a discussion with the sister of the man she has feelings for, and apparently her name is famous around the house. It will be wise for her to pick the right words, and not randomly squeak out of nervousness.

"I'm sure he has already told you, yeah?" Gemma speaks up, filling the kettle and turning on the gas stove.

"Yeah, congratulations," Iman gives a small smile, allowing a bit of her teeth show.