Love Song

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"Hello, Nanny are you here?!" Harry shouted out through the house, as be stepped in, and he kept hold of my hand in his, as I followed behind him.

"Where's your mom?" I asked, as I looked around the beautiful home. It was a bit old fashioned, but was tidied well and big enough for the perfect family.

"She's back in England," he said, and my eyebrows raised, expecting his mother.

"Oh," I said, and we both heard a creak from the steps as we saw an old lady standing at the top of the stairs.

"There you are, Nan," Harry said, as he released my hand, and walked up the stairs to the lady that wore a long gown. I didn't see it, but Harry pulled from behind her, an oxygen tank on a small cart with wheels, so the lady could easily push it.

"Hello, Mrs...-Beryl, darling, just call me Beryl," she said, her voice sounded drained out, but she spoke loud enough for me to hear.

"Hello, Beryl," I greeted her with my best smile, and she fixed the oxygen tube that hid under her nose, then gave me a toothy smile, making her so adorable.

"Nanny, this is Selena..you know, the girl from America, the one I met in England?" Harry was explaining to his grandmother, as he carried the oxygen tank down the stairs, leaving the cart upstairs, then helping her get down each step.

Beryl nodded like she wasn't able speak anymore.

"Did you call Gemma, Harry?" she asked, as she focused her eyes on Harry like he was suppose to call his sister occasionally.

"Of course, I did, Nan...you know I'm always calling," he spoke to her politely and she nodded again, as they finally reached the floor of the house, then I smiled again.

"Hello, Ms. Selena," Beryl spoke up again with a toothy grin, placing her shaking hand out for me to shake. I was gentle with her hand, as I could the green from her veins, and a shook her soft hand only with a small jerk.

"Do you mind if Selena stays here?" Harry asked his grandma, and she placed a hand up to stop him from anymore.

"I do mind, unless you get me a tea silly," she said, then smiled, signalling that it was joke, as she let out a throaty laugh, and I only gave a small laugh, as Harry just smiled with us.

"Alright, Nanny, I'll be right back," he finished speaking to her.

"Let me show you my room," Harry said, grabbing my hand again, as I felt the tingles and shakes through my body.He quickly got me upstairs so he could get some tea for his grandma or she would be standing in the same spot for awhile too long.

I was surprised to see that Harry's room was clean. It was perfectly tidied, and was a regular boy-looking room to me, but he mostly had orange in the room, which gave it a bit of a friendly vibe about it.

I was wondering what his grandma did while Harry was at school for so long.

"What does your grandma do while you're at school or somewhere?" I asked, kind of concerned.

"Oh, she just stays in bed most of the time, and reads," he said, looking me in the eyes with those green eyes that shone bright against the sunset.

"That's why her room would be clattered with books everywhere, but I'm absolutely not a reading person," Harry said with a chuckle, and I giggled back as I shook my head.

"I'll be right back," Harry said in a rush, as I became comfortable with the environment of his room. I mean who doesn't get comfortable in a comfy and clean room. I pulled off my jean jacket, and sat down on the intricately designed black and white sheet of Harry's bed.

His room wasn't as old fashioned as what it looked like downstairs and all, but it did have it's own style. It's just that Harry wouldn't have such a old fashioned style, but I could see it on him. I glanced and scanned the room with my eyes. I felt like I could almost tell what kind of person Harry was by things in his room, but some things were also as if they were hidden, and weren't such an open book.

I took my denim jacket and hooked it at the end of the bed, as I continued to look around the room. I would say my room had more art and drawings, because I was interested into those things, but Harry's room was almost like it was private and open all at the same time.

"I don't know if you're really interested into these, but I have," Harry busted through the door as if he still had another task to do for his grandma, but I could tell he was nervous at the rushing of his words as he held the collection of movies in his hands.

"We have uhm," he swallowed, as I saw his hands shake a bit, as he looked down at the first movie he had in his hand.

"Harry," I said his name with a smile, and shook my head at how ridiculous he was still being nervous around me.

"Please don't be nervous, it's just me," I told him, and he just looked me in the eyes with his green emeralds.

"You're fine, it's just Selena," I said, gesturing my hands up, then dropping them down to the soft comforter again.

Harry nodded, and walked up to me instead with the movies in his hands.

"I first have," he started as he sat down next to me, and I smiled at the first movie he showed me. The Notebook.

"Are you just trying to watch a romance with me?" I asked Harry, seriously as I looked at him, and he directed his eyes to mine again.

"No, I actually grew up with a lot of women in my family, and I just like these movies...I know, it's embarrassing, but--No, you're fine...I just thought you were trying to trick me into being your girlfriend," I said, and I didn't know if I should've said that at all.

"I'm sorry, that must've--No, I'm not that type of person to do that, love," he explained, and I nodded as the blood traveled to my cheeks, as I looked down.

"Okay, then yeah, let's watch the Notebook," I said, trying to erase and forget the mistake I had just made.

"Don't be embarrassed, love," I heard him while his deep voice made me shiver, and I felt his fingertips pull back this one curl out all the rest of my hair, behind my ear, making me smile even bigger. I stayed right there, really not wanting to make eye contact with Harry, as I folded my lips into my mouth and he got up from the bed.

"You want any popcorn, Selena?" I heard him ask, and I looked back up again, but still sat on the bed.

"Yes-But extra butter please," Harry automatically read my mind, and I turn my head to look at him as he came up out a kneeling position to insert the DVD in. He carried a smirk, as he walked out of the room, and I just gawked at him, wondering if he actually did really take a class on me.