I'm Nialls cousin. No big deal. Right?

Bunny hopping and a sketch pad

Part two

Breathe in... Breathe out...

Breathe in... OH BLOODY HELL WHO CAN BREATHE AT A TIME LIKE THIS!!! Me and Harry will be left... Alone... In the same house...by ourselves. This will not end well.

Despite my breathing exercises, i still gasped when I heard a knock on the door. Mixed with the thunder an lightening this could have been quite a creepy scenario if I hadn't known who was at the door.

"umm. Excuse me." I heard Harrys raspy voice call through the door. "Are you alright? I can break the door down if I need to. If you are alright can you please open the door." His voice was very sweet, that's what I loved bout Harry, he was always sincere and actually cared about the people around him.

"Comahing" I croaked as loudly as I could. I tumbl(r)ed over the edge of the couch, still wrapped in my quilt, and bunny hopped to the front door.

I must have been hopping very loudly because as soon as I awkwardly opened the door ,whilst also trying to keep my blanket up my I add, A very wet and sleepy looking Harry just chuckled at me. "Are you serious rory. You call me saying you are on your death bed yet you manage to hop to the door?" He gave me a confused grin and invited himself inside.

"Idiot" I groaned.

I stumbled back to the couch, where Harry had sat himself rather rudely I may add, and curled up on the opposite side to Harry.

He averted his eyes from the TV and scooched closer to me. "But seriously babe, are you alright? I bought 3 bottles of pepsi max, a tonne of chocolate and some play-dough. Will that make you feel better?" Surprisingly, I hadn't noticed the two plastic shopping bags he brought with him.

"Thanks curly. I owe you" Even though my voice barely came out as a croak, he still smiled.

"No you dont. I'm just an amazing person." he teased. Boof head.

"Aww shut up Harry. Let me suffer in peace" I whined. Well, tried to whine. Forgot I couldn't talk.

Without a word, Harry jumped up off the couch and ran down the hall. Why you may ask, we may never know.

"Wait right there!" I could hear his yell echo across the walls "I have the best idea ever!"

Several minutes later he came back with an overlarge sketch book and a handful of colorful sharpies, a packet of throat lollies, my penguin pillow pet I had gotten for Christmas and a cup of strawberries and cream tea balancing cautiously in his right hand.

"Am I a genius or what?!" he remarked cockily.

"What is all-" I started to ask him what the he'll all this stuff was for but he just hushed me.

"No talking, your voice needs a rest, hence why I got this!" his waved the large sketch pad in my face, everything else falling out of his arm. "Oops."

With a chuckle I grabbed the sketch pad and a blue sharpie and wrote him a message while he picked up and sorted out everything. Occasionally running off and coming back with the odd cushion or two.

When he finally settled down I tapped him three times on the shoulder.

"Yeah Rory bear?"

I jabbed the paper with my finger to get his attention.

Originally I had just written 'Thanks Haz!' but, seeing as he was taking a while, I kind of filled up half the pagewith random scribbles and cartoons.

I watched his eyes scan the paper, first focusing on the actual word, then onto the little sketches.

"Naww, it's okay Rory, it's nothing. And that's a really cute sheep by the way." he pointed to my little cartoon sheep escaping the fields of sheepness. A cute little smile playing at his lips.

In response I just drew a smily face.

"You know, you could have just smiled, you didn't have to DRAW the smiley face." ...smartass...

Being the mature almost eighteen year old I am, I poked my tounge out at him.

"See, thats more like it" he said sarcastically.

I poked his dimple and drew 3 little 'Z's in a thought bubble.

He read it and grinned. I loved the fact that he grinned almost as much as me. "Aww, little rory is sleepy." He said playfully before coming back to normal. "Here, I got some extra cushions to make you comfortable, and the tea and pillow pet and throat thingies. We can save the chocolate and stuff for later all right?" He studied my reaction to see whether or not I agreed.

'Sounds like a plan Boof head' I wrote.

"Oh shut up you princess. Now here, let me on the couch, I'm cold and not particularly fond of these storms thank you very much." He Squirmed in behind me on the rather narrow couch so his arms were around my waste.

I grabbed the pen again and wrote 'Are you sure? I don't want you to catch anything.' and showed him over my shoulder.

"oh well, it's worth it." he sighed melodramatically and started watching the movie. (Which was half way through already).

He certainly is a strange guy. Amazing, yes. But still peculiar.

OKAY BUH BYE NEED TO SLEEP NOW!!! 