Of•The•Stars {H.S AU}

21.

"Asteria!" A voice says, laced with playfulness, "Come out, Queen of the Stars!" I let out a giggle and push myself further into the wall of the wardrobe I'm hiding in.

"Okay, I give up! Come out, princess!" I jump out and I'm met with the warm and loving arms of my bampás, my dad! "You knew where I was!" I shout as he picks me up into his arms. He lets out a humorous chuckle before nodding his head, "Yep, I knew where you were." I fake pout as baba carries me back to the living room to sit with mama.

"Princess... why are you pouting?" Mama asks as baba sets me down between the two of them, "Baba pretended he didn't know where I was." I say, I cross my arms as I look over my shoulder to look at baba; trying my best not to laugh.

"Don't be silly! I can see your smile!" Mama says to me as she pinches my cheeks, "You're just trying to get your baba in trouble again aren't you?" I giggle before shaking my head, mama laughs with me and shakes her head as well, "Yeah! I know."

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That memory always sticks out for me. I can't tell you why it popped up in my head out of nowhere while I shower, but I can tell you that I always think of it because it's one of the few memories I have of my parents together, still married and happy.

Harry is still asleep and I didn't want to wake him, he looked so peaceful, so I just grabbed my clothes to change in the bathroom. I walk out of the shower and dry myself with a towel. I grab my lotion and moisturize myself before putting on the outfit I picked.

I put on the biker shorts and the sweater I got from my uncle, along with my socks which I fold in half before putting on my crocks. I open the bathroom door and take a glance at the bed, my eyes momentarily catch Harry's as he looks at the closing door.

I smile as I put my pyjamas down on the bed, "Good morning, Harrison."

"Why Harrison?" Harry's voice comes out deep and tired.

"You said you aren't Harold," I begin to explain and Harry nods his head, gesturing for me to continue, "So, I guessed you were Harrison." Harry chuckles and shakes his head, "You're strange." He says as he grabs the pillow and buries his head in it.

I walk toward my vanity and look at my wet hair. I wanna style it the way Mum did the day of the dinner party. So I look up a tutorial and attempt to do the hairstyle. As I look at myself through the mirror I catch Harry looking sometimes and I feel my face burn red.

Once I finish my hair I look at myself and I get a confidence boost. I look at Harry for some approval and he shakes his head, his mouth slightly open as if he wants to say something but it's not coming out.

"Ehm. You look... wonderful."

"Thanks," I say, my voice sounds a bit smaller. Weird.

"I should... probably, uh, get going, Lily will be picking you up in, like, 30 minutes, so... I'll see you around," Harry says. I nod and stand up, "Yeah, see you." I say as Harry walks toward the window. He climbs out the window and, before going down, waves goodbye.