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Gypsy
My day began with my father blasting David Bowie at the early hour of nine in the morning. "Rise and shine lovely people!" He cheerfully smiled, handing Harry and I each a cup of tea.
"Thanks dad." I grumbled, still half asleep. Dad went around and opened the curtains allowing the morning sun to flow into the room.
Harry softly laughed at my bed head but his was equally as amazing. His painted fingers made an attempt to soothe the lion's mane on my head. "Good morning." He smiled. His voice was a lot deeper in the morning and his accent was much heavier.
"Mornin'. What do you wanna do today?" Sitting in bed in my childhood room with the man I've quickly grown very fond of felt surreal.
"Anything that you want. You know all the good stuff around here." I was excited to show him around the ranch and introduce him to my family.
I finished off my cup of tea pretty quickly. My friends always tease me about how quickly I drink stuff, no matter what it is. I've done it since I was born. Harry stayed in bed for a bit and scrolled through his phone while I got up and got dressed. I settled on a lacy shirt with some jean shorts and a vest to complete it. At home my cowboy boot collection was quite intense, I had at least fifteen pairs. In LA I had around five or so. Today I decided to go with some brown boots with yellow flowers on them.
"How do I look?" I spun around as I re-entered my bedroom where Harry was now lacing up his sneakers. Today he settled for some black shorts and a vintage t-shirt along with his classic white vans.
"Perfect as usual." He complimented.
I rolled my eyes and smiled at his sweetness. "C'mon. My grandma is eager to meet you." I grabbed his hand and we walked outside towards the path that used to be much more worn down. In the background of our talking you could hear birds chirping and the many different animals my family had. Ahead of us was faint music that my grandma always had playing. Usually it was The Beatles or Elvis.
My grandmas house was a bit bigger than ours because she hosted everything. I spent most of my childhood running around her house. "Ah! There's ma Cherie!" She wiped off her hands on the apron she seemed to always wear. She ran over and hugged me. To be almost eighty, she had the spirit of someone younger than me.
"Hi nana." Her hugs were always so calming. "This is the boy I was telling you about."
"Which one?" She teased. She knew exactly which boy. After I told her he was famous she immediately got my aunt to help her google him. Now shes been updating me on her favorite songs of his every day. "Just kidding, how could I not recognize the boy that's been taking up all of our phone calls?" She embraced him and he happily accepted it. Their height difference was amusing to see. Harry was around six feet and nana was no more than five feet.
