My Famous Brother & His Best Friend (One Direction)

Chapter 6

The sun burning through my window made me squint.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes. Atleast it was a nice day. I climbed out of bed and went fpr my morning pee. I pulled my hair up in a bun and walked to the smell of bacon.

Harry was stood in his pajama bottoms, his back to me as he stood by the stove. He heard my entrance so he turned around.

"Oh, I was gunna bring you some up" he said, buttering some bread.

"Its fine" i replied, sitting on the breakfast bar.

"How was you sleep?" he asked, sitting down with our bacon rolls.

"It was alright, you?" i said.

"Yeah, woke up on the couch, with a blanket and my shoes off, thanks" I couldnt help but smile.

"Its alright"

We finished off our sandwhiches in silence.

"Ive missed you, yano" He said, finishing up his last piece.

I looked down at my hands. I felt bad and i felt rude, and i just wanted to hug him.

"Everythings changed now though" i mumbled, playing with my crusts. I sighed, picking my plate up and dropping it in the sink.

I stood by there for a second, as I heard faint noises.

"Do you hear that?" i asked Harry, and he stopped what he was doing, and listened for a bit.

"Shit" we both cursed at the same time. I ran to the front room, peaking out of the window. And there they were, fans, stood outside the house, chanting Harrys name.

"Its too early" i groaned, as Harry appeared behind me.

"I'll get rid of them" Harry said, biting his lip.

I nodded, knowing Harry knew how I felt about loads of people, it scared me.

"You know George, this is the most youve talked to me in these past three years" he said, grinning.

"Cmon, thats not true" i said, and Harry nodded. But i knew that he was right. I've been speaking to him, but it doesnt mean i've forgiven him.

"I know" he said, shoot, i must of said it out loud.

"I'll go and sign a few things come with?" Harry asked.

"No, its fine" i said. "I'll go and have a shower"

Harry nodded as I walked away to the stairs. I heard Harry pull on his jumper and shut the frint door after him.

I hated that he was being so sweet to me, because it made me look like a bad person. Even when mum and Gemma dragged me to his concerts, and he would try and talk to me but i would give him the cold shoulder.

I shook my head as I grabbed a towel and stuff.

The shower was hot, burning my skin. After about half an hour of washing myself and just standing there in thought, i decided to get out. I wrapped the towel around my head and my body and walked back to my bedroom.

The weather was warm outside so I decided to wear a pair of shorts. I took out my denim ones and put on my red adidas top with my blazers. I dried my hair and put my foundation on and my mascara. I let my hair run down natural down my back and walked down the stairs.

I heard voices as I reached the bottom. I walked to the kitchen and then stopped as I seen who was joined with Harry.

Harrys ex, when he was 16, was sat with Harry, a huge grin on her face. I really disliked the girl, her fake blonde hair made her fake eyelashes look tacky.

"Remeber Emily George?" Harry asked, and i nodded, walking past them to get a drink.

"Wow, havnt you grown!" Emily gushed, but I didnt turn around.

"Hm" i mumbled, trying to find something to eat.

There was silence as I stood there.

"George were going to see Gemma today" Harry said. Thank god. I loved Gemma to bits, atleast i didnt have to spend the day with Harry, not in a mean way.

"Can we go now?" I asked. Harry looked taken aback, before thinking.

"Yeah, um, Em, i'll catch you another time?" Harry asked, standing up.

I shot her a sarcastic smile as she walked after Harry towards the door. I sighed as he stopped to give her a kiss on the cheek by the door.

Always the gentleman styles.