Story Of Our Lives

Hey Brother

It was 7:53 and Harry leaned against his apartment door, waiting for Niall and his dad.

"Harry! Wow. I didn't expect ya to be ready before me!" Niall chuckled.

"Anyone's ready before ya!" his dad remarked. Harry chuckled and the three began walking to Mr. Horan's car.

"So Harry, where ya from?" Mr. Horan asked.

"Holmes Chapel," Harry replied.

"Whatcha doing here?"

"Umm...job purposes...with me mum and yeah..."

Niall gave Harry a reassuring look. Harry nodded and gave a small half-smile. The truth was: Work was the last of his reasons for coming to Doncaster.

~~~

"Niallator!"

"Gregosaur!'

The two brothers embraced. "Dad," Greg said as he hugged his father.

"Ahem," Niall said, clearing his throat. "This is Harry. He moved in across the hall," Niall said, motioning towards him.

Greg walked over and stuck his hand out. "Good to meet ya, Harry. I'm Greg." Harry nodded and shook Greg's hand.

"Well, let's get ya home!" Mr. Horan announced. He took one of Greg's suitcases and Niall took the other. Harry felt bad for not helping, but there wasn't anything to grab. After insisting on taking Niall's bag for the fifth time, Niall gave it to him.

"Geez, Harry! Maybe when school starts, I'll hire you to carry my books around." Harry chuckled awkwardly, feeling stupid for offering to help so many times.

~~~

"So Harry, how has Doncaster been treating ya?" Greg asked.

"It's alright," Harry replied, stuffing his face with food to avoid anymore questions. Niall had insisted on stopping to eat, so the four were currently sitting at a local restaurant that Harry had never heard of, thought the Horans were really fond of it.

Harry took another slice of pizza from the pepperoni pie on the center of the table.

"So Greg, did you have fun?" Niall asked.

"You could say that," Greg replied with a mouthful of pizza.

"Don't talk with your mouth full!" Mr. Horan scolded.

Harry looked over at Greg and asked, "So where did you go?"

"Hmm?" Greg finished swallowing. "I went to Ireland."

"Mullingar, to be specific!" Niall added. Harry nodded and took a sip of water.

The four chatted away the afternoon. At around six o'clock, the Horans plus Harry arrived at their homes.

"Well, goodnight!" Harry called as he stepped into his apartment.

"Same to ya!" they called out. His mom was taking a nap in her room, so Harry decided to watch some tv in the living room/"his room".

He turned it on and a soap opera came on. Mum..Harry chuckled to himself. He changed the channel to a random movie and layed down on the sofa.

~~~

I might, in the future, switch point of views. We'll see. If I do, it will be for a reason. Not just to write in a different perspective.