Crazy Little Thing Called Love

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Hi everyone, I am super happy with this chapter, so I hope you like it, too.  All the love, Summer xxx

The drive up to Hunstanton was about three hours so we left rather quickly after Harry had finished his packing. It was bitter cold outside and Harry turned on the heating as soon as we were in the car. We drove in silence for a bit, the only sound coming from the cars outside and the radio which was quietly playing in the background. It was quiet and peaceful and exactly what I needed today.

"Thank you so much for doing this." I thanked him quietly and looked over to him. He took his eyes from the road for a second and smiled at me. "No need to thank me, love. That's what friends are for, right?" I shot him a thankful look and then continued looking outside into the dark. It was only mid-afternoon, but the shortest day of the year was approaching and the days were shorter than ever. We stopped once to use the bathroom and were stuck in traffic for a bit, but we made it to my parents' house by a quarter to seven which was a lot earlier than I could have made it by train.

We got out of the car and I was suddenly a bit nervous. For starters, I was about to show Harry where I grew up and where I spent my entire childhood. Secondly, I was unsure about what my dad's reaction would be towards Harry being here. And thirdly, and most importantly, I was scared to see my dad. Until now I had been able to pretend that I was just imagining things, but standing here in front of my parents' house I had to come to terms with the fact that this could very well be my dad's last Christmas. I took a deep, shaky breath and felt Harry's hand slip into mine, giving it a light squeeze. "Hey, I'm here for you. You're not alone, okay? Let's get our stuff inside and say hello to your parents." I looked up at him and he gave me an encouraging smile, before he let go off my hand to carry his overnight bag and my massive suitcase up the path to our front door. Hesitantly, I followed him and then slowly raised my hand up and rang the doorbell.

The kitchen window was a bit open so we could both hear my parents inside the house. "Richard, would you mind opening the door for me, please? I'm fighting with the dinner." My mum's voice could be heard through the open window. My dad replied something which we couldn't understand outside and a few seconds later, the door opened. I had never seen my dad so happy. His tired looking eyes were glowing and his face spread into a wide smile. "Claire! What are you doing here? I thought you wouldn't come for another two days!" I was pulled down into a hug, trying not to tangle up the oxygen cable which was attached to the tube in his nose. "I missed you too much to wait another two days." I told him and carefully pulled away and gestured towards Harry. "Harry drove me here, mum invited him to stay the night."

My dad only then seemed to notice Harry standing in the door way behind me. "Harry, my boy, good to see you, lad!" They shook hands and I carefully closed the door behind us. When I turned around again, my mum was standing in the kitchen door, a wide smile on her kind face and tears in her eyes. She opened her arms and pulled me into a tight hug which lasted a couple of seconds, before she pulled away and quickly wiped her eyes with her sleeve. "I'm so glad that you're here now." she told me quietly, before she spotted Harry.

"Harry, love, come here. Let me look at you. Wow, your hair has gotten even longer since the last time I saw you." Harry chuckled and I blushed. "Mum!" She winked at me and pulled Harry into a short hug, which he returned. "Now, let's get you two settled in. Claire, I prepared your old bedroom upstairs for you two, unfortunately we don't have a guestroom, Harry, but Claire's bed should be big enough for the two of you. Richard is sleeping in the living room at the moment, otherwise I would have offered you to sleep there." She let us up the stairs to my old bed room, while Harry assured her that he was perfectly fine with sharing a bed with me and that she please shouldn't worry about him.

My mum opened my door and we stepped inside, Harry's eyes immediately wandering over the photos on the walls and the lyrics and poems I had hung up. You couldn't really see much of the wall except for one long side on which Lily had drawn the lyrics to Little Things, Niall's part to be exact. My mum broke the silence first. "I'll leave you two for a bit, dinner should be ready within the next twenty minutes." We both thanked her and then she hurried out of the room and quietly closed the door behind her.