Brother // l.h.

Twenty Nine

"So what exactly happened when you talked to Chelsea?" I asked Harry as we sat next to each other on the plane that would take us to Manchester. He looked at me innocently at first. He sighed, giving in to my stare. "Well we walked outside and sat down on a bench. I asked her really directly what her problem is. She said I was her problem and our friendship or relationship or whatever we had going on." Harry started as he checked his twitter. "And?" I awaited him going on. "She admitted that she loves me. I was shocked and I smiled at her, telling her it was fine. And she might have taken it the wrong way, because she tried kissing me. I directly stood up and told her that I wasn't and will never be going to kiss her. She started crying. I calmed her down somehow and told her she shall not terrorize you anymore." Harry explained to me guilty.
He was clearly having a bad consciene because she tried to kiss him. Yet I was mature enough to trust my boyfriend.

"It's fine Harry." I smiled at him, as I leaned my head against his shoulder. He grabbed my head and placed a kiss on top of it. "I am glad that everything is fine now more or less." I breathed out. Harry shifted a bit. "Why more or less?" he wondered. "Well thanks to you, the fight with Chels is over. But still we didn't tell anyone about us." My eyes were on the clouds outside of the window. "Are you afraid of Luke's reaction?" he asked me calm. "Not at all. I think he will be perfectly fine, just like Cal and Mikey, but Ashton...." I drifted off. Harry seemed to notice my worries. "Tell me more about it." Harry asked me to go on and so I did. "You know, Ashton loves me and I don't know how he would react if he finds out." Nervously I tucked at the ends of my shirt. "Hey, he'll get over it. He has to. He can't be sad forever." Harry tried to lighten my mood. It didn't help at all though. "At least Chels is not sad anymore." I stated as I sighed loudly and sat up straight. "What did you two talk about anyways...I was actually quite surprised to see her on your front porch!" Harry claimed. "She told me that she loves you. And that she is jealous of me and my life." My eyes met Harry's as I turned to look at him. He watched me carefully. "Jealous of your life?" he raised an eyebrow. "Actually she said, she was dying to live my life and would love to be friends with the celebrities and stuff. I mean it's quite honoring in a strange way, but they don't know anything at all." I tried to set my priorities straight. "I don't get the last part." Harry stated honestly. "I mean...it's lovely to see, they enjoy me and my life. Yet they don't know what it's like to live my life. They don't know about all the stress, the hate, blah blah blah." My explanation now seemed to make sense for Harry. He nodded eagerly, understanding what I was refering to.

"Even though we're like them, they ain't nothing like us." Harry said.

With these few words, everything around me seemed to slow down a little bit. It was something so sad, yet so true about his statement, that I forgot everything around me for a second. We are just like them. We go to school, to college, we buy our groceries and clothes, we work and get paid. We meet our friends, spend time with our families, go on vacations. But they, they will never be like us.
They won't be known by millions of people around the world, they will never go on tour and perform on stages. They will never give interviews, sell Cd's and so on.
We're humans like them, but they're no stars like us.

Harry and me didn't talk until we were seated in my tourbus, which brought us safely to the arena of Manchester. We got all settled down and walked onto the stage together.
The both of us sat down on the front edge of the stage. My mind was still racing, Harry's words still ringing in my ears.

"What goes on in that beautiful mind?" Harry asked as he grabbed my hand and layed himself down. My eyes were staring into nowhere. "Your words." I breathed out. Harry played with my fingers. "Which exactly?" he wondered. "We're like them, they ain't nothing like us." I quoted the curly haired boy - I could feel his stare linger. "What got you so off guard about it?" he asked, as he sat up and put his arm around my waist. His chin was now resting on my shoulder. "Don't you think it's unfair, that people like us kind of just sing every once in a week or so, while others work 8 hours a day 5 days a week? Even 7 when they're working in the hospital?" I asked Harry honestly. He thought about it for a few seconds. "What we do for a living is hard work, too." He thought out loud. "Yes of course, I mean, it is, I don't deny it, but to be all honest..When I look at my bank account right now in this moment...I could stop forever and would never have to work again, and I'm not even finished with Highschool. My friends get about..15$ pocket money a week and will have to work the rest of their lives." My worries now seemed to get to Harry's mind. "I've never seen it like that. But Em, in the end we regrett all the chances we didn't take. I mean what would your life be like if you and Luke wouldn't be living these lives?" he asked and kissed my hand. 

"Probably he'd still be a dropout. And me..I don't know. See, this is what I mean. According to me having this life, I never thought about an alternative." I said. "You would be a fangirl of me of course, but would probably never get the chance to be my girlfriend." Harry joked and I looked at him, pretending to be hurt. "Hey, you wouldn't know that." I answered shocked, but cracked a smile. "I'm glad everything is like it is at the moment. Because that means I have you." Harry smiled as he sat up and gave me a quick kiss. 

Smiling I stared into his eyes. "Harry? If you could choose again, would you make the same decisions?" Slowly, but honestly the words left my mouth. Harry observed me in thought. "I don't know. Probably. If I had decided otherwise, I would know the boys and they're my life, just like you. Imagine I wouldn't have auditioned for X-Factor. Maybe One Direction wouldn't exist and we would never get the chance to know each other." Harry answered. We stopped the topic there more or less. It was quite a hard thing for us to answer. Our life is what it is. 

"I bet you would come to my concerts and even buy a meet and greet" I joked around. "To be honest, I really would." Harry admitted, getting read. "Aww, you don't need to be embarassed. I'd also get a meet and greet for your concert. And I would actually date you, even if you weren't known around the globe." I smiled at him and he grinned. "WHat makes you believe that?" Harry asked and I shurgged in response. "You're kind and have a perfect character...AND you're really good looking." I smiled shyly and he leaned in. His lips met mine and we sunk into a kiss. 

"I love you Emily." Harry breathed out as he leaned his forhead aganst mine. My palms got sweaty and my heartbeat quickened. This was the first time he said 'I love you.'. Smiling I kissed him once more. "I love you Harry."