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nineteen

"Natalie? Natty? Nat?" Harry's voice echoed through my half awake state.

"What?" I groaned, pulling the duvet over my head.

Harry pulled the duvet right off me again, hearing him chuckle in the background. "Rise and shine sleepyhead. It's 8 am, we have to start driving soon."

"8 am?" I yawned, sitting up at the bed. "Who wakes up at this hour voluntarily?"

"Come on, you were the one who wanted to go out here. Get dressed and we'll get breakfast," he said while packing his bag.

A few moments later, I got dressed and sat in the car while Harry was checking out for us. We stopped by a diner along the road and got some breakfast.

The lady stood by our table. "Can I tale your order?"

"I'll have the English breakfast special," Harry said.

"And I'll have pancakes with blueberries and syrup, thank you," I said.

"The order will be right up," she noted down and disappeared back into the kitchen.

"I think we need to come up with a plan with like what are going to say," I started out and looked at Harry, who was sitting in front of me. His eyes told me that he still was little bit tired.

He took off his navy blue snapback, running his fingers through his brown curls. "Yes, we don't want to scared the old woman." And then he broke out his charming smile. "I just can't believe that we are here. You and I, Natalie."

I could feel my heart flutter at his words. "It is surreal, yeah," I smiled.

The waitress came with our food and we discussed how things were going to go as we ate. Shortly after we payed for our food (Harry insisting to pay as well), and got out on the road again.

**

Harry parked his pickup truck by the sidewalk in front of an ordinary all-American white house. When I got out of the car, I could feel my heartbeat raise with every foot steps I took closer to the door. The sign stood "Heather Michelsons and Mr Whiskers (cat) lives here."

"Here we go," I said under my breath and flashed Harry a nervous smile before I pressed the door bell.

To both of our surprises, a tall teenage boy with dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes around our age opened up the door. He looked just as surprised as us.

I nudged at Harry causing him to cough up an answer. "Ehm- I was wondering if Heather Michelson was home," his voice sounded deeper than usual.

"Yeah, she is home," he furrowed his brow ever so slightly. "Wait, are you Harry Styles? I am Brian from Grant High School, we played against each other last year."

I saw Harry's eyes lit up when he recognized him. "Yeah, I remember. How are you?" He said and they did the typical guy hug thing.

I cleared my throat causing Brian to smile at me. "Oh yes -- she is home. Just come in," he said. "Grandma, you are visitors."

"Visitors?" I heard an old lady voice from the living room. "I haven't baked any cookies for them."

When we reached the living room, I saw an old lady watching the TV with a cat on her lap.

"Hello Mrs Michelson," I smiled.

"Oh, are you from the girl scouts? I would love to buy some cookies," she stood up.