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Chapter 5

About 2 hours later my mum appears on the grounds and I hop in the car.

"Miss me already, It's been what two days?" I say and we both laugh before I buckle my belt and my mum drives off.

"So what's wrong with Grandma" I say getting worried. My mum is a selfish stylish queen and had me from a young age so my grandparents practically owned me from a toddler to a teenager.

"Not much, just a year older and she won't live forever so I thought we could go and visit her, oh and she has chest pains" She replies

"Oh and she has chest pains? that's not nothing mum this could be serious." I say starting to worry.

"She's fine. Oh and we are going to Anne's house, it's her birthday" My Mum adds on.

I drop my phone into my leg before completely turning to face her.

"What, why? Since when and how long have you known about this party?" I say "Will Harry be there". That accidentally slipped out.

"A party, It's her birthday. Since she was born, about 2 weeks and I don't have a clue" she says. My brain hurts.

I older the chair in the car to lie down before deciding to take a nap on the 3:30 hour trip home.

"So basically you tricked me because you know I wouldn't want to miss school and now I'm kid napped?" I say rolling over to fave her and she pouts her lips nodding her head before I sigh.

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I wake up and the car is empty.

I sit up to find myself at a familiar place. It was Anne's house. my mum must have gone inside.

I open the car door and start to walk towards the front door. Memories of my and Harry playing games on the drive from a young age flash back.

I knock lightly on the door, I really couldn't wait to see Anne.

After a few seconds a beautiful woman with brunette hair swung the door open and pulled me into a tight hug before saying anything.

"Dear God" she said. Anne.

As she pulled away she removed my hair from my face and wiped a few tears from her fave before guiding me in.

As I entered all I could see was memories.

I walked into the living room and saw my mum crying. Was I the only one not crying.

"We need a big catch up before this party, I have missed you both so much" She says sobbing and laughing at the same time before pulling me into another hug and sitting me on the sofa.

"Would you like a drink" she says standing up.

"Can I just have a water please" I say before observing the newly furnished room.

Pictures of Harry over the years hung on the wall. He was recognisable but not the same boy. He had tattoos and a vast career making him popular and famous world wide.

Anne came back and handed me my water before I thanked her.

"So, gosh I just can't stop crying" she says again wiping her eyes.

"where's Harry" I say butting in. I didn't want to seem rude I just wanted to know.

"I mean if you don't mind telling me I'm just interested" I add on.

She smiles at me before putting her mug down.

"He isn't coming today, he has some recording thing in London, he lives there now you know. There couldn't be a prouder Mother. Just look at him. One audition was all it took for him to evolve and he is just amazing. I can't out it into words really" Anne says before smiling.

I couldn't help but be disappointed by knowing I wasn't going to see him.

I see Robin walk in the room, all I remember as the next door neighbour.

"And here he is, the man of the hour" My mum says.

"what's going on" I ask. I don't like being left out.

"Anne and Robin are engaged Sara isn't that wonderful?" She asks standing up and giving Robin a hug. I stand and do the same before congratulating them.

A few hours past of just sitting and talking about what I'm doing and about Harry and everything.

I'm still quite pissed about me going to Cheshire and Harry going to London. To be honest I'm not sure if I had the option I would choose to see him.

It got to about 5pm and Anna started preparing for the party.

"Please may I go to the toilet" I say to Robin.

"Yes of corse, don't ask" he says as I stand up and make my way upstairs. I never liked using there downstairs bathroom. I knew my way around the house, sadly.

After I was done in the bathroom I came out and saw Harry's door. I couldn't resist but turn the door knob and go in.

It looked similar but it had new coats of paint and better furniture.

I looked on his shelf to find lots of pictures.

There was one of the band, one of him, Anne and Gemma, and right at the back he had a collage of photos in quite a big photo frame. I was in there. He kept the photo all this time.

I go to his small windowsill that we used to cram into just to count the cars and pass the hours as children. It was now full of different bits and bobs.

I hear the bedroom door slam and I am startled. I turn around to find Gemma stood in the door way.