Chapter 5

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Recap:

My mom had her own key to my room, which is really annoying. She opened the door quietly, afraid of waking us up and heard a surprised voice. Maybe she didn't expect Emily sleeping for the night. She kissed my forehead. I felt the warmth of her lips. She's a little bit sorry for me about what happened a while ago before the humiliation at Nando's thing happened. I think... Anyway, she walked out of the room quietly, not forgetting to lock my door of course and left. Emily and I both fell asleep after that.

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HARRY'S POV

"HARRY WAKE UP YOUR LAZY BUM! WE'LL BE HAVING BBQ AT DAD'S FRIEND!!!" Gemma said, knocking hard at my door. Great. I thought my alarm clock don't work on Saturdays... 

"Harry, wake up now darling. We're ready to go!" Now mom's knocking. Not as hard as Gemma.

"It's a bit early for a BBQ mom!" I said as I opened the door. I saw mom in a dress good for a barbeque afternoon outfit as well as Gemma.

"You haven't check your clock yet you idiot!" Gemma said. Mom took a death glare on Gemma. Gemma walked out quietly and I giggled. She looked at me and gave me the shut up look and went down the stairs. I looked at my alarm clock and saw the time. It's 2:20 in the afternoon. Woah. Did I sleep that long?

"Yes you did sleep that long. Now go and wash yourself. Wear something a little bit descent not like those boxers of you're wearing right now." Mom said, walking downstairs. She must’ve guest my shock look when I look at the clock.

"I won't go mom! I'll be going to Louis'!" I said while putting on some shirt and shorts.

"Call him on your phone that you can't come. It's a special day for your dad's friend. It's his birthday and he wants to celebrate it with us. Besides, we've talked about this last night." Mom shouted from downstairs. I don't even remember talking about barbeque last night. Maybe because I was not listening.

I have no choice. I never disobeyed my mom. I admit that I'm a bit of a mama's boy.

"Okay. I'll be ready in a sec." I closed the door, got my iPhone and called Louis.

"Hey pumpkin. Where the heck are you? We've been waiting for you for an hour!!" asked Louis with an Old British accent.

"Home. I won't come. My family and I will be away for the day." I said. Without any explanations.

"Oh, tell Nialler that I'll give his chips on Monday." I added. Must not forget about Niall's chip. believe me, when it comes to food, Niall is seriously mad.

"Bomber." that's all what Louis can say. he seems pretty disappointed because of his voice.

I hung up the phone and went to the bathroom to have a quick shower. I blow dried my curls and wore a white shirt with my purple Jack Wills hoodie and random pants.

I'm ready to go and went downstairs not forgetting my iPhone and earphones. I love listening to music and staring at the scenery at my windows when traveling. 

I went to our garage and saw my whole family preparing for the BBQ party. Gemma’s putting some cake that she made with my mom and Mom's putting some delicious chicken with the sauce and put it in the back of the car.

"You ready?" Dad asked while putting some wine in the car.

"Yep" I replied, popping the 'p'

"Good. Now let's go." Mom said, while getting in the car. We all followed her and we went off. Nice thing that we're only two kids in the family. Gemma and I love sitting near the windows, which we never fight about. I got my iPhone and opened my playlist of favorite songs. After 10 minutes of drive, my dad slows down our car infront of a massive house... No. It looks like a modern palace? I think. Wide area, spring green front yard, shaped bushes, massive front door and big gate with a security camera on its side, and 4 parked cars in their garage! God. These people are massively rich! I didn't notice my mouth being opened until my mom said something. I closed it instantly and looked at Gemma if she saw me. God thing she's not. She's looking at the house to. With her mouth opened.

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