I Won't Go Home Without You [Narry AU]

Chapter Five

“Hey, Harry,” the green eyed boy suddenly heard his best friend’s surprisingly very cheerful voice and after a few seconds his bedroom door was unceremoniously opened, and Zayn’s brightly smiling face appeared in the doorway, “there’s someone, who really wants to talk to you.” 

Harry slightly frowned, because the boy had absolutely no idea, who Zayn was talking about, and looked up at his friend only to see him swiftly turn around and ran away. The curly haired boy sighed and rolled his eyes with a small fond smile on his face, but closed his laptop and got up anyway, walking out of his room and trying to figure out in which room his friend disappeared. Finally finding him in their living room and walking in, Harry saw that the Bradford boy was holding their home telephone close to his ear with a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he was lowly whispering something to this person on the other end of the line so no one would hear him. It took Zayn literally two seconds until the boy saw that he wasn’t alone anymore and he instantly closed his mouth shut, which made Harry slightly narrow his eyes in confusion, but Zayn simply smiled at him and handed the phone to Harry. 

“Hello?” the younger boy asked after he put the phone to his own ear, a little note of wary was visible in his voice. Out of corner of his eye Harry could see how Zayn hurriedly walked out of the room and he already wanted to follow him, but then the caller started talking and the boy immediately forgot about his idea.  

"Hey, did you miss your awesome older sister?" was the first thing Harry heard and it made him smile so hard that his cheeks started to hurt. 

"Oh my God, Gemma!" the boy laughed happily, feeling absolutely excited that he finally got an opportunity to talk to his sister since he didn't hear her voice in a very long time. 

Gemma was an older child and the only sibling that Harry had in general. The girl had beautiful bright green eyes, just like Harry did, and long straight brown hair, but a few months ago she decided to dye it into a dirty blonde colour. Gemma always was a people person and had a very bright personality; she could find a common language almost with everyone. And even though she loved her younger brother to bits, Gemma also liked to tease him by making different comments about her being older or reminding him of some very embarrassing facts of Harry's life. 

"Is it just me or your voice had changed? Nah, that’s impossible, you’re past that phase, so it’s probably just me. Can you see the problem here? I already started forgetting your voice, Haz! Ugh, I just miss you so much!" Gemma whined and Harry clearly could imagine his sister making a face that made him let out a small laugh. 

“I miss you, too, and you have no idea how much," the boy said honestly, sitting down on the sofa. "How are all of you?” 

Gemma sighed heavily, probably rolling her eyes. 

"You know our mum, Haz, she still thinks that you are too young to live so far away from her," the girl answered. "Robin is taking it much better, since he thinks the same way as I do - you're already old enough to make your own decisions. He's trying to convince mum, but I don't think that it will ever work. She really misses you, Harry. We all do, to be honest," Gemma finished quietly and sighed again: it made Harry's heart ache.  “Do you think you will be able to come home for Christmas?" 

"I miss you all too, Gem, you really have no idea how much, but..." Harry let out a heavy sigh, lowering his eyes and looking at his feet, "It's just the beginning of December, I have no idea what will be here tomorrow or the day after, and you're asking me about Christmas. I have a lot of work right now and I don't know if I will be able to finish it before holidays. I will try, but-" 

"Oh," his sister interrupted him, sounding really disappointed in the boy's answer, but quickly trying to cover it. "It's okay, Harry, I understand. You can go here on other holidays after all," she said, probably shrugging awkwardly, acting like it didn't really affect her, when in fact it was a completely opposite.