Everything About You. [ON HOLD]

Chapter 3.

Chapter 3.

Before I know it, Harry is shaking me awake. “C’mon, c’mon! Get up! Get up!” He begins jumping on our bed like an excited, little four-year-old, not that isn’t an excited, little four-year-old, he just looks much older. With minds that think similarly in the extreme hours of morning, Gemma and I manage to kick him off the bed together.

“Nice work,” I mutter to her, my face still buried in my pillow.

Her mumble is incomprehensible, but I take it as something along the lines of ‘You too.’

Even though my face is buried in my pillow, I hear Harry stand up, “Oh, you’ll pay for that one Colors.” He had come up with that after he first saw my new hair. He flops on top of me, causing me to groan under his weight. His fingers find my sides and begin tickling them relentlessly, making me giggle and writhe my body. After he grabs my hands, I realize he only tickled me so that he could grasp my hands and drag me out of the bed. I start to groan as the light hits my face from the light in our room, since the sun doesn’t shine at three o’clock in the morning.

I hit the hard floor and glare at Harry, “I hate you. So much,” before standing up and chasing after him in my bed-wear (aka my underwear and one of Harry’s shirts that I’ve claimed as mine permanently). Jumping on his back in the middle of the upstairs hallway, I try, with no avail, to bring him to the floor.

Due to our ruckus, Miles emerges from Gemma’s room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, “Oi, love-cousins, keep it down!” Smirking, Harry turns his head and me, and I nod in agreement with a mischievous smile at Miles. Harry charges at his friend and I stick out my limbs in a frontward position, trusting Harry completely to hold me around his torso with his arms. We attack Miles, knocking him to the ground. I hold my hand out to Harry, which he slaps happily.

“To my room, Harry Horse!” playing along, he trots to my room and dumps me on the bed just as Gemma is getting out of it. She shoves her brother out of the room, insisting that we need to get ready just as much as he does. I grab the clothes I had set out last night and dress quickly, buttoning up my cardigan, but leaving my camera and bag here for the moment, while I do my hair and apply minimal makeup.

All six of us make sure we’re downstairs standing in front of the stairs when we hear Harry’s footsteps headed for the stairs. I kneel by the stairs, having already taken a picture of the six of us with our shirts, waiting for Harry’s reaction. His reaction is a mixture of a shocked face and a smile of enjoyment. I snap multiple pictures of the moment.   

"You guys," he smiles and hugs his mother. He's speechless. I snap a few images of him hugging his mum and kissing her cheek. "I just want to thank you guys so much for coming and supporting me." He looks around as I snap a few pictures of everyone, "Where's Ki?" I put my camera around my neck and pour some steaming tea into a mug and begin sipping it with a smile. He smiles when he sees me.  

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The forty minute drive is filled with me snapping pictures with Harry, Gemma, Miles and Spencer, as well as of them. I also roll down the window a few times, much to Gemma’s dismay, to take a few images of the landscape or the upcoming city. We arrive in Manchester excruciatingly early, much to my dismay, in order to get Harry’s audition number. After standing in the extreme line, cameras find Harry and do a short little interview with him. They go through all of us, taking guesses at how we’re related or involved with Harry, and when they come to me, they ask, “And who are you . . .” he thinks for a second before throwing out a guess, “Are you Harry’s girlfriend?” 

Without really meaning to, I burst into laughter and mutter to myself, “That’s a new one,” before addressing the cameraman with a real answer, “No, no, I’m his cousin.”