*Mack's POV*
Mom, Aunt Kelly & I spent the next 30 minutes or so cleaning up the kitchen. It probably wouldn't have taken so long, but with all the family being together again, there seemed to be more gossip than ever. I silently sat at a bar stool, sipping on my cup of tea while watching the ladies bicker over their husbands and their jobs. There was the occasional whoop and holler from the living room as the men in the house cheered on the team. The men... Harry. I knew him better than to think he was watching sports with my father and brother. So where was he?
"Um, I'm going to go look for Harry." I said, getting up from my seat, unnoticed by the women. I walked up the stairs, expecting to head to my room to find him on the phone or changing clothes or something. He must be bored. He doesn't have much to do here. But he's supporting and I love him for that. As I reached the top of the stairs, I turned to walk toward my bedroom, but was stopped when I heard Harry's deep voice ramble through the walls. He was in... Mia's room? I walk over to the shut door and pressed my ear against it.
"Do they eat weird things there?" Mia's voice squeaked.
"Not really. We eat a lot of the same things you do here. Like sandwiches, fish and chips. Chips is what we call fries in England."
Mia laughed, "That's kind of weird."
"Yeah, maybe a little bit. But I've lived in America ever since I was 16."
"How old are you now?"
"Old enough." The room was silent, and I knew Mia was pondering how old "old enough was".
"20. I'm 20." he chuckled.
"Well why didn't you just say so?" they both laughed and my heart smiled. I decided maybe it was time I walked in, so I creaked the door open and peaked inside. There they were, sitting at Mia's small table, Harry's knees practically up to his face. I giggled at the sight, and they looked over at me.
"Mack! Come in!" Mia said, waving me over to their table.
"Well, isn't this just the cutest party for two." I smirked, taking a seat next to them both.
"Three now." Harry said, throwing me a look that screamed 'Get me outta here!'
"So what have you guys been up too?" I asked.
"Drawing you pictures." Mia replied, taking up both hers and Harry's pictures and handing them to me.
"Ah, thank you." I said looking down at them. There was one of Hello Kitty, obviously colored by Mia. The other was a picture of Batman, which I knew was Harry's. I laughed at the sight, poorly colored.
"Well, we have to get going." I said to my sister, grabbing Harry's hand and dragging him out the door.
"Where are you going?" she asked, obviously bummed her company was leaving her so soon.
"We just have to take care of some stuff. I tell you what, we'll go get some ice cream later, then maybe we'll rent a movie or something." I said, and the child excitedly nodded. So, we walked down the hall into my room where Harry shut the door behind me.
"Are we really taking her for ice cream?" he asked.
"Yes Harry. You can't lie to a child. That teaches them that it's okay to lie." he rolled his eyes, and his phone started to ring in his pocket.
"Hello?... What is it?... What?! No, I can't right now... Well can I at least have some time to think about this before we go planning everything?... Fine... Thanks. Bye." he huffed and through his phone onto the bed, running his hands through his hair, a habit I found him doing whenever he was frustrated.
