Pink, Purple and Blue (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 14

Good evening people!

Early Update, WOOHOO! :)))

They're moving, yay! :)) (after all, 1D couldn't stay in California forever)

I'm sorry to everyone if there are some cultural mistakes sometimes: i try to pay attention but I don't know everything about England, since I never went there (Someday, I fucking will! And I'll bring my friend a_thousand_stars_ with me! Right, Audrey?). If you see anything, please tell me, I'll make it right!

Hope you'll enjoy :)

Chap 14

“Harry!” I heard a girl scream, and for a second I thought that a fan had passed security.

“Gemma!” Harry shouted back. “Mum!”

He ran toward the girl (his sister, I’m not stupid enough not to have understood) wrapped in four arms. They all fell into ‘I missed you’s and stuff, and I just stood there awkwardly.

“Harry dear, why don’t you introduce us to your lovely friend here?” Anne said, warmly smiling at me.

“Mum, Gem, here’s my girlfriend Kathleen.”

For a second I saw a glimpse of surprise in Anne’s eyes. But she kept smiling and pulled me close into a hug.

“I’m Anne,” she said as she pulled away.

“Gemma.” Harry’s sister put her hand out at me. She was smiling, but in her eyes I saw a warning. She was the big sister, after all. We were going to have a talk about it, I knew it.

The flight between California and London had been really, really long and I hadn’t been able to sleep at all. We had just boarded off the plane and I could hear fans screaming outside the gates.

A little used to it by then (it wasn’t the first time I was going out with Harry, plus I knew it would be that way all the time once we would go public), I just put my sunglasses on and kept my head down. The other lads followed us with their families.

It turned out, Elounor wasn’t a thing anymore. I actually learned it at the airport waiting for the plane, when I asked where that bitch was (‘course I didn’t say it like that in front of Louis, I’m not like that... Most of the time). It was weird I didn’t get a word about it before, though. Apparently, it was all over twitter for a few days, and everyone knew about it. Except me. It made me realise, I hadn’t been a lot online those days. Normally I would past a lot of my free time on my laptop in front of the Tv and check my phone a lot (though pretty much no one would text me... bah, not my fault, I sure as hell wouldn’t be the one to start the conversations, for fuck’s sake!), but with Harry and Will always around, I didn’t do it much.

We passed the gates. Which means, we were now confronted to the fans.

All that screaming, whenever fans would see us in a way or another, still hit me really hard, even though it wasn’t the first time I was confronted to it. This time we were all exhausted, and I knew I wasn’t the only one affected.

“LIAM I LOVE YOU!”

“ZAYN MARRY ME!”

“NIALL EAT ME!”

Oew. Gross.

“HARRY! WE ARE MADE TO BE TOGETHER!”

Nice. Hates next, I’m sure.

“HARRY ARE YOU TWO DATING?”

“BITCH HE’S MINE, BACK OFF!” This one was for me.

“NO!” A girl yelled next to the previous one. “HE LOVES LOUIS! LARRY FOREVER!”