Smile (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 8

Just wanted to tell you guys that if I don't state different, the story will always be in Anna's P.O.V.

I woke up to myself stretched across the huge bed. Both my arms were spread high above my head and both legs reaching out as far as they can go, with my eyes still closed. I stretched my limbs as far they could go and relaxed, letting a yawn escape my lips.

I sat up in bed letting the fluffy duvet to fall around my hips. The door creaked open, revealing a small part of Harry's face. I giggled, and he entered fully with a silly smile on his face. He walked over the side of the bed, grabbing me under the armpits and lifting me up to rest on his hip.

"So how's sleeping beauty?" he asked me.

I thought about the question for a second, "I think sleeping beauty's hungry."

He laughed and started towards the door, "Good, because we have a whole feast in the kitchen."

I wiggled out of his grip and started running down the hall, turning back to Harry, "Well you gotta move faster than that!"

I turned the corner, "Wrong way! Wrong way!" Harry shouted from down the hall.

I abruptly turned the corner, almost running straight into Harry. I entered into the kitchen with Harry right behind. Mum stood at the stove humming to herself until I ran up behind her and hugged her. She immediately turned around and picked my up, kissing me. She turned back to the food and picked up a piece of the food in a piece of something in the pan, holding it up to my mouth. My eyes popped open, this stuff was amazing!

"Mmm! That stuffs good!" I answered with a full mouth.

Mum laughed, "That's bacon."

Harry grabbed me from mum and placed me into my own seat at the wooden table.

Mum placed all the food on a plate and sat down at the table, turning her attention towards Harry.

"So Harry, what's happening with the tour?" She asked with a bit of urgency in her voice. I just sat there switching my eyes from Harry to mum.

"We'll talk about this later."

* * *

"So munchkin, we were thinking of going skating. Would you like that?"

"Lets go!" I started towards the door.

"Wait wait wait." Harry's raspy laughter rang through the air, "We have to get you changed."

I groaned and sat on the ground, hands over my chest, and a pout on my face, "No."

Harry shook his head, "Little one, thats not gonna stop me."

He bent down and grabbed me, I surely wasn't making his life any easier.

He carried me to his room since I wasn't really expected to come until about 2 weeks ago, so for now I shared one with Harry.

Anne and Gemma went out and got me quite a lot of clothes. Harry picked out a warm turtle neck sweater, lifting my pajamas over my head and putting on the new shirt. On the bottom he put on a pair of black leggings.

As we left the room, mum quickly put my hair in two loose braids, Harry grabbed a pair of Gemma's earmuffs, and we stepped into the frisky air.

* * *

As Harry walked around the side of the car to help me out, I stepped out of my booster seat. As I grabbed his hand and walked towards the crowded outdoor skating rink, I couldn't help but realize the staring but Harry didn't really seem to mind. Then the flashes started, but we just kept on walking towards the rink. Only teenagers took the pictures and I did what you were supposed to do when someone takes a picture, I smiled.

Harry threw his head back in laughter, as I just kept smiling at as many cameras as I could.

* * *

Harry had tightened both his and my skates and pretty much carried me to the ice. We learned fast that I CAN'T manage to stand on skates for more than 10 seconds. He gently placed me down on the ice and I tried moving too fast, ending with me gliding down into a middle split. The look on my face was probably priceless, because Harry stood laughing until I screeched for his help.

The rest of skating pretty much went the same, me moving a foot before needing Harry's help, Never less it was so much fun, according to Harry the funniest part was when I tried to move a bit faster, totally lost my footing, and flew straight to my back. The effect was pretty great because it ended with Harry gliding around the rink holding me, and rubbing my back. The position was quite comfortable so for the rest of the time I sat perched on Harry's hip just chatting.

I was buckled into my booster seat and Harry started the conversation, "So Anna, I heard that you were very good at gymnastics."

Just the name of the sport brought a smile to my face, "I don't know how good I am, but I love it."

"Well good news for you, I know that there is a gym near-"

"No way!" I couldn't help but let my excitement bubble over. I heard Harry laugh and saw him glance at me through the rearview mirror.

"Maybe when we come back from tour we'll put you on a team or something."

I groaned, "What is this tour everyone's talking about! I know nothing." I pouted.

"Well you know that me and the other boys sing," I nodded my head, "We travel to all different places to sing to other people."

"Am I going?" Excitement was laced in my voice.

"I think you are baby."