° jet stream ° h.s. {a.u.}

° chapter eleven °

° eleven °

 

“We never do that again,” Avalon said as Harry led her to his car. The party had been far more fun than Avalon thought it would be. First they’d all decided to chat and play darts and pool and air hockey and the next they were all chowing down on wings and pizza and beer.

And now Avalon was sleepy.

“Oh stop,” Harry laughed, squeezing his girlfriend from where he was holding her around the waist, “You know you loved it.”

“Not the singing part,” Avalon chuckled, “The singing part was definitely not fun.”

“You don’t like the happy birthday song?!” Harry gasped.

“Just drive, Styles,” Avalon chuckled. It was slowly starting to rain, a slight misty spray coming down from the dark sky as the couple drove through the city back to their building. Harry’s hand never left Avalon’s knee, squeezing it every once in a while and mumbling about how happy he was.

“I have to Skype with my sister when we get home,” Avalon grumbled.

“Oh that’ll be fun,” Harry chuckled. He’d never actually met Avalon’s sister, Mandy. He hadn’t met any of Avalon’s family besides Carter, but he’d heard enough from the two of them to know that Mandy was a living nightmare and their parents weren’t far behind.

“It’s shouldn’t take long,” Avalon mumbled, her voice a little distant as she looked out the window.

“That’s fine, sweetheart,” Harry said, “She’s your sister. Talk with her as long as you want.”

“Mhm …” Avalon mumbled. Harry couldn’t help but notice she was quiet the entire ride up the elevator and didn’t speak a single word as they both entered Avalon’s flat.

“I’ll just make some tea and warm up some of those cheese rolls we had for breakfast and we can munch on those when you’re done, yeah?” Harry asked, pulling his girlfriend into him to give her a kiss on the top of her head.

“Yeah that’ll be nice. I’ll just be here,” Avalon muttered, pulling her laptop to her and walking to her room. Harry watched her leave, her skirt swishing as she walked, and couldn’t help but think of why she was so shaken up about talking to her sister. Truly Mandy couldn’t be that bad, right?

He started the cheese buns in the microwave and pulled out some tea bags before hearing a new voice coming from Avalon’s room. “Lonnie! Doll, it’s been so long! What did you do to your hair?! And I thought the purple was bad. Yikes!”

Harry’s blood boiled as he realized the first thing Mandy had said to Avalon was an insult – and on her birthday. He shook his head and placed the rolls on a plate, making his way to the bedroom with a cup of hot tea in hand.