“Harry, who’s this?” The blonde girl questions with weary eyes. I gawk at her as she walks closer to Harry, she places her finger under his chin and I almost start fuming with a sudden rage.
“She’s just… a friend” The girl looks at him suspiciously. Seriously if that is his bloody girlfriend I’m going to explode. She looks at me for a brief second and laughs her head off, it almost seems fake.
“Bullshit, but whatever, you can tell me when your ready.” Harry blushes as she walks over to me, I may or may not want to bite her head off I mean seriously who does this, why is she acting like this, shouldn’t she be pissed that her boyfriend brought another girl home?!
“Hi I’m Gemma, Harry’s sister, nice to meet you.” Gemma holds out her hand and I stare at her in shock.
Of bloody course it’s his sister! How could I be so stupid! The resemblance already overwhelms me! Why was I even so mad I don’t get it.
“OH. Uhm, hey I’m Cindy!” I say trying to cover up my… my… I don’t even know what to call it. I couldn’t of been jealous I mean seriously it’s his sister. I turn to Harry and his face is full on flushed. Why is his face flushed? Oh I s’pose his sister just caught him doing some weird arse shit. I actually have to hold back a laugh as is sister grabs my hand and takes me toward the kitchen.
I look back at Harry who seems to be quite red still. His mouth is hanging open and I believe he is just confused as I am. I turn my head around and I realize we have by-passed the extremely gorgeous looking kitchen. Where is she even taking me, I mean if we aren’t going to the kitchen where else would we possible go and what would she exactly have planned to say?
“HARRY GO MAKE US SOME COFFEE OR SOMETHING.”
“OH AND BRING US SOME BISCUITS WITH IT AS WELL.”
I hear Harry sigh from where we are now. Which is still in the dinning room I guess. It was the small area between the kitchen and the giant stair hall. We were now walking down a hall, which fell left of the end of the kitchen. I’m pretty sure we were walking behind the stairs now.
We turned right at the end of the hall, which lead to the living room. It was massive and the couches were devine. I wanted to jump on them. One was a dark grey square thing couch with massive pillows the colour of maroon. The other couch was a single fold out which was to die for. I look to the left and notice the archway leading to the main entrance. Why didn’t we just go that way?
“I had to make sure harry didn’t know exactly where we were.” Gemma says as she lets go of my hand suddenly.
“Take a seat, I have to do this fast the chance will never come around again. He’ll keep you all to himself.” What? What does she mean by that?
Awkwardly I sat on the edge of the square couch. Tapping my fingers on my knee. I watched her as she struggled to pull out what I think is a photo album. When it finally breaks free she actually falls on her bum, which makes me laugh a little. Until she turns around and gives me playful glare.
“I was kidding Hun you can laugh all you want!” she states as she stands up and sits next to me.
“Cindy you can sit back if you want, you aren’t siting with the Queen!” She giggles. I find myself liking Gemma as she reads the title of the album.
“Harry’s Most Embarrasing.” I laugh, prepared for the absolute best of the worst. I feel for Harry when he finds us here.
Gemma opens the album and laughs almost immediately.
“Okay so this one” She points to the third picture, the last on the page. It was a picture of Harry as a small boy, he has the biggest grin I’ve ever seen on any little boys face. Only there was one small detail that made this picture almost hilarious even without the story. He was wearing a giant bra. “Harry was about five, I don’t know exactly. He was dressing up as Mother, He was wearing her dresses and heels before the picture was taken but this is gold on it’s own. Oh god it was priceless.” She pauses to laugh a bit. I hope there’s another factor to this story because seriously if this is the only time I’ll her about this and more than I want to know every detail.
