The Best Days (ON HOLD)

CH 27: Waiting

 

___FEB-2-14  GEMMA'S POV___  (a.n. The song for this chapter is: 'Get free' by Major Lazer)

 

"Happy birthday little brother!" I beamed and set his cake down in front of him and slipped off his the bandanna, that was blinding him from his surprise. Everybody cheered and those who had squawkers, blew them.  Harry's smile grew ear to ear, his dimples apparent. He glanced at the cake and gasped. It was a custom decorated cake and might as well have cost £50. It had upon it's vanilla frosting, a picture of Harry himself, singing onstage at MSG. Above himself were in dark blue frosting: "Happy Birthday Harry!"

"It's lovely!" He exclaimed and stood up, with the cake in his own two hands. I hugged him from behind, making him squeak and set down the treat. I let my embrace go and everybody erupted in encouragement to Harry. The excitement died down and everyone took a seat. 

Before I go on any further on the party, let me explain all the guests:

-Harry's band members

-Our family

-Harry's closest friends (Hope Ralston, Ed Sheeran and other locals)

And that is all. 

"Would you like your presents with your cake now, Harry?" Mum asked, picking up the cake knife. 

"Yeah, go on." He smiled, and she began to cut the cake. She cut it out into small even pieces and one piece had the perfect crop of Harry's face on it! "I'd like that one," Harry pointed to the one with his own face and took up a fork. Mum giggled and gave him the desired slice. He took out his phone, snapped a picture and ate a bite, off the curls of his own hair. 

"Is it good?" I asked.

"Flawless." He grinned and took a sip of milk. Everybody's slices got passed out and while we 'munched', Harry opened up what presents he received. 

"What do you say we go golfin' later eh?" Niall suggested and wolfed down what was nearly half his slice. 

"Slow down Niall!" Louis teased. 

"Sure, I would love that." Harry nodded. "Thanks guys, this is delicious." He waved his fork over his dessert and we all hummed in agreement and welcome. 

"I'm happy for you but you'll never be a teen again." Hope chimed.

"Don't feel bad about it, I was the only teenager left in the band!" Harry laughed. Just as they were chuckling at his comment, her phone voiced that she had a new text. 

"Excuse me." She smiled and took a look at who it was. Her face snapped into a frown and she got up from her seat. "I'll be back in a minute, I have to use the bathroom." She said in slight urgency and left the room. 

"No you don't!" Harry teased. Something wasn't right with her, the text probably had a bad meaning. Maybe some news. I took a bite of my cake for myself, the last one left. "I wonder whats up with her?" He muttered quietly to himself. 

"Working on any new songs for a new album?" Our step-dad, Robin, asked.

"Well, a few, but we have a little work to do. It's been fun putting together the songs, oh Ed! Do you remember driving home from, wherever it was and we came up with the song idea of: 'Like you do'? We should do that more often."

"Absolutely!" Ed replied. Seconds turned into minutes and Hope isn't back yet. After 15 minutes of her disappearance I excuse myself to look for her and make sure she's okay.

"I'll be back in a jiffy." I whispered into Harry's ear and he flashed me a smile as I left the room. I first checked the bathroom, I knocked on the door, to hear no answer. "Hello?" I called, listening, I received more silence and sighed. I should check the halls. So I did just that. I searched the whole house. I saw that her coat and shoes were missing, but her car was still in the driveway. Just before I was about to give up, I spotted a boy with black hair, holding a cigarette, leaning against Louis' car. Then I saw Hope come from behind it and tell him something. Is this something related to that text she received?