I grabbed my duffle bag and quickly jumped into the back of the black limo. I had been living with the boys for a couple of months now and everything was going great.
"Morning Esther!" I greeted.
"Well hey there girl! You ready for a trip?" Esther said turning in her seat.
Harry and I were going to Cheshire to see his family. The drive was a couple of hours so I had worn my trackies and was going to change into something nicer before we got there. Harry entered the limo and waved at Esther. He then turned to me.
"Hey beautiful," he said putting his lips onto mine and kissing me passionately. I ran my hand through his hair, his silky curls getting tangled around my fingers.
"At least wait untill I've put the screen up!" Esther suggested. We pulled away from each other, only slightly, and giggled. We watched as the screen rolled up and then continued kissing. I pressed our foreheads together and stared at his eyes. How did I ever get this lucky? What would have happened if I moved into apartment 39 instead of 15? What would have happened if mum never decided to move to London? I would have none of this. Tears started leaking from my eyes and I threw my arms around Harry. I hugged him tight and burried my head into his chest.
"What's wrong babe? Why are you crying?" Harry asked, stroking my hair.
"I'm so lucky to have you," I said through sobs and uneven breaths.
Harry chuckled and pulled me close. "Luck had nothing to do with it. You and me were always meant to be together."
I lifted my head so we were eye to eye. "You always know what to say," I mused. "I love you."
"I love you too babe," he replied,kissing my forehead.
Two hours later, we were pulling up to a small house in Cheshire. In the car ride,I had changed into my red jeans, my Bob Marely tshirtand a pair of thongs/flip flops. As soon as the limo pulled up, the door of the house opened and two ladies burst out. They ran towards us and both engulfed Harry in a massive hug.
"Gemma! Mum! It's nice to see you and all but I'm kinda squashed here!" Harry said and they released him. Harry turned to me. "Jaida, this is my sister Gemma and my mum."
"It's so nice to meet you! Harry talks so much about you!" Gemma exclaimed.
"Please call me Anne!" Harry's mum explained. "Come inside!" I followed Harry through the door and I marvelled at the inside of the house. It was so clean and orderly, much unlike our apartment. Anne led us down the hallway and stopped outside one of the rooms.
"Jaida this will be your room. Make yourself comfortable. When you're ready come downstairs and we'll have some tea."
I placed my duffle bag on the bed and scanned the room. There was only a single bed, so I assumed Harry would be sleeping in another room. Perhaps Harry hadn't told his mum that we shared a bed. Oh well. I guess if she wasn't comfortable with it then that was alright. My thoughts were interrupted by Harry entering the room.
"How are you settling in?" he inquired.
"Yeah, alright," I smiled. He moved next to me and sat on the bed.
"A couple of my old mates from school are having a party tonight and they invited us. Are you ok to go... or would you rather stay here?" Harry asked.
"No, if you want to go then I'm ok with going," I said sliding my arm around his waist.
Harry put his amrs around me and pulled me into his embrace.
"What time is the party?" I asked.
