Let Go

Five

-Harry-

“I’m not going,” Niall is on something if he thinks I’m going to the same girl that made me get on a horse. A fucking horse named Peanut.

“You’re going Harry. Stop being a little bastard and get in the car.”

“I need to watch Leigh-Anne.”

“Mum has Leigh-Anne so let’s go.”

I sat on my kitchen counter and chugged my first beer of the night. I haven’t had one beer all week and it’s sucked. My mind has been racing around Chelsea and it seems that the only thing to make it stop is Leigh-Anne and beer. I don’t think I’ve spent so much time with her since Chelsea died and it’s actually refreshing to see how many similarities they have. And similarities we have.  

“There’s more free alcohol at Aliyah’s house. Come on ya little twat.”

Gemma pulled me off the counter top and dragged me through the door. There’s no use in trying to fight when she’s going to win anyways.

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She lives out here too? Does she really love this place that much?

“That’s a big house!”

The house really is huge. A large house you’d see on a farm; white with black shutters. The porch wrapped around the whole thing and each window held a candle light. A stereotypical farm house.

“Oh, that’s not her house Gem,” I looked at Zayn who sat in the back with Perrie.

“That’s her parent’s house; she lives a little further back. She’s quite cool really; she built her house from scratch.”

“Really?” that’s impressive. I never saw her as a girly-girl anyways. I’m wondering how she’ll get along with Perrie, El, and Danielle. I know Gemma will be great but the others are so uppity.  

“Yeah, I helped her paint it.”

We pulled up to a tiny house with only Niall’s car in front. I don’t see a garage so I’m guessing she doesn’t drive. Maybe she rides her horses everywhere. I chuckled to myself as I felt a small buzz coming on from the third drink I drank on the way here.

All of us stepped out of Gemma’s car and walked to the front door. I was surprised when it didn’t smell just like her farm and more like a fire. Maybe we’ll roast marshmallows and sit around the camp fire. I laughed again but tried to keep myself together. Gemma only thinks I’ve had one beer tonight so far.

Instead I focused on her tiny house. It sits on a big hill with Forget Me Not flowers and daisies surrounding it. It’s white with a wooden front door and another screened in door to keep out the bugs presumably. There is a small porch with one of those swings painted white and around back is a screened in porch with a fan spinning inside. I also noticed a big Tree to the side of the house with a tire swing attached. This is the definition of cute. Damn, alcohol really doesn’t suit me.

I knocked on the side of the house as there was no doorbell and heard a dog, maybe two, barking from the inside. A familiar Irish accent began yelling at the dogs as he opened the door.

“Hey guys!”

The labs ran out passed us as we walked in. It smelt like vanilla and cinnamon and looked fairly modern. The floors were all wooden but other than that the furniture was nice along with a decent size television, bookcase with many classics, and a big window to sit and read. Her place is much nicer and bigger than mine. There’s a dark hallway and what looks like two rooms but I’ll snoop later.