collision // harry styles au

chapter twenty-six

dedicated to @electramuke bc wow lily you rock and the appleview series is great, everyone should go read it!!

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"HARRY!" George's shrill voice woke Harry and I from our slumber quickly, and we both shot up. We could hear the sound of feet pattering on the floor until they were right up close while George yelled, "Harry, Harry, Jenson's missing!" 

It wasn't until he was in the doorway with wide eyes and his head tilted in confusion that he actually saw me. 

"Jenson, what are you doing in Harry's bed?" George asked, walking into the room. I glanced from my brother nervously to the alarm clock next to us. It was ten-thirty. I let out a sigh of relief at the fact that my dad was long gone to work and never saw us. (Trust me, I would've been taken back to my room if he had.) Most early shifts he had to be at the hospital around four a.m. 

"I, uh I had a bad dream," I answered, glancing at Harry for assistance. He nodded hastily. 

"What kind of bad dream?" George said, suddenly worried. He walked forward and climbed to the end of the bed at mine and Harry's feet.

"The kind with monsters trying to get you," I told him. George's eyes widened in understanding and sympathy. I was so glad he was still so young and naive. 

"It's okay Jenson, mummy always says that monsters aren't real. Nothin' to be afraid of." George said, smiling at me. 

"That's exactly what I told her," Harry said, "but your sister is a big baby, she insisted she couldn't go back into her room." 

I elbowed Harry in the ribs before I asked George a question. "Hey, buddy, do you remember how you caught Collin and Kate kissing and you promised Collin that you wouldn't tell mummy and daddy?" 

George nodded, his face puckering up at the memory. "Yes?" 

"Well, could you do the same about me having a bad dream and going to Harry about it? I think mum and dad would be angry if they found out I didn't go to them like you do," I said. More like dad would probably kill me and/or Harry, while mum probably didn't care.

"My lips are sealed, Jens," George said, fake pulling a zipper down his lips and throwing away the key. I laughed and lunged forward, grabbing him by the middle and pulling him on top of me, tickling his sides. Harry sat next to us, watching us with a smile plastered across his face. 

After I was done tickling the life out of George, we settled down with him somehow now on Harry's lap as we leaned against the headboard. He and Harry were discussing pirates and how George was a pirate for Halloween after George pointed to the ship on Harry's arm. George went into interrogation mode after he'd seen it, claiming that Harry was actually a pirate and he'd been keeping it a secret. 

"Pirates love tattoos, especially of ships. I read a book on them," George insisted. Harry only laughed. 

"I swear I'm not a pirate. I just like the ship is all." Harry promised. George still seemed suspicious, though. I felt my stomach growl, and I interrupted their conversation. 

"Hey, George, you know who makes the best breakfast in the whole world?" I asked. His eyebrows furrowed as he thought for a second. 

"Probably the Queen's chef," he answered. Harry threw his head back laughing at George's answer. He'd sounded so confident. 

"Well, probably, but Harry makes really great breakfast as well," I said, giving Harry a sly glance. 

"Do you really, Harry?" George asked. Harry nodded, shrugging his shoulders.