Forever Young

Forever Young ch.6

Ch.6 Larry Stylinson in the Flesh?!

I wake up to someone jumping on me. “What? What? What?”

As soon as my head pops out, Harry pulls me up with him. Good to know he chose to wear clothes this morning, otherwise I’d be in my scarlet mode... “Good morning,” he smiles, still jumping.

“What happened?” I wipe my face like a maniac, trying to wipe off drool.

“Well obviously I can’t leave you here by yourself....” he raises his eyebrows.

“Uh huh...?” I glance down at my arms, instantly wishing that the scars would go away.

“And he asked to see you...”

“He?” Who’s he?

“Then looks like I’m forced to bring you along,” he smiles.

“Bring me along?” Bring me along?

“To England. The guys wanted to meet you.”

“Oh...”I nod calmly and then it sinks in. I start jumping along with him and in my excitement, I fall off.

“Good to know you’re excited,” he helps me up. “Now get dressed, unless you want to go like that...which I don’t mind,” he smiles sweetly, but as I look down, I shake my head as I turn red again. My short shorts and white cami just wouldn’t cut it for meeting hot British guys. *shakes head* I run to my closet and trap myself inside, despite the fact that it’s actually pretty small. Seeing as I’m never going to grow again in my ‘life’, I feel no need to actually buy stuff. No birthday presents, no more Christmases, either way, it would be selfish of me to live it up while my entire family is dead just because of my dumb choice. I grab a random shirt and some jeans and hope for the best as I run for the bathroom. I brush my teeth and shove my clothes on all at the same time. As I try to shove my feet into my jeans, I fall and hit my head.

“Need some help?” he laughs.

“N-No,” I stutter, mad at my jeans, as they slip up as if to ask what all my struggle was for. I silently curse them as I slowly open the door.

“Let’s go,” he grabs my hand and starts walking down the stairs.

“My shoes!” I let go of his soft hand and scramble to grab the first ones I see. Shoving them on, I run back to him and slip my hand back into his. “Ok, I’m good.”

He nods and walking to the stairs, he says “Last one at the bottom has to...”

“Has to...?”

And he goes off running.

“Hey! No fair!” I catch up with him and he pushes me away. Luckily, I trip and I beat him. “Yay! I win!” As I try to stand up, he pushes me back down.

“I win!” He flexes triumphantly as he opens the door.

“Fine,” I say, smiling as I walk through, the sun hitting me again and I scoot closer to him, now in his preppy blazer.

“I have to admit, though. The sun is a bit intense,” he shoves his hands in his pockets.

“See! I’m not overreacting.”

“Well...You go out at night...like a vampire. I actually go out in the day like a normal person.”

“Well, we’re not exactly what you’d call ‘normal’.”

He shrugs as he lowers his head, shaking his hair again.

After the months I’ve been with him, you’d think I’d be used to it, but it gets me everytime. We walk for what seems like about 2 minutes and as Harry looks behind us, he grabs my hand and we’re up in the air again. “You still didn’t explain how you do this.”