Growing Up With My Hazza

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Braylin's POV

While Hazel was sleeping, and i was home alone, i decided to take a shower. Shawn and Jenn were at work. And the rest of them slept over at Nash and Cams.

I hopped in and started humming Show You by Shawn. It was such a catchy tune. I honestly love it.

When i finished, i dried off and put my bathrobe on. As i was about to open the door to go to my room, Shawn was walking over to me.

"Hey we really need to talk." He said. Me not really caring so i brushed it off.

"Can we talk later? Maybe when I'm dressed and not in only a robe?" I asked him, sounding a little more rude then i meant to be.

"Fine, but once you find out, you'll regret not letting me tell you." He said, walking down the hall to the stairs.

Dang. It must be important. I quickly ran to my room and got dressed, putting on a red Ramones t-shirt and black skinny jeans with 1 hole in each knee, and my red vans. I combed out my hair and folded my shirt selves twice as i ran down stairs.

I spotted Shawn, Jenn, Nash, and Cameron on the couch as Ella, Spencer, Lauren and Hazel were baking in the kitchen. I'm actually surprised that Shawn isn't baking anything. I giggled to myself.

"Hey what did you need to tell me Shawn?" I asked, walking over to sit with all of them.

They just looked at me... Sadly.

Sadly? What could possibly have happened.

"What?" I asked nervously.

"Dad. He doesn't think its safe for you to be here. You have to go back to England." Nash told me.

"Wait. WHAT?" I practically yelled as the girls peeked at me from the kitchen. Do they know? "I dont know anyone there! I cant Go back. I love you all too much!"

"Harry, Anne, and Gemma are letting you move in. We already discussed it." Jenn explained.

"How long have you known about this happening? How long have you been planning on me moving back there?" I was furious.

"About a week. Thats it." Jenn said.

"Thats it?" I said bluntly. I got up and walked to my room, closing the door behind me. I played 5 Seconds if Summer's new album on my phone as i plugged my hair dryer and straightener in, in front if my mirror.

"Save me, from who I'm supposed to be! So tell me tell me tell me what you want from me, i dont wanna be another Social Casualty!" I sang along to Social Casualty. One if my faves.

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Harry's POV

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I was home with my mom and Gemma as we were clearing out the spare room for Braylin. I feel so bad for her. Her father, Chad, isn't telling any of us why she has to come back. At least she has us to stay with though. And we just ended tour so I'm home for a while.

Her flight is in 2 weeks so we have to have her room prepared. I cant believe that he is making her do this. I mean, she has a boyfriend, her sister, brothers and her new best friends. This is terrible and exactly the opposite of what i wanted for her. Hey. She's 19. When she's 21 she can do whatever she wants.