Tahulah's P.O.V
I wake up feeling all sticky and weak. Harry's sheets are sticking to my body like bee's to honey. I untangle myself from his sheets and look at myself in his mirror. I look disgusting. My face is slick with sweat, my face is as pale as a sheet and I have massive purple bags under my eyes. I feel like shit and I look like shit. Perfect. I turn around and crawl back into Harry's bed and snuggle back into the hot and sweaty sheets.
'Tilly love you awake?' Anne asks from the end of the bed. I groan from underneath the sheets to signal that I am in fact awake.
'Sweetie tea's ready.' She mummers coming round to sit on the bed beside me. I groan and snuggle further into the doona.
'We've got to eat something you've been asleep for 8 hours not to mention the 4 hours in the car. You've got to be hungry. Even a little bit.' She tells me stroking my forehead.
'Alright.' I mummer sitting up and climbing back out of bed, shivering as soon as my body leaves the doona.
'Love your shaking , here's one of Harry's old jumpers.' She smiles warmly handing me a Jack Wills hoodie. I pull it over my head and is immeadiately filled with warmth.
'Thank you Anne.' I smile politely at her. She wraps an arm around my waist and leads me down the stairs and into the dining room where four other people were already seated and eating. Hearing our entry everyones head snap up towards our direction. At the table sat Harry, a middle aged man and woman, a blonde boy who looked around Harry's age and a girl who looked a bit older than Harry.
'Tilly your up! You feeling a bit better?' Harry asks beaming at me.
'Yeah a bit.' I smile weakly at him.
'Ok Tahulah this is my husband Robin, Harry's sister Gemma and that's Harry's friend Will.' Anne tells me pointing to each person. I give them a tiny wave before Anne guides me to a seat next to Harry.
'Tilly you look really pale.' Harry mummers into my ear.
'I'm fine Harry I promise.' Smiling at him.
'So Tahulah what brings you to England?' Robin questions me from the head of the table.
'I moved here to be with Zayn.' I answer back politely.
'So your Zayn's girl? I thought he was dating Perrie?' He asks confusedly raising an eyebrow at me.
'I'm not his girlfriend. I'm his best friend.' I smile brightly at him trying to avoid the topic of my family.
'What do your parents think of their teenage daughter living in another country from them.' He presses on and I wince.
'My parents died in a car accident that's why I moved in with Zayn and the boys.' I whimper fiddling with Harry's jumper.
'I'm sorry.' He says sympathetically. I just smile weakly at him.
'Tahulah what's Australia like? I've always wanted to go.' Gemma pipes up trying to break the awkward silence. I smile thankfully at her.
'It's hot like all the time in most parts. Expect Melbourne we can experience every season in one day. The beaches are the best part I reckon. I'm not a big fan of the beaches here because there's no sand.' I smile and Gemma chuckles.
'Did you play any sports?' Will asks me from beside Harry.
'I played girls and mixed netball, girl's footy and girl's touch rugby.' I explain.
'Footy eh what position did you play?' He smirks looking at me raising his eyebrows.
'I was a full forward.' I say proudly.
