bikes//l.s

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harry had felt sick ever since he got off the plane. He hated plane rides. They were boring and gave him a headache.

Now he was stuck sitting in a car after he was sitting in a plane for hours. harry just wanted to sleep.

"Welcome home!" robin said as he pulled into the gravel driveway.

anne and gemma began to cheer as harry rolled his eyes.

"The Uhaul should be here soon with all of your stuff. I had my friend from work drive it so I could pick you guys up from the airport." robin smiled as he grabbed a few of gemma and anne's bags out of the trunk. 

Before harry could even step a foot away from the car robin grabbed his shoulder roughly and whispered in his ear, "you gonna help with these bags boy?"

harry shivered and grabbed a few bags.  He never liked robin much. He was quite sexist.  He had the mentality of someone from the early 1900s.  Women should stay home while men do all the work.  harry was disgusted by it. 

The green eyed boy was met with the cool air conditioned kitchen as he entered the back door.  It was a decently sized house.  At least that was an upside harry thought.

gemma was already claiming her room in the basement and anne was unpacking the clothes she had in her bag up in the master bedroom. 

"harry come here," robin called to harry from the other room.

So harry walked through the living room to see robin standing in a small room by the front door.

"This is your room.  I expect it to stay clean.  I won't have a pig trashing my things.  Got it?"

"Yeah." harry said as he looked around the room.

"Excuse me?" robin said grabbing harry by the chin and moving his face to look at him.

"Yes sir."

"Good. Now go wait on porch for the uhaul. When it gets here come and tell me so we can unload it."

"Yes sir."

harry walked out of the room to the sliding glass door that led to the porch.  He sat on a little lawn chair that was on the porch and he waited for the truck.

***

The group of boys got on their bikes after niall had explained how he knew about the people moving in. 

As they began riding towards louis' street they talked about what kind of people they could be.

"What if they're murderers," niall said making all the boys laugh.

"I hope a hot chick moves in," liam says and niall agrees. louis and zayn weren't really interested in people.  They'd rather play video games and hangout with friends.

As they rode down the street across from louis' they stopped seeing the pale yellow house robin lives in. 

"Oh look," niall said pointing to a boy with curly hair sitting on the porch. 

"Hey kid," louis shouted grabbing the boys attention.  "Come'ere."

The boy stood up and walked over to the group.

"Hey," he said.

"You moving in?" zayn asked.

"Uh yeah, my mum, sister, and I just moved here from Holmes Chapel."

"Woah you're British," niall laughed. "Cool man it's nice to meet ya.  I'm  niall and this is zayn, liam, and louis."  All the boys waved as niall pointed to them.

"I'm harry." He smiled making his dimples pop out. 

"You have a bike?" louis asked.

"Um yeah," harry said so quietly that it was barely audible.

"Yeah?" louis questioned.

"Yeah." harry laughed. 

Then as a uhaul pulled into the driveway harry's faced paled.

"Um I have to go but I'll catch you guys later," harry said walking back to the house before any of the boys could even say a word.