chapter 8

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April's POV 

As I enjoy each and every bite of my breakfast, I see Harry flicking his eyes open. He lazily goes into the washroom and I continue to enjoy my sandwiches. He comes back, takes his clothes and re-enter the washroom. I finish my sandwiches and open both my suitcases. I was rearranging my stuff when I heard a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" 

"David," 

"Come on in." 

"Good morning, Mrs Styles!" David smiles at me. 

"Morning," I smile back, "You look happy!" I notice. 

"Just excitement of going back home." he smiles again. 

"Ohh!!! Someone is waiting for you, huh?" I raise my eyebrow. 

"Kinda," he shrugs his shoulders, "So where do you want to go today?" 

"Shopping!" I answer, "I want to buy loads of things for friends and family." 

"Sure. When do you want to leave? Mr Styles is free today so you two can go anytime you want." 

"Uh, okay, then after lunch sounds good?" 

"Great," he says, "Bye!" 

"Bye!" I smile at him. God, he really is very excited. I on the other hand is not at all excited to go back and deal with my boring life. I sigh and continue to rearrange my clothes and stuff. I have to make space for today's shopping. Harry comes out of the shower and his phone rings.

"Hey dumbo, what's up?" he smiles and throws himself at the bed. 

"Shut up!" I hear Gemma saying on the other side of the phone, "You are the dumb one! Where is my darling sister?" 

"She is here. You know you are right calling her your sister, she is as dumb as you." Harry teases her again and I throw my dress at Harry's face and he gives me a glare. 

"Wanna say that again? Cause I have plenty of these!" 

"Haha, well done, April!" Gemma grins from the phone, "Gosh, I miss you, April come back now. The list of 'things to do with you' is getting seriously long." 

"Aww, I miss you too. We are leaving tomorrow." I chirp. 

"Yeah, Harry told me! Harry what did you buy for me?" 

"I'm sorry I wanted to buy some brains for both of you but couldn't find it anywhere!" he teases her again. And this time I aim right at his nose. 

"Ow! What the hell!" he cries, "This one hurt!" he complains. 

"Told ya, I have plenty of.... Shit!" 

"You have plenty of shit?" Gemma laughs. 

"No! Freak, I'm so sorry! Harry your nose is bleeding." I point out. Harry keeps the phone aside and looks at himself in the mirror. 

"How can my nose bleed from a cloth?" he asks. 

"The sequence must have cut your nose." I say apologetically, "We need first aid!" 

"It's alright! I'll wash it. Alright dumbo, I'll call you back." Harry says to Gemma and hangs up the phone. 

"No, we need first aid!" I demand. 

"Alright, call David. Speed dial 2 on my phone." 

"Who is 1?" I ask curiously. 

"None of your business." he says and enters the bathroom. I pick Harry's phone and call David. 

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