*harrys pov*
after i left her house i felt lonely as always, i drove home to get ready for an interview with chelsie about a movie i might not be doing.i walked into the house. "hi harry" Emma smiled at me as she shut off her iPad running over to me.
i picked her up and walked to my parents room.
"harry how come your not home all the time anymore you just come home and leave" she asked playing with my hair.
"cause i stay at my girlfriends house" i mumbled i wasn't gonna lie to her."why" she pulled my hair and i chuckled and (smacked the shit outta her) (jk) sat her down. "cause. i can't stay away" i said and she laughed.
"hey harry how are you" my mum asked and i shrugged "good, could be better" i mumbled kissing her head and she smiled nodding .
"you have an interview at 5 it's 4 get ready " she joked hitting me with the magazine. i smiled .
"okay. anything new going on?" probably not"erm. niall stopped by"
"yeah?"
"yeah"
"what's he say" i asked grabbing her pillow throwing it at emma while she was distributed by my mums makeup. it hit her and dropped the thing out her hand and she looked at me.
and ran over hitting my thigh yelling."he said something about a dinner tomorrow night" i pushed emma and she fell laughing.
"okay, when is it" she took a long pause before narrowing her eyes at me."i just told you ya goof" she smiled and i laughed. "yeah i mean like are y'all coming too" she shook her head "bring a friend"
i immediately thought back to haylen.i nodded emma grabbed the pillow throwing it at me. "stupid" she laughed .
"emma stop that's not nice" my mum scowled her . "he hit me with it first" she whined."yeah but you called him stupid " she mumbled and i got up stretching hitting emma in the head on purpose (ik) and she fell over .
i laughed running out the room, hearing her footsteps running after to chase me.
i walked into my room to find some clothes to wear for the interview.i wore a black button up and black dress pants.
i went downstairs to get something to eat.
after that we got in the car and drove to the airport thing it's at.emma and my mum went in the room while we went backstage with chelsea the guys that record or something.
i sat in the like those chairs idk. and she sat across from me."thank you for sitting down with me" she gathered her paper on her lap
"thank you for having me" i smiled
"so i'm really excited about the movie , it's about world world ll it's very serious""yep"
"so i don't have a lot of time cause i'm going to a pool part after jus give me one word answers you don't have to go on and on about how you got the roll and all" i nodded"that works for me"
"so your british can you explain photosynthesis""er- yes" who can't?
"great.. and why do people have different accents like i'm from new jersey and your from what part of london are you from""manchester" i laughed she nodded "north england right"
"west" "no north-"
"northwest" "that's...-"
"more than one word? sorry" i mumbled
"so the movie is called dunkirk? am i right"
"yes""which are you better at? ya know . dancing , singing ,acting , maybe even rapping"
"singing" she should know that already."cool. do you and justin timberlake ever high five each other for getting outta boy bands" i chucked "no"
"you've never high fived justin timberlake?"
i nodded "not about that" i mumbled ."your hair grows really fast is their a product your using?" what? why are we fucking talking about my hair.