A Dream

12

He put on the vinyl and music started playing. It filled the room and probably the whole house with the mostly warm tone of the Beatles. It was an older one, too. Like... Before they got into drugs. I still liked nearly all of their songs. Harry just sat down between the boxes listening to the music like a little child listening to their parents reading them something. I grinned and leaned against the freshly painted, but already dry wall. I had known Harry Styles for a long time. Since I was probably around seven. From media and TV. But in that moment I realized I had only known his name. I had never really known him. He looks so happy just listening to the music. Suddenly the music stopped. I must've closed my eyes while thinking so now I opened them. Harry packed the vinyl back in its packaging. "We came here to work, right? I can't show you around when your parents come back and see that we didn't do anything. " He had snapped out of his mood. Just like that. Focused again. "Erm, yeah. Sure. " I answered. "What should I do ? " he asked. "Just move all the boxes that have my name on it in my room. " I said knowing that in his house his room is the same as mine. "Sure. " he agreed,  grabbed a box and left the room. So... That left only me. I started unpacking a box for the living room. In between Harry came in quite a lot,  each time fetching another box. He came back in as I was placing some books in the shelf next to the TV. "Done. " he just said weirdly smiling. "Okay, than you can continue with these books and I will start unpacking that last box. " I explained the plan. And pointed to a box under a desk. Harry nodded and continued what I had started while I went over and ripped the box open.