Change (punk h.s.)

Chapter 47 ~ Merry Christmas!

"That flight went by fast", I say to Harry as we wait for our luggage, so we can get out of here. I'm so glad we got back home for Christmas. I want to spend it at home, not at some hotel.

Harry nods as he takes a quick look at his phone. He then looks at me and smiles sadly. He feels guilty because of the pain I have, it's not hurting at the moment but when I sit down, I can't help but feel that sting. I'm just a bit sore but Harry took it pretty hard. I wrap my arms around him and lean my head on his chest. "Harry stop, it's not a big deal", I mutter against him.

He shrugs and takes both mine and his suitcase and we start walking towards the exit. I try to take my suitcase from him but he doesn't give in. Suddenly he stops in his tracks. I take the chance to take my suitcase from his grasp and he doesn't even flinch. 

Suddenly he starts walking fast away and I stand still, watching in confusion as he keeps walking. I see Anne is there but it's not her he's walking straight towards to. He's walking straight towards to the girl next to her. She must be Gemma.

Harry immediately wraps his arms around her and she does the same to him. I can't help but smile at the two. I see Anne starting to come towards me, she opens her arms and invites me in a hug. I let out a small laugh and open my arms as well. "Welcome home, love", she greets me. We pull away and she smiles at me. "I'm happy to be back"

Anne takes Harry's suitcase and carries it to him. Harry and Gemma are still hugging, It's adorable really. They haven't seen each other in ages, they have started to talk lately. I kind of forced him to. 

"Look how much you've grown!", Gemma squeals as they pull away.

"Or you've gotten shorter", Harry jokes and earns a slap to the back of his head. Harry whines and rubs the spot Gemma slapped. 

"Listen you little hooligans let's get to the car. It's Christmas, we should spend it at home", Anne tells the two and starts walking away, me, Harry and Gemma following her.

"So you're Sydney?", Gemma asks as she comes to my side. "I've heard a lot about you. Only good things of course. Harry says you're perfe-", she starts but is cut off by Harry clamping his hand in front of her mouth.

"Calm down kids", Anne sighs.

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"I'm so sick of Christmas songs", Harry groans as I turn the radio on. I roll my eyes and walk back to the couch to sit beside him. 

"Shut up, I know you love them", Gemma chuckles and nudges his arm with her own. "You used to sing them all the time. It's a shame you don't anymore"

Gemma loves teasing Harry, I've noticed this. It's actually pretty funny. Everything he says, Gemma has a comment on it. Me and Zack were pretty similiar. Nowadays we have drifted apart. I don't know why, but he just hasn't shown any interest in keeping contact with me. I think it's because of Harry. Zack doens't like him at all.

I feel Harry wrapping his arm around my shoulder and he pulls me closer to him. "Come on sing something", Gemma pleas. I turn to look at him with a smile. "Yes, sing something"

"No fucking way", he laughs. "I am not going to sing"

"I've never heard you sing!"

"Come on Harry, your girlfriend hasn't ever heard you sing? You need to sing!", Gemma playfully hits his shoulder. 

"I don't want to, okay?", He harshly spits and storms into our bedroom, slamming the door closed. I stand up as well, excuse myself and walk to the bedroom.

I open the door to see Harry sitting on the couch with his arms resting on his knees, his fingers crossed. "What's wrong?"

"I hate it when they remind me of my singing", he mutters and falls on his back.