Cherry- H.S

Every Color.

A/N: It's been a while... I've had a lot going on. I'll be out of state for literally three weeks but I promise to keep updating. I love you guys though, and this chapter is a bit longer so please enjoy it!!!

WELCOME TO A WORLD TOUR FRIENDS!!!!!

CHERRY'S POV:

Alyssa hasn't been a problem since that night. He made sure of that the moment he decided to block her. Ever since then things have been good. Things have been easy. It's been about a week. Right now I'm repacking everything I've unpacked the past day or two since moving in with him. I'll admit it's odd looking around Harry's bedroom knowing it's mine now too. It's odd seeing Blue and Zeppelin run around together too. It's odd being in this place knowing it's my home too. Another question I have is what the hell do you pack when you're going to be gone for six months traveling the world. I'll be in every climate, I'll be in every place so what the hell do I pack?

"What're you doing little fish?" He asks, walking into the bedroom, a shirt missing, but low hanging sweatpants on his hips.

"Packing... Or trying to at least." I sigh, looking at the complete mess in front of me.

"Ahh, I couldn't tell." He jokes, and sits on the side of the bed. "Looks more like you're unpacking baby." He laughs, and I sigh.

"Well I don't even know what to pack... Or how much to pack, or.. Or anything, and we're leaving tomorrow..." I look up at him as I sit on my knees on the floor.

"You just pack your favorite things that remind you of home... If you need something else then we'll buy it on the road.. It's not a big deal." He tells me. I start to get up, and he tilts his head.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asks.

"Um.. Procrastinating. What does it look like?" I ask, and he stands up, putting his hands on my shoulders to guide me back down to the floor,

"No you're not... You've got to pack, we're on a plane tomorrow." He sighs, and sits down with me.

"But I don't want to." I groan out, and throw my body down.

"Come on I'll help you.. Come on.." He takes my hands and pulls me up. "First things first... these, and these." He takes my red converse, and my white vans, placing them in the suitcase. "Next is these." He reaches beside me taking my favorite pair of jeans out of the stack, and then he takes my favorite sleep shorts too, putting them in the suitcase folded up.

"Those are my favorites." I smile.

"I know, and I know they'll remind you of home too.. So these come too." He tells me, reaching to the pile of tshirts. He takes some of his along with some of my own vintage shirts that I wear so often. "That's a start... All of your favorites, your staple pieces... Now to the closet we go." He stands up, and pulls me up with him, spinning me around. We stumble in the walk-in closet and he reaches into the clothes, taking out some of my favorite shirts, all colors, and I hold my arms out, opening them up so he can set the clothes in my hands. He reaches for the soft silky gold dress that I wore in New York too, placing it on top.

"Hmmm. Why that one?" I ask.

"Because it's my favorite, and I want you to bring it with us so I can hopefully see you wear it again." He tells me with a smile.

"Grab that leather jacket... and that cardigan of yours too." I tell him, nodding at the rainbow fabric.

"Have I ever told you how much I love it when you wear my clothes?" He asks.