American girl [H.S.]

Chapter 64 - Huh?

"Harold! Carl and I are back!" I yell, walking into the house with Carl in my arms.

Of course I kept Carl.

I got him checked for rabies and other diseases. Him and Styles surprisingly get along. They're  best friends. I have to safely distance him from Harry, though because Carl still likes to bite his face off.

I don't blame him though, he is a tasty man.

I just got back from the store because I had to buy stuff for him. I also had to buy Harry more conditioner.

He still uses woman's conditioner. And he always has to have the vanilla scented one or he throws a fit.

"Harry?" I call out again, furrowing my eyebrows when I hear no response.

I set Carl down on the floor, him immediately running off to somewhere in the house.

We're back in London again after spending the week getting to know my brother and my mothers new girlfriend. I should be freaked that I have some long lost brother, but honestly I don't know why I get surprised with the amount of chaos that happens when I visit my mother at this point.

We still have to go visit her for Christmas and I swear if one more crazy thing happens I'm going to get emancipated and me and Harry are running off to Italy.

I walk upstairs and glance in the room to see Harry looking down at his phone.

"Harry?" I ask, walking into the room and he instantly jumps, turning his face away from me and clearing his throat.

"Oh hey. Didn't know you were back." He mumbles, wiping under his eyes.

"We're you crying?" I ask, walking over to him and he still faces away from me.

"No." He shakes his head and I grab his cheeks making him look at me.

His eyes were blood shot and still wet, his cheeks flushed and his hair was a mess, seeming like he has been running his hands through it.

"Why were you crying? Who do I need to beat up?" I ask quickly, furrowing my eyebrows and studying his face.

"No one." He shakes his head, pushing my hands away.

"Let me see your phone." I order.

"No. It's nothing." He replies and I snatch the phone from him quickly, looking at the screen.

I look at the screen seeing he's on twitter reading tweets about him, only they're not nice tweets.

"Harry." I whisper, softly looking up at him to see he's staring at the ground. "Harry."

"What?" He sniffles and I instantly wrap him in a hug, his head burying in the crook of my neck.

"It's okay. They're just mean, ignore them." I tell him softly, running my fingers through his hair.

"I don't understand why they're so rude, I didn't do anything." He mumbles into my neck.

"People on the internet are just mean. It happens." I shrug and he pulls me to sit on his lap, hugging me tighter.

We sit there for a few minutes, him silently crying on my shoulder while I comfort him and try not to cry with him.

"It's okay, H." I whisper.

"I know. I just wish I could be like you, not care what other people think about me." He says and I pull away, just enough to look at him.

"I do care what other people think, everyone does, it's normal. You just can't let what other people think effect you. There are millions of people that support you, you shouldn't be focusing on the ones that are rude." I tell him, pushing his hair out of his face.