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"Actually, y/n, please can you move to the boys' group, with Harry."
There was a chorus of "What the fuck?" out of the girls around me.
Why is this so awkward?
I stood next to Harry, he looked very uneasy, I'm only a minute older but he's still my little brother. Gemma is basically our mum, Harry and I can't deal with this ourselves, I don't know what's going to happen right now but I really want to hug her.
"Chill, Haz," I whisper at no one but I know he heard me because he turned his head and caught my eye. He looked like I just shot our parents.
Simon is terrifying and he looks even more like this. All judgemental and stuff. I'm trying not to think about how this is going to change my life no matter what happens.
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The Better Than Words intro burst through the speakers, Liam is already dancing as usual, Louis is walking around sizing up the venue, Zayn is walking next to me doing that weird smile/smirk that I love and harry is messing about with Niall and his guitar already.
"BETTER THAN WORDS,"