carpe diem. • l. stylinson (BoyxBoy)

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DEDICATION: This chapter is for houiis. Love reading your in-line comments, thank you. :) Third update in three days to make up for being gone for over 3 months.

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[Southern Dunes Golf Course, Orlando, FL || November 22, 2014, 7:35 am, 'Saudade']

HARRY: "Gem, it's only 8 am and this is how you tell me that you miss me?"

GEMMA: "Yes and I should've Skyped you at midnight and made you suffer." (points her finger at the screen) "Cut. Your. Hair!"

HARRY: (ridiculed) "I can't believe we're arguing about this. Can you, at least, tell mum, that I already miss baking cookies with her? Or can you, at least, tell me that you miss me?"

GEMMA: "I do miss you. I miss Curly Harry. Not this ... Mick Jagger Reject."

HARRY: (hands on his hair, smiling, mockingly annoyed) "You just don't get it, do you, sis?" (A golf ball almost landed on HARRY'S laptop, turns to LIAM and gives a disappointed look) "Really, Liam?"

LIAM: (shouts) "It was Niall!" (runs towards HARRY, wipes sweat off his forehead) "Quite hot in here."

GEMMA: (all smiles, fans herself) "Y-yeah. So hot." (clears throat) "Since when did Beckham start hanging out with my loser brother?"

HARRY: "Right."

LIAM: (laughs) "Hi, Gem! You look great!"

GEMMA: (baby talks) "Oh Liam, you look so ... fine."

NIALL: (running, exhaling) "Did I break something?"

GEMMA: "What's an Irish elf doing behind you, Liam?"

NIALL: "Seriously. Is that how you tell people that you miss them?" (sends a flying kiss)

HARRY: "Trust me, I asked the same question."

GEMMA: "Can't help it, Blondie. Whenever I see you, I always see ... green and clover leaves and a pot of gold below your bum."

NIALL: "Hey, you're stereotyping too much. That is too Irish."

GEMMA: "Well you are, so where's the rainbow? Where's my money?"

NIALL: (smirks) "I love you, Gem."

LIAM: "Oh, sorry, Niall almost hit your laptop, Harry. And trust me, I don't even know why someone who plays golf all the time would hit the ball backwards."

GEMMA: (cuts in before HARRY can answer) "It's alright, Liam." (giggles, slowly) "So ... are you ... hot?"

HARRY: (rolls eyes, covers eyes) "Oh for Christ's sake."

LIAM: (laughs) "I'm sweatin'. The weather's surprisingly making me sweat for a quick golf game." (pats HARRY'S back) "So, what are you guys talking about?"

HARRY: "My hair."

LIAM: "You want Harry to cut it?"

GEMMA: "Yeah ... but not on you. I mean, your scruff's lookin' all good, David." (LIAM and NIALL laugh, HARRY can't stop smiling, squeezes LIAM'S hand) "If Harry would have that, I'd pretend that he never existed in my life."