Harry ~age 16~
Being Harry’s only younger sister, he’s very protective over me . Everytime I went to the movies, he had to come too. Anytime I had a guy friend over, he was sure to check up on me every fifteen minutes. The only time Harry wasn’t busy ‘protecting me’ was when he was on tour, and even then he’d call me every few hours to make sure I was alright.
“Where are you going?” Harry asks.
“Party.”
“You’re walking? At this time of day? What time does it end? Who’s party is it? Will their be parents there?”
“Yes, I’m walking. Yes at this time of day, even though it’s on six o’clock. 9:00 pm. Stephanie’s, and yes, her parents will be there,” I answered quickly.
“Okay,” He says, rising from his seat on the couch.
“Where are you going?” I ask him.
“With you.”
“Why?” I whine.
“I need to make sure you’re being supervised, and I will not have you walking alone,” He says.
“Whatever,” I roll my eyes. I knew it didn’t really matter because Harry’s attention would be swept away by all the teenage fans at the party.
