Twist Of Fate

Sun and Earth

Harry's POV
"Harry, you need to say yes to something! We can't just sit on our asses in Mus' house for the rest of our lives," Liam says. He's very frustrated right now, and I understand him completely. Even the most patient person in the world would be frustrated, and irritated at me right now. Every flight option that Liam has thrown at me, I've pushed it aside.
"Liam, none of those options suit me!" I say, looking up from my phone's screen. "Find a good one and then I'll agree to it." Huffing, Liam's gaze lands back on the computer that's on his lap.
"We've been at this for an hour now and my lap is numb."
"Then leave it! Why're you annoying me and yourself?" I kick my legs off the bed, and get up. "I'm going to grab something from the coffee shop down the lane. Want something?" Liam shakes his head and gives me a death glare.
"We're leaving this week, Harry and that's final. I don't care if you're okay or not okay with the arrangement." I make a face at Liam and head toward the exit of the guest bedroom.
"Bumper!" I yell.
"What?! I'm studying!" Mus yells from upstairs.
"I'm going to Starbucks, want anything?"
"A muffin and a coffee would be good. Thanks, Harry!"
"No problem, Bump. Don't miss me too much!"
"I won't!" I can see Bumper smiling and because of that so do I. I grab the spare keys from the wooden console and exit the house, shutting the door gently behind me. Once - just once - I shut it with a bang and Bump put me through hell for doing so. She gets annoyed at the smallest things and instead of irritating me, I actually like it. Nowadays, a lot of people don't call me out for my mistakes, they just smile and play along with whatever I'm doing. One would think that I would like it, but I don't. Because everyone around me seems like a robot when they do so. I hate it. However, Mus, on the other hand, treats me like a human being. She scolds me, annoys me, calls me out for my mistakes and loves me. I don't know if she's in love with me, but her actions and her looks toward me are filled with love and affection. Another thing that's tough for me to do is figure out who's genuine around me and who's faking their actions. With Bump, I can tell easily. Sure, she's good at hiding her emotions and she's good at telling lies. But I find it very easy to read her. She's like an open book to me. When I first met her, Bump's looks took me by surprise. She doesn't look like a normal beautiful woman. No, she's far from it. Mus, has a unique look about her. She has olive-colored skin, that's complimented by her coffee brown eyes. Eyes that I can never resist. Eyes that can make me fall to my knees, if they only asked. Mus' eyes aren't round and neither are they slits; they're a perfect shape. She has a double-line on her eyelid, something that's considered good luck by Chinese. Her hair is a brown shade, that turns light brown in the sun. Bumper doesn't even need to style it, because it falls perfectly in loose curls over her shoulders. Sure, in the morning they do look a bit...haphazard, but I find it cute and sexy. Sighing, Mus' lips come to mind. God, those lips...they're so pink and luscious. Seductive and oh, so kissable. A tingle passes through my body at the thought of what those lips can do. I need to concentrate on getting my feet till the coffee shop. I smile at the thought of Mus being so scared and shy about telling me about her religion. I can't believe what her ex-boyfriend did to her. He's a bastard, who doesn't know what he's missing out on. Good for me because I get Mus all to myself and I'd like to keep it that way for life. I enter the coffee shop and a warm burst of air hits me. I love the smell of coffee shops, it helps relax me. Whenever I used to be scared or sad when I was young, I'd come to the coffee shop that was located near our home. The day I turned sixteen, they tore it down. Though after that day I didn't really need it because that year my life changed forever. For the good, of course.
"I would like a dark chocolate muffin and a blueberry muffin and two decaf coffees. Take away, please." I say to the lady behind the counter. She smiles and nods her head, noting my order. She tells me the amount of money that I owe her, and I fish cash out of my pocket. The pockets of the jeans that I wear are so damn tight and small. I can barely fit anything in these.
"Thanks," she says, handing me my change. "Please wait for a few minutes." I nod my head and move to the side, as I await my order.
"Oh my God, you're...you!" A girl squeals, coming over to me. I smile at her and take a step forward, wrapping my arms around her. Meeting fans is the best part of my career, besides going onstage and performing. Fans are always so supportive and loving. Like we say all the time, their efforts and ours are what makes us so famous.
"What's your name?" I ask her, pulling back. Tears start to flow down her eyes and she squeals in joy.
"B-Bri," she stutters.
"Don't cry, Bri."
"I'm - I'm sorry, you're h-here." Chuckling, I give her a side hug.
"I know and I'm sure you'll meet me again. In fact, you'll meet me more than once. Just, don't cry, please." She nods her head and wipes at her tears.
"I-I'm sorry." Bri says, as another squeal and a round of tears escapes her eyes.
"Don't apologize." I say, chuckling.
"Here's your order, sir." The woman behind the counter says, placing a brown bag on the counter.
"Thank you," I say. I take the bag, and turn to leave.
"May I-I please have a photo?" Bri asks, making me turn back around. I nod my head and hastily, she fishes her phone out of the purse that's around her neck. I stand behind her and lean down, so that we can both come in the photo. Bri takes a few snaps and then thanks me.
"No problem." I say, turning around and heading toward the exit. I can smell the coffee and the fresh muffins, as I carry them home. That's another thing about Bumper, our heights are almost the same, so we never have the picture problem, not that we've taken any. At least not together. Mus doesn't like taking photos. I'm 5'11 and she's 5'10. In every aspect we're meant to be together. I place the bag on the front step and take out the keys. One twist of the key and Nef begins to bark. She's so alert. Over these past few days, Nef has finally begun to like me and vice versa. At first, she was just a dog who didn't let me touch Mus, without biting my jeans. But now she's stopped doing so all the time, and she's comfortable with me touching Bump. Thank God for that.
"Mus is in the lounge." Kate says, passing by me in the hall.
"Thanks," I say. Everyone in this house knows that Mus is the sun and I'm the earth. All day and all night, I revolve around her.