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"He always walked around with his underwear on his head.""Oh my gosh, really?" I laughed.
"All the time." Gemma says, telling me stories of how Harry was when he was a baby.
"That's so cute." I say, as Harry made his way over to us at the counter and poured us cups of tea.
"Yeah, adorable. Thanks for telling her that, Gemma." Harry grins, sarcastically.
"Well, she's your girlfriend, she should know all of you, shouldn't she?" Gemma's brow rose with a smug grin.
"Maybe a little too much." Harry says, sitting himself beside me.
"Or maybe not enough." I tease him.
"So, what are you doing in town?" Harry asked her.
"Well, mum told me you were permanently staying here for your movie and your girlfriend, so I thought I'd fly down to see you. I miss my little brother." Gemma says.
My heart warmed.
"Awe, that's so sweet." I say, intertwining my fingers with Harry.
"How is mum doing?" Harry asks.
"She's good. She misses you but she's good." Gemma replies.
"I miss her too." Harry softly says taking a sip of his tea.
The room went silent.
"So, where are you staying?" I then ask.
"I was going to spring for a hotel–"
"No need." I interrupted her, "I'm sure Harry wouldn't mind letting you stay with him."
Gemma's eyes flickered back and forth from Harry to myself. "I don't wanna intrude."
"You're not." I then look to Harry whose looking at me as if I've said something wrong. "She's not, right Harry?"
"Right." Harry clears his throat. "Of course you're not. You can – you can stay with me."
"That sounds lovely. Thank you for offering." Gemma smiles.
"Yeah 'course." Harry says.
I gave her a small smile as the silence kicked in.
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"Why didn't you want her staying with you?" I ask Harry as Gemma was in the guest room getting changed into her pajama's.
"Its not a bad thing, I just thought that since you were staying with me that you would want us to have our privacy." Harry explains.
"Are you sure that's not what you want?" I ask, putting the mugs in the dishwasher.
"Of course I want my privacy with you, I'm not gonna shove my sister out the door." Harry says, "Although her stories I insist on kicking out." He jokes.
"Oh please, they were funny and you know it." I laugh cleaning the dishes and continue putting them in the dishwasher.
"More like embarrassing." Harry laughed, wrapping his arms around me.
"Well, I found them to be quite adorable." I say.
"Mm – is this adorable?" He asks, as he began to pepper soft kisses along the bare skin of my neck.
I giggle like a school girl, as his curls tickle my skin.
I washed off my hands as I turned around and he crashed his lips into mine.
Right then and there, we heard that soft and sweet voice entering the kitchen.
"Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt."
Harry and I detached from our passionate kiss, as I looked over at her and shook my head.
"Oh, you – you didn't."
Harry cleared his throat implying she did. I playfully nudged his elbow as he gave a small smile to his sister.
"I was just going to say that I'll be heading to sleep now. Goodnight Stella, goodnight Harry." Gemma says, smiling.
"Goodnight." The two of us said at the same time.
My voice – sweet and polite, and Harry's – irritated and annoyed.
"You could be a little nicer to your sister." I say.
Harry laughs, "I'm not mad at her. I just wanted to kiss you."
I roll my eyes, laughing. "Well, too bad. I'm going to sleep myself so, guess you'll have to wait till tomorrow." I say.
I begin to walk away as he grabs me by the hand pulling me to his chest.
I laugh as he crashes his lips into mine and we indulge in another heated, passionate kiss before the night ends.
Because He was mine and I was His.
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