collision // harry styles au

chapter twenty-five

"JENSON!" George's voice cried through the house as the front door was thrown open. I craned my neck to see him coming in through the living room, and I met him halfway, scooping him up in my arms. He hugged my neck and I squeezed him tight. I felt him look behind me at Harry and then he pushed on my shoulders so I could set him back down on his feet. He walked behind me and Harry glanced from me to him, smiling, but I could tell he was a bit nervous. George looked Harry up and down with a scrutinizing look, and mum, Collin, and I held in our laughs. George looked so serious.

"Hiya, George," Harry said, sticking his hand out for George to shake. George looked at his hand for a second before a big grin spread over his face. He ignored Harry's hand and just ran straight to hug his legs. Harry let out a breathy laugh and leaned down to hug him back as best as he could.

George stepped back and looked up at Harry's face craning his neck and letting his eyes go wide. "You're so tall, like a bean-stalk," George said, then looked around Harry to Collin, nodding his head. "Or maybe a giant."

"We watched Jack and the Giant Slayer last night," Collin explained.

"Harry, do you think you could've been a giant in a past life?" George asked him with wide eyes.

"It's possible," Harry shrugged, giving me a confused look.

"Very possible. He's weirdly lanky," I commented.

"Hey!" Harry said defensively.

"He also helped me with an essay on reincarnation," Collin explained. "And now he wants to convert to Hinduism."

Harry laughed, looking down at George with a grin. "Is that so?"

George just shrugged. "Sounds fun." No one really had much else to say so we all stood around George smiling at him and each other until Collin finally cleared his throat and excused himself to get started on homework.

"Hey, George! How about we give Harry a tour of the house!" I said to my little brother excitedly. After a vacation the last year where we were guided around a some castle by a tour guide, George's new favorite game was 'Tour.' He would show me around our own house, or the backyard, or even grocery stores.

George's face brightened and he broke out in a smile, taking Harry's hand in his own. "Let's start upstairs!" he squealed, tugging Harry with all his might while Harry laughed down at him.

A little while longer and every single room in the house later, we three had circled back to the kitchen. The whole time we showed Harry around, George kept a tight grip on his hand and looked up at Harry's face to smile. Harry was so good with George, better than I could have ever imagined; he made my brother giggle and Harry listened to every word he said like it was the most important thing he had ever heard. Harry would squat down to George's level and ask him questions like he was genuinely interested. I was beaming the whole entire time; it wasn't often you saw two of the people closest to you interacting and bonding so well.

My mum entered the kitchen and smiled when she saw all of us. "How was the tour Harry?" she asked.

"Amazing," he answered. "George has a quite a talent for this." Harry glanced down at George and winked, causing him to giggle.

"Well," my mother said, rubbing her hands together, "I'm going to start cooking dinner soon. Jenson, would you and Harry like to help?"

I looked at Harry for his approval and when he nodded I said, "We'd love to."

"I was thinking about baking some chicken. So Jenson, you can get started on the rice and rolls," she commanded me, then turned towards Harry. "Okay Harry, how well can you make a salad?"