Hold on a second, I’ll go have a look for him.
Okay, and when you find him, tell him to come see me because I really miss him.
I will indeed. He says he misses you too.
Yup, there are loads of Harry Styles’ on the planet, take your pick.
Theeeeeen, I pick the curly-headed, green-eyed one who just so happens to be on this very tour.
Hold on a second, I’ll go have a look for him.
Someone is also being very defensive.
What? Defensive, me? Never.
Oh, right right. I must’ve been thinking about the other Harry Styles on the planet.
Yup, there are loads of Harry Styles’ on the planet, take your pick.
Someone is also being very defensive.
What? Defensive, me? Never.
Sure hope he wasn’t going in for a kiss..
Psh, of course not! Why? Is someone a bit jealous of a human statue?
Psh, me, jealous?! Never!
Dinner // Harry, Isla, and Susan
“You almost died because of a sanitary towel? The irony in that is amazing, Harrykins.” She joked, shaking her head, and watching him bounce Susan up and down on his lap. They were so cute together. She loved it. “Yeah, you better have missed me.” She joked, smiling over at him.
“I get scared easily, you of all people should know that Islabear.” Harry joked back, setting Susan next to him, keeping her close. A small grin grew on his face when he felt Susan start playing with his hair.
Harry and Olivia.
“Hmph. Fine,” Olivia muttered, a furious look gracing her face. Her scowl deepened and she shifted in the seat, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “I’m never gonna be old enough to do anything, am I? Mummy says the same thing. I bet it’s ‘cause you both don’t like me.” She wasn’t thinking about what she was saying at all right now, too upset to filter the words before they passed across her lips, else she would have stopped at this point.
“You think me and mum don’t like you? Fine, you don’t think I like you? OK.” Harry crossed his arms over her chest, heading over to the kitchen and getting a drink before heading over to the TV and switching it on. He grabbed the remote and flicked it over to a sports channel, his eyes locked on the screen.
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Harry and Olivia.
“Exactly!” she said, struggling against his grip as she was tossed bodily over his shoulder. “I’m nine years old! I’m a big girl now, so I can go by myself!” she exclaimed, scowling as she was set down. “It’s not fair! I can do things by myself; I’m not a baby anymore. Why won’t you let me?” she asked, stilling, eyes welling up with frustrated tears.
“You’re not old enough Olivia! Now stop moaning and be quiet!” Harry huffed angrily, a headache banging at the back of his head as his younger sister continued to pester. “Because you’re my little sister! You’re far too young to be walking around by yourself!” He rested his head against the frame of the door.
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