What Humans Do

The world of gymnastics is a cruel one and when you get injured on the job you will be seen as easy prey. That's exactly what happened to me. I'm on the UK's Olympic Gymnast team and one day it's all taken from me when I left the gym on a stretcher. Now, I'm fighting my way back to the top of my team. That's the whole point of this whole stunt. Everything with him was perfect, but I couldn't allow that. I could only be with him for a year and a half. That's it. That's the whole point of this publicity stunt, to get back to the top, not to fall for each other. I would NOT, under any circumstnaces, let myself fall in love with Harry Styles.

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28. Home

"Harry, we have to get up. We've landed." I said to Harry. We had both fallen asleep on the short three hour plane ride but the voice over the loudspeaker had woken me up. I was leaning on the window while Harry was leaning on me.

I have no idea what Harry said because he used me as a pillow and just nuzzled his face into my side and wrapped his arms around my whole body, almost turning me sideways with him. "Come on! We need to get up. Everyone's starting to leave!"

Harry had releashed his grip on me and sat up right, rubbing his eyes as he did so. "Okay, let's go, then."

He stood up and stretched and I followed his lead and did the same. Since I was tiny, he reached up and gathered our carry ons and handed me my luggage as he carried his own. He tried to get me to let him carry mine but I refused. I hated chivalry sometimes because it made me feel like some type of dependant person. I'm the very opposite of some 18th century maiden.

We were both really tired so we walked off the plane and into the main airport without saying a word. We had to get up at around 5 AM, and since we stayed at Harry's, we had gotten a total of two hours of sleep. With our three hour nap we just had, five hours of sleep now.

I was practically dragging Harry through the airport trying to find my family. It was amazing to hear the beautiful romanian language being spoken all around me. I knew that my mother and father were going to be the ones to pick us up, I wasn't sure who else was going to be there.

I hadn't even noticed I had dropped Harry's hand until he told me to slow down and that I was walking to fast, that he could loose me in the crowd since I'm so small. I gave him shortly lived glare for that.

I was just to turn and yell at him when I heard my name being called. I turned around to see my sister calling for me, shoving the crowds apart to get to me, running at full speed. I immediately dropped my bags and sprinted towards her, pushing people away and getting some rude remarks and looks. I didn't care, though.

I hadn't been able to see my sister in over a year because she was in the army and was serving her time on deployment in Iraq. I was always closest with her, probably because our age differences were perfect. I was eighteenn while she was twenty-five. I talked to her whenever I could, it was hard because of her deployment. She was married, too, with a child, so I knew I wasn't her main priority to call. Of course, it was hard to grasp the concept at first, but I understood.

"Kanga-Rue! Come here!" she kept hollering to me. I never knew this airport was so big. I had come here over twenty times and it never felt like this long of a stretch.

Finally, I had reached my sister and I practically leaped in her arms. I had been told she wasn't going to be able to come, so this was a whole surprise to me. She must've just gotten off her plane because she was wearing her Army uniforms.

You never realize how much you miss someone until you're in their arms. And the realization hit me like a brick wall. I was sobbing in her arms because I could hear the chorus of aw's surrounding us.

I was much shorter than her 5 foot 9 frame, so she was literally picking me up like I was a rag doll. I started laughing a little when I realized that she was Harry's height.

I could feel her shaking, too. From crying, of course. Some sister really don't get along too well and we used to be part of that group of siblings. But then things changed, we grew up and started to really depend on each other. And then she joined the army and our already close bond grew so much stronger, which just made my rareity of seeing her harder.

She finally put me down and looked down at me, still crying. I peaked over her shoulder and saw Harry standing behind her smiling at me, with a reassuring face. Crina[Cree-na], my sister, turned to follow my gaze and a smile grew on her face as she turned back to me.

Since he was close enough to hear she spoke to me in romanian. "Iau face că e el?" [I take it that's him?]

I could feel my face grow red really quickly. I looked down to the floor in the hopes that she nor Harry would see. "Da, cum să nu știi cine e? Am fost în aproape fiecare revista nu există! Chiar și în deșert!" [yeah, how do you not know who he is? We've been in almost every magazine there is! Even in the deserts!]

"Bineînțeles că știu cine este! Vreau doar să fie sigur, că e fierbinte! Te-ai descurcat bine, băiete." [Of course I know who he is! I just want to be sure, he's hot! Did good, kid!]

I couldn't help but laugh because that was something I knew Crina would say! I tugged on her uniform and walked over to Harry, who had picked up my thrown aside luggage. "Harry, this is Crina. Crina, meet Harry."

They both smilied at each other and Harry pulled her into a hug. My family isn't much of a physical contact type so she gave me a strange look from over his shoulder. I just shrugged at her. "It's great to finally meet you!" Harry told Crina.

I couldn't help but smile at the two. I was so happy my sister and my boyfriend had gotten on so well. They continued talking in the middle of the airport for the next five minutes until I asked where our parents were.

Crina smiled and lead us over to my mom and dad. My mom pulled Harry into a hug while my father just gave him a firm handshake with a straight face. I was much like my father with many things. The quiet one, who takes time to warm up to. I knew him and Harry would get along just fine, though, so I wasn't very worried.

I was surprised that we hadn't been mobbed yet by some teenaged girls and I didn't want to push our luck so I began to shuffle everyone out of the airport, saying they'd have time to talk on the way home.

Which they did. Non-stop. I have no idea how Harry understood half of the things my parents said because their accents were stronger in person then they were on the phone.

They had been telling Harry about our home, to be ready for my grandparents because they were a bit strange (They would be for him, at least. They were raised Romanian Gypsies so they did somethings differently), and the awkward conversation of how Harry and I could share a room but there better be no funny buisness. Thankfully, Harry quickly dissmissed the idea of any 'funny buisness' because he wasn't that type of guy.

No, we hadn't done... 'It' yet, and I didn't plan on it for a while. I'm only eight-teen. I wanted to focus on my career before I ever had a sex life.

When the two hour car ride came to a stop, I looked out of my window and breathed in a sigh of relief. I was home. Finally.

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