I turn in the direction of the voice and my adrenaline finally comes to a stop to see that it's not a fan or paparazzi taking a picture. I'm not sure why, but I don't like being on the cover of magazines that way. I feel like when they take those quick photos your face is never ready and they end up with a shot of your face during the half blink, mid smile, and just getting over your hangover stage.
My heart rate slows when I see Gemma, Harry's sister, waving at us. Despite the fact that I've been over to Harry's house many times, I have never really met his sister or mother. I know of them and they know of me, but a proper greeting is overdue.
"Harry, why don't we step inside and say hi?!" I say excitedly. I wait for the okay but it never comes. "You're not... embarrassed of me, are you?" I become worried as this question creeps up on me. "No! I'm not embarrassed! I just want to make sure my family has a good impression of you. I've had some bad experiences in the past." "Oh" I awkwardly blurt, remembering how those relationships ended. He probably just wants to forget about his permanent record of girls he's dated and move on. "Alright, so now what?" I ask. He shouts, "Hey Gemma! We're a bit tied up now. We'll be back later." "Guess I am interrupting." Gemma seems annoyed of me already. "C'mon, can't you come in for a cup of tea?" She pauses, then puts her hand up to her cheek as if she's whispering a secret, "Mum's not home until six." Gemma must know Harry well because he starts up the pathway to the main entrance, pulling my hand behind him.
We are just through the doorway when Gemma notices, "Wow, I love your band. It's gorgeous, really." "Thanks!" I say as I my right hand naturally tightens around my left elbow. My stance; closed.
The rest of my evening is a jumbled mess of small talk and exchanging fake smiles. Gemma really is a very nice girl, it's just that all want is to grab his rough yet gentle hand and pull him somewhere, anyone else. I keep on looking at his eyes when he joins in the conversation, then back down at his hand. Finally, Harry catches me; my eyes. I feel like a thief and Harry just handcuffed me. I feel my cheeks fill with red and try to talk it off. "Gemma, this is a beautiful house you have." I hope that Harry doesn't see my terrible attempt to stop staring. "Thank you. Actually, Harry bought this." And she holds up her arms to the house. "Oh my gosh Harry!" And now I can't help but to look at him. "You bought two houses?" "I like to take care people. Besides, our ban has really taken off and is selling out all the arenas. The only way I won't become greedy and spend the money on me is if I spend it one someone else." I can't help but think to myself - Harry is so rich. I can't believe it hasn't hit me until now but it's true. He can buy anything he wants yet he's still grounded and... normal. Most people with that kind of money go off the deep end.
The rest of the night passes by so quick and the next thing I know, the sun is falling and Harry is walking me home. My mind is kind of blank because of my incapability to wrap my mind around the number of dollars he has. It doesn't change him it just changes how I think about him. Money can't change Harry, without a doubt, that's a fact, he's grounded. But then, what can money possibly do? It's only a piece of paper, it's only a piece of paper and he happens to have more paper than average. So what? If it has no affect on him, then everything is fine.
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