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Not for me

Chapter eight

Harry’s p.o.v Ali had 11 missed calls off her mum, as I picked it up. It rang. “Shit” I cursed to myself. I slide the bouncing face up. Clearing my throat first I then spoke. “Hello?” “Alix, Alix where is she? Have you killed her?” I giggled then reassured her that her daughter was safe and whilst I was still on the phone I had returned to the kitchen. Ali spat out her tea and jumped out of her seat. Swiping her hands across her throat signalling to call it off, I handed her the phone. “Here you go Clare, Alix is right here”. I handed Ali the phone hearing Ali’s mum call out “goodbye love”. Ali then took the phone and had a brief conversation of reassurance before ending the convocation. Ali glared at my with a twinkle in her eye, which made it hard to take her seriously. “Oh yeah Ali were going to the funfair before we take you two girlies home today” Niall added which distracted me from the convocation Harry and my Mother just held. I nodded in delight and finished my tea. Niall’s POV On the way to the funfair there wasn’t a moment of silence in the car. Ali and Haz in the front and me and Mim in the back seats. Ali kept turning back winking at Mim which caused them both to giggle. But if I’m honest I had no clue. We parked in the field in between two cars. We agreed to go around together then wed part as the day went on. Being in mind we arrived at 2pm and the fair closed at 8pm I was pretty worried what harry would try and do in that bug period of time. “What do you two want to go on first then?” Harry said whilst winking at my in the rear view, as I squeezed Mims hand that was firmly held in mind. If I did start a relationship with Emilia, this would be my first personal relationship not one that was put together for publicity but my own one, my choice. If she was my first Id try so hard to make sure she was my last to. With Emilia being 19 and me being 25 there’s a 6 year gap, which now a days is a lot. This didn’t worry me because I knew there were 5 between Ali and Harry, it made me feel a little more at ease. I unbuckled my seat belt and opened my door, giving Mim a hand exiting the high risen vercail.

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