Always with you, no Matter What Curse

June’s POV:

Scorching light burned through my eyelids, making them flutter open, shielding them with my hands. I searched around for something familiar, like my red comfy reading chair in the corner, or the blinking red numbers screaming out next to me on the bedside table; but everything was different.

It finally dawned on me that I was in England. Against the wall, was pushed a small bed, where a small boy laid upon. Chocolate curls in a perfect arrangement spread across his snowy face, reminding me of the Disney movie, Snow White.

He never woke up in the US; the majority vote of the guys was to take him back home. Niall was the one who said I should come along, that I can watch over him. Liam eventually agreed saying it was my responsibility anyways.

It was exciting leaving the town I grew up in, I was sad to tell the manager I was leaving, and my parents didn’t care.

Now here I was living in a huge mansion with all the guys from One Direction, except one minor thing: Harry and I are completely restricted to one area, I can’t take him out what-so-ever due to paparazzi wanting to know what happened to the band.

I wiggled my way out of my bed, checking on Harry. His small breaths raising his chest up and down were the only thing signaling to me that he was still alive.

“Good morning Harry.” I brushed some curls out of his face, “I wish you could wake up, maybe you could have shown me around. It sucks being stuck in this huge house and not being able to explore a country I’ve never been to.”

I sighed, stroking his hair, wondering if it was a good idea now to have agreed to this.

Knock, knock.

I got up and opened the door to an overly cheerful Niall. He fidgeted around nervously, holding a tray with breakfast on it, “I brought you breakfast.” He beamed.

He was someone you couldn’t help smiling at, “Come on in.”

I opened the door wider to let him through, as he gingerly placed the tray on my messy bed, “Am I going to get you in trouble for visiting me, your guy’s prisoner?” I frowned in frustration of my week long hell so far.

“No.” he averted his eyes from me. That’s when I noticed his golden locks were messy, as if he woke up in a hurry; his eyes bloodshot with little sleep, “There’s a problem June…”

My heart sped up to that, “Wh-what is it?”

He heard me stutter and flicked his head up quickly, “No, no, no, no, you don’t have to leave, we’re not kicking you out; it’s something different.”

“What is it then?” I pushed.

“The curse. We were so fixated on Harry that we forgot about it, none of us have broken it.”
I glanced over at Harry who was in his small form still, “So what do you expect me to do?” I snapped, feeling a bit guilty for coming off rude, but come on, I was stuck in this section of the house for a week now, do they expect me to do everything for them now?

“I know you’re busy with harry, but maybe you know, you would be okay with me coming over every day and maybe we can figure out together to fix this?” he stared down at his feet.
I sighed, not able to say no to him, “Yeah, come on by, I have nothing better else to do anyways.”

“Sweet! Thanks June!” he smiled and fell onto the bed forgetting there was food set there, as the blueberries went rolling everywhere, and the orange juice seeping into the sheets like a bright pee stain, “Shit! I’m so sorry!”

“Its okay, its okay.” I waved him off as I grabbed the tray and placed it on the bedside table, as Niall went blueberry hunting.

He placed all the blueberries back into its bowl, and went to grab the sheets just as I did, causing a tug-of-war scene, “Niall let go! I can do it!”

“No you let go, you have been doing plenty already!”

“Just let it go already!”

“No! You have helped a lot with Harry, so let me do it, it was my fault already!”

“Niall let it go! I haven’t helped Harry at all, so let me do this! You don’t have to be overly nice with me! I know it was my fault, and you know it too! So just be yourself!” I blurted out.

He accidently let go of the sheets, as I went tumbling down in a heap, the orange juiced stained sheets covering me, “I’m sorry June.” I heard him whisper, as he tried to untangle me from the mess I got myself in, that’s when I heard a low whimper echo in the room.

I pushed myself out of the sheets and passed Niall to the bed, a quick glimpse showed Niall was not at all happy, “Harry, Harry?” I kneeled down by his side, holding his cold hand.

I watched in amazement as his mouth slowly gaped open, a low dried out whimper escaped his parched lips, I spun to Niall who was watching Harry too, “Do you think he’s awake now?” I asked happily.

“I-I don’t know?”

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