"Oh, Harry! I'm going to miss you so much." Anne, Harry's mother hugs her son tightly.

"I won't. Finally I have the second bathroom all to myself." Harry's sister jokes.

"Gemma!" Anne warns her daughter.

The older woman starts crying and Harry feels the warm tears on his shoulder.

"Oh, mom. It will be fine. We will facetime a lot, okay? And maybe you can even fly over for Christmas!"

Anne shakes her head.

"You know I can't, baby boy. Grandma only has us to celebrate with. I will give you a call though. Oh, my baby three months!" Anne starts crying even harder and also Harry is fighting the tears.

"It will be alright, mom. It's one step closer to my dream."

Anne gives her son a watery smile.

"I know it is, boy. I'm just going to miss you so much. You are my youngest baby and it feels like you are already all grown up."

"I am already 18, mom."

"Still, you are my baby boy."

"Are you guys done crying? I have to drive to the airport, remember." Gemma says grabbing the car keys from the table.

"I wish I could come with you to drop you off!"

"It's fine, mom. I know you have to go to grandmother. I will call you when I arrive okay? I love you so much!" The tall boy kisses his mother on the forehead.

"Have a safe trip, baby. I love you too." Anne hugs her son one more time and then watches her youngest child leave her house and he would be back in three months. Anne is going to miss her baby boy so much.

Before the siblings drive to the airport, they pass Niall's house to pick the fake blond up. Of course he had to be there to say goodbye to his best friend. Niall and Harry are friends since kindergarten and the longest they have gone without seeing each other is a week when Harry went on painting camp. 3 months will be a challenge for the pair.

"How are you feeling?" Niall asks when he enters the car.

"Excited but nervous. I really hope my partner will be a nice person."

"Do you have their name already? Do you know who it is?"

Harry nods. "Louis Tomlinson. I looked for him on Instagram. If it's the one that I think it is, he looks hot."

"Show me!"

Harry takes his Iphone out of his pocket and goes to Instagram, typing the name of the boy again. He shows the first picture to Niall.

"Wow, he is indeed good looking. If I would be gay I'd tap that ass."

"Niall, you almost say that about every guy. Are you sure you are not gay?"

Niall shakes his head.

"I'm not. I just try to live in your world, Harry. That's what good friends do."

Harry fondly shakes his head. The rest of the ride the boys talk about random things, enjoying the last few minutes together.

"Here we are..." Gemma says as they are in the front of the check-in desk.

Harry nods and looks from his sister to his best friend.

"I don't like to admit it but I will miss you, little bro." Gemma walks up to her brother and messes with his curls.

"Gemmaaa!" Harry whines.

The older girl just smiles and hugs her sibling.

"Have a good time there, okay? Text me but not every day. I'm going to enjoy my time without you." She winks at her brother.

"Every day? Are you crazy? Once every two weeks." Harry plays along.

"I'm going to leave you alone now with Niall so you can say properly goodbye. See you at the car, Niall?" Gemma asks.

Niall nods and then focusses on his best friend. The blond lad has tears in his eyes.

"Oh, Niall! Don't cry!" Harry pulls his best friend in a hug.

"You are not going to replace me, right? With some stupid snobby British boy?"

Harry starts to laugh loudly.

"No one can ever replace you, Ni. You are my best friend, don't worry."

"I hope you find a hot guy though that fucks you right. Or do you fuck him? I always forget if you are a top or a bottom."

"Niall, I'm not going to discuss my sex life in the middle of the airport."

"You will text me everyday and all day right?"

"I will give you a text every day but I am going to enjoy my time in the UK as well, buddy. Can't do that with my fingers glued on my phone."

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"That's me. I have to go now."

Niall is full out crying now and hugs his best friend for the last time.

"I hope you have the best time ever, Haz. I really do hope you are happy there."

"Thanks, Nialler. I love you, you dwarf."

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"LOUIS!" Jay, Louis mother screams through the house.

The boy sighs as he disconnects his lips from Eleanor.

"WHAT, MOM?"

"SEND ELEANOR HOME, WE HAVE TO GO TO THE AIRPORT TO PICK UP HARRY!"

Louis rolls his eyes and carefully pushes Eleanor from his lap.

"Don't pout, babe. Maybe that Harry guy is cool." The brunette tells her boyfriend.

"I doubt it. You have to be a lame ass to participate with this stupid project on your free will. Let's go downstairs or my mom will freak." Louis grabs Eleanor's hand and together they walk downstairs.

"Can you please take your jacket, Louis? Lottie is already in the car. It's a long drive to London."

"Why couldn't he just fly to Doncaster?" Louis moans, not wanting to be for hours in a car with his little sister and that weird Harry guy.

"He is coming from LA, Louis. Do you really think there is a flight LA-Doncaster?"

Louis just shrugs. "I don't know, I don't care. Can't El drive with us?"

"No." Jay answers immediately. It's already 3 years that her son is together with that girl and she never liked her. It's not like she is mean or something, she just isn't someone she can see her Louis together with. They just don't fit.

"It's okay, love. Just text me, yeah?" Eleanor kisses her boyfriend and Jay scrapes her throat.

"Louis, jacket please. Bye Eleanor."

The girl smiles weakly at the older woman and leaves the house.

Louis, Lottie and Jay are sitting in the car. Louis in front, Lottie in the back. Lottie is calling a friend, talking about the recent break up between Justin and Selena but also about how the new Barbie dollhouse is the coolest shit ever. Lottie is 12 and she is at that age where she is still a little child but denies that strongly because 'she reads magazines' and 'listens to Justin Bieber because he is hot'.

"Why couldn't El come with us?" Louis sighs after ten minutes driving.

"Because I know you. The poor boy comes alone from the USA and you would be making out with your girlfriend right in front of him. That's not polite. You and Eleanor are like glue. It's good to spend some time apart."

"I don't share that opinion."

"I'm not shocked."

"I really don't want this, mom."

"Too bad. The boy is on an airplane right now. I read his file. He seems like a nice person. Back in the USA he does a lot of charity work, have you read that?"

"No, I haven't read his file."

"Louis, don't tell me you are going to be like this for three months please."

"I'm not making any promises here."

The older woman just ignores her son for the whole ride. She really hopes he will act different towards the boy.