six ; harry styles

                                    

                                          
s i x ; harry styles 
                          
I stepped in front of my body length mirror and sighed. The outfits I've been trying weren't going too well for me. One Direction has one of the biggest, and our last, interview before we go on break for three months. A very well deserved break.
                          
I decided to go with my black jeans and a white t-shirt under my green and black flannel. After tying my, rather long, hair in a pony tail, I sprayed on some cologne and headed downstairs.
                          
At the foot of the steps, I saw how my mum, my very pregnant sister, and my brother-in-law were running around, cleaning everything up. I was confused because I didn't know why they were cleaning so much.
                          
"Hey, everyone," I smiled, picking up a muffin off the counter and pouring myself a steaming mug of black coffee, "why are you all running around like animals on crack?" They all stopped and looked at each other, making me suspicious immediately. I stopped chewing and narrowed my eyes at the three of them. "Okay, spill. What are you hiding from me?"
                          
"When aren't hiding a single thing from you, Harry," Gemma answered, "we told you we'd never hide anything from you the moment she was taken from us."
                          
"Oh, god. I was going absolutely fine not thinking about her for the passed few weeks and you just ruined it, Gems. Nice going." I rolled my eyes.
                          
"You're twenty-two. Grow up already and move on." She muttered, going back to fluffing the cushions.
                          
"Whatever," I mumbled, "I still didn't get an answer."
                          
"I'm just having someone come over while you're out," mum smiled but furrowed her eyebrows almost instantly, "and where are you going?"
                          
"Interview. I told you already."
                          
"Oh, right! There has just been so many things going through my head since yesterday. Sorry, love."
                          
"Quite alright," I looked at my watch and back at my family, "I told the boys I'd meet them for lunch before our interview so I'm going to head out now. Just a wee warning, they most likely will come by later."
                          
"We'll be prepared," my mum said, leaning up to kiss my cheek, "good luck on this interview. I can't wait to have you home for the next three months."
                          
"Thanks, mum! See you later, guys!" I waved at Gemma and Grayson before I exited the house and went to start up my Range Rover. As I waited for the pipes to heat up, I got a call from Niall. "Hey, mate. What's up?"
                          
"Nothing. Wonderin' when you're getting your ass down here." He laughed.
                          
"Yeah, I'll be there in about ten. Mum, Gems, and Grayson were being really weird today. Needed to sort that out."
                          
"Odd," he chuckled, "they know we're coming by after the interview, right?"
                          
"I warned them, yes."
                          
"Okay, mate. See you in a bit."
                          
I hung up and backed out of the driveway. As I made my way to the restaurant, I couldn't help think about who was coming over today. Usually mum never forgets to tell me if we're having company, whether I'm home or not.
                          
After I parked in an empty space, I fixed the aviator's I was wearing and headed straight inside. The hostess immediately recognized me and smiled. Ava, it read in her name tag.
                          
"Hello, Mr Styles. If you could kindly follow me." 
                          
"Of course, Ava."
                          
She blushed and headed towards the back of the restaurant, where it was a bit more private. The boys were sitting at the table, already having a great laugh.