Harry

Today's the day that the boys finally fly out to Kavos and start their holiday. After finally getting the final bits that he needed and finishing off his packing, the lads were all coming around to Harry's with their suitcases so they can start the holiday early.

Harry's mother, Anne was having a hard time imagining not having her boy around the house as this would be the longest time she has spent without seeing him. Not to mention the worries of him fending for himself in a different country. Harry can be very mature for his age giving the circumstances, but mix that with alcohol, his friends and god knows what else he can become very childish and lack much common sense.

She had sat him down after he came back from shopping with a list of rules that she wants him to abide whilst being away. She knows that this is probably useless and he will no doubt do these things anyway, but Harry knew his mothers heart was in the right place. He was her youngest and she will always see him as her baby.

He is just glad that she had decided to have this conversation cough lecture cough before his friends arrived. That could have been slightly embarrassing.

Anne sat on the couch with a sad smile and patted the spot next to her to gain Harry's attention so he would sit down. 

She was taking this waaay too seriously Harry sniggered but sat down close nonetheless.

There was an uncomfortable silence off Anne staring at him trying to give off a stern look. Harry decided he couldn't take it any longer and really needed to get back to his room to see if he had packed everything that he would need. He decided to break the awkward silence and hold back a snigger.

"look mu-" Harry paused as Anne brought up her hand in front of his face and then brought her pointer finger to her mouth.

"Shh" she sniffed. Harry couldn't take it any longer and erupted with laughter that he had been trying to hold in for ages at his mothers over dramatic behaviour. He didn't realise how loud he would be, even surprising himself. He quickly covered his mouth in shock with wide eyes.

Anne was positively breaking her heart here and Harry's possessed laugh right in her face didn't help any. He sees this as a joke, Anne glared at the young boy with bright green eyes.

Anne needed to cool down and perhaps have a little cry alone before she scolded the boy in front of her. Picking up her large note pad full of rules for the boy, she stands up from the couch and heads towards the kitchen. She would eat her sadness away she smiled.

Before Anne could get much further Harry realised this wasn't an act that his mum was putting on and she was deadly serious. This kind of creeped out Harry but worried him even more. Although she was taking things too far, he was being insensitive.

Harry grabbed the notepad out her grip and took her hand giving it a gentle squeeze. He did truly love the caring nature of his mother despite it sometimes being a little over the top.

He pulled her into the tightest hug he could imagine without hurting her of course. This had always been a game of theirs since Harry was very little, who could do the tightest hug. It's not hard to see who would win nowadays, that would easily be Anne and her psychotic and possessive ways. Jokes. It did always provide Harry with the feeling of comfort and protectiveness that he needed. Anne had the role of two parents through a lot of Harry's childhood as his father left when he was very young. He truly admired Anne for all she has done for him and his older sister, Gemma and was also very grateful for his now step-father Robin in taking over the role of dad despite it not being at all biological. He was also glad that she had him because Gemma had already moved away to university in London and Harry wasn't sure how long he would be staying at home.

After Anne's meltdown and a cup of tea courtesy of Robin, she was ready to have the talk with Harry.

She kept a hold of his hands and looked directly into his eyes. "Now, Harry. I have a few rules that I would wish for you to follow whilst being away from home. We'll start with the sex firs-"

Harry began screaming and putting two of his pointer fingers in each of his ears in the hope that Anne would stop. Harry knew what it looked like from the outside that he was being childish, however he had already experienced Anne's rendition of the birds and the bees talk years prior and would not want to experience anything like it again. He didn't imagine many kids enjoying these talks with their parents, however Anne just did not know when to stop and she always wanted to go into great detail to ensure that her children understand fully and that they are safe.

He couldn't hear a thing with the combination of his high pitch screams and his fingers in his ears but he could see that Anne was still on a roll and hadn't stopped talking. Not even noticing her son was hyperventilating.

"Now that was if you were having hetero sex.. Onto gay sex, that's much the same in the sense that I want you to be fully protected, or the other male. Y'know, if you're a bottom. I think you'd bottom. Yes defi-" Harry stood up abruptly having enough of his mother arguing with herself about whether he tops or bottoms. She grabbed his arm and pulled him back not being near finished her lecture. She went on to explain the importance of lube and honestly Harry was done. He couldn't listen to anymore of Anne's rambling about sex.

"I think that's enough Anne, Harry is a sensible boy I'm sure he has gotten the main idea and point you're trying to get across about sex in all forms, dear" Robin sighed giving Harry a sympathetic smile. He too was used to Anne's embarrassing rambling about things no mother should really say to her children. Or anyone for that matter.

Harry let out a sigh of relief and the long breath that he didn't know how long he was holding. She then went on about discussing how to budget, to make sure he remembered to eat and not just waste all his money on alcohol. She talked to him about drugs and how dangerous they are, especially in a country that you do not know very well. Almost anything can be in them and that's why they sell them dirt cheap. She made sure he packed a lot of sunscreen and of a high factor whilst she rambled about skin cancer. She then finally went on to say that she wasn't looking for a present of any sort but if he just so happens to see any good quality fake designer bags or purses she liked that she wouldn't say no or be cross he bought her one.

Anne later insisted to have a final look through Harry's suitcases and bag to see if he had folded everything correctly so it wouldn't crease and to ensure he hasn't missed anything out. This ended up her emptying the entire suitcase tutting at what a shït job that he had done and he might of as well just put everything in without ironing it at all. She refolded every item and looked up at Harry with the biggest grin as she held up some condoms that he had previously packed. She gave him a wink and a thumbs up being proud of her sensible boy. And also the fact that he had high enough self-esteem that he thought he was getting some on holiday. Proud. That's her boy.

She stuffed the remaining space of his suitcase with food so that she was sure that he would at least have something to eat if he spent all his money too early on in the week. But no doubt knowing him and his friends that it would be gone before they had even reached the airport.

Some of his friends that were to be leaving from his house were due to arrive soon to start the drinking and get them more in the mood for their holiday. Harry knew he had to monitor the amount of alcohol that was away to be consumed as he could just imagine them not being allowed to board the plane due to being steaming. Especially him and Niall, they weren't at all good at handling their drink. 

Everyone arrived within a few minutes of each other and the all agreed to take their time with drinking as they didn't want to be feeling ill during their first day of being on holiday. They listened to some music and chilled out before the cars arrived to take them to the airport. It was around 11 at night when they were to leave and they were all suddenly hyped and raring to go. They all left with massive smiles on their faces and Harry truly didn't think anything could ruin his mood at that moment.

That was until Anne came running out the house with a few boxes of condoms and a couple bottles of lube. Shouting after Harry that he forgotten some items that she purchased for him at Tesco's when she done the weekly shop earlier.

"Harry, love. Remember to put those in your suitcase instead of your hand luggage as you are only allowed a certain amount of liquids and we wouldn't want you to be outta lube!" She gave him a sympathetic smile and a pat on the back for being idiotic. She wouldn't want to be him after a rough night up the back entrance without any lube. Not a chance.

Harry had turned the deepest shade of red trying to block out his friends laughter. Why he agreed for everyone to leave from his house he didn't know. With one last bone crushing hug from his mum and his safety supplies he was ready to go. 

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They had finally arrived at Corfu International Airport and the heat hit them the second they we're getting off the plane. It wasn't too hot being quite early in the morning so it wasn't unbearable but they knew it was heading that way.

Harry had a dead arm and drool stains on his white band shirt from Niall drunkingly falling asleep on him throughout the majority of the flight.

They gathered up all their luggage and collected their suitcases which was a harder task than it sounds. Apparently near enough everyones suitcases were identical, or they had no clue what they brought with them just a few hours ago as everyone was picking up the wrong one.

Harry sighed as he looked around in an attempt to gather up his friends who were jumping on and off the conveyer belt, having races or ramming their suitcases into each other or even going as far as pushing each other into random people and blaming it on the other person.

"This is going t'be a long holiday" Harry mumbled to himself.