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Later that night, I was sitting on my bed, legs crossed over one another. I looked around my childhood room, inhaling everything I missed. My walls and furniture were white. The duvet was dark blue with a red cherry print. (Surprise!) Two red clothed lamps on the bedside tables. There was a white study desk at one wall. And above it was a wire grid and some photos and quote posters. On the wall above the bed was a cork board and pinned to that was my memories, childhood memories. There was lots of books, on racks and cupboards. I sat up from the bed and reached over to the pin board.

There was pictures of Harry and I. Well there was a lot. But this one was a really old one, From when he was six and I was five. It was just after a week I first met him. I was frowning with a angry expression on my face. Harry was holding a pale pink bunny with long ears and a bib with red cherries printed on it.

That was my bunny, Hollister.

I don't know why he was named Hollister when I wasn't even able to pronounce it properly. Then the poor bunny became Holli to me.

I was calmly playing with my bunny on our garden when the six year old boy from net door barged into our property. He was holding a plate of god-knows-what. My mom was in the porch, watching over me. He looked at me before squinting and giving me a glare which I of coursed returned. Then he turned to my mom before giving her the total opposite look. He sweetly smiled before padding on his little feet towards her. My mom stood up and met him halfway. I couldn't make out what they were talking but he handed mom the plate and turned to leave. Mom turned and went back inside to probably put it in the kitchen. That's when Harry walked over to me. I eyed him up and down.

"What are you doing?" He talked.

"Playing with Holli"

"Who's Holli?"

"My Bwunny" He looked down at my tiny hands which were holding the dear soft toy. He didn't miss a beat as he grabbed it from my hand.

"What are you doowing?" I screeched.

"Bunnies are for girlies" Harry said. "And girlies are stupid"

"Girlies are not stoopid" I said, highly offended.

"They have cooties"

"I don't have cooties"

"Girlies smell"

And that was where I started crying right away. My wailing might have been too loud because the door of the neighbor opened just as mom jumped out of the house as well. Harry stood there with wide eyes, know well damn what he did.

"Cherry darling what happened?" Mom squatted in front of me. I clung to her neck, crying my heart out.

"Harry!" Anne came running to our garden. She turned Harry to face her before bending down to reach his eyes. "Harry what did you do to make this sweetie cry?"

"Why are you calling her sweetie?" He widened his eyes.

"Why shouldn't I?"

"I'm your sweetie, not her" He stomped his foot and pointed at me. "She's a girl and girls smell"

And the volume of my cries turned up more.

"But so is Gemma Harry" Anne scolded her.

"She smells too" Harry scoffed before leaning closer to Anne to whisper in her ear. "She smell like smokey mom, I think she sells smoke sticks to other people"

My mom and Anne looked at him with wide eyes. 

"Harry-" Anne sighed. "She's only eleven honey" Harry scoffed and looked down. "Now tell me what did you do to little Cherry?"

"Who's Cherry?"

"The girl you made cry Harry"

"Why would her name be Cherry?" Harry squinted his eyes. "It's a name of a fruit in our basket"

And I cried more. My mom just laughed it off and tried to calm me down. Anne sighed and looked over at me and mom. I just cuddled into mom more, afraid of her.

"Cherry honey, what did he do to make you cry darling?"

"Don't call her that mummy!"

"Harry.." Anne looked at him with a stern expression. He sighed and looked down again.

"Cherry?"

"H-he s-said bwunny's like h-holly are f-fore girl-girlies" I said between my sobs. "A-and that-t girlies are stu-stoopid, a-and they h-have c-coo..."

"Cooties?" Mom tried when I drifted off.

"c-cooties. A-and g-girlies s-smell"

"Oh honey, I bet he meant that as a joke right Harry?"

"Is not a joke! Girlies do smell" Harry snapped. And I resumed my wailing. 

"Harry Styles apologize now"  Anne said.

"No"

"Harry..." She tried in a warning tone. But Harry just shook his head a no.

"Harry Styles apologize now or I will be taking all your cool stuff away" Anne sternly repeated. "Including your new video game"

And Harry's face stuck in horror. He started to shake his head violently. His straight hair swaying side to side.

"No mummy no, I'll say sorry" He repeated. Anne gave him a nod and he started to walk over to us, slowly. I just melted into my mom more. I didn't wanted him anywhere hear me. After all the insulting things. (in my five year old mind they were huge insults, excuse you)

"I'm sorry Cherry" He said. "I shouldn't have said those things" I just whimpered into my mom's neck in reply. My mom just laughed it off. 

"Thank you Harry, I think she's just upset"

"I'm really sorry mrs" He hung his head.

"Oh it's okay darling" My mom said, reassuring him. "Cherry will forgive you won't you baby?"

I shook my head a no. Why would I forgive him after he said such things to me hmm?

"Don't worry Harry, she'll come around later" Mom said. Harry nodded and went back to his mummy, wrapping a hand around her leg.

"Well since you guys are okay now why not take a picture" Anne suggested. "Do you happen to have a camera Li?" She asked my mom.

"Oh!" My mom suddenly stood up. Making tears in my eyes to come back. "I'll bring my polaroid camera, give me a minute Anne"

"Momma-"

"Stay with Anne for a minute darling" She said before going back inside our house. I just stood there, with tears pooled in my eyes. Stuck with the rude boy next door and his sweet mother. Holding Holli from one hand.

But as soon as mom went, she came back. She had a pastel red polaroid camera in hand.

"Okay Harry and Cherry, stand next to each other will you?"

"Momma" I whined. 

After a lot of struggles. whines from me and protests from Harry we were standing next to each other. But with a good amount of distance between us. Mom lifted the polaroid camera to her eye.

"Say cheese"

But neither of us were wearing smiles in that picture.

I set it down on my table. Those were some good days. The two of us, just being ourselves. No one coming in between. It was always Harry and Cherry. Nothing in between.

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[A/N- Hiiii, yeah so forgive me for not updating this. hehe. I had a hard time editing this because this just didn't feel right...yeah so it's here at last. I have been working on Dark Blue for some days now. And also a new book which is about the 'SIXTH MEMBER OF ONE DIRECTION' And I'll give you guys the deets some other day because I'm really tired and sleepy. I'm literally asleep now. Hope you enjoyed this filler chapter :P ]

QOC - What's your iconic first date?

Lmao that was random but my iconic first date would be....I'm not really into fancy dinner. aybe like doing some crazy un thing? I'd always wanted to go to a carnival but then again our country is boring and there's never carnivals in this damn place. I'd also like a concert. Obviously I like them hmph. But then again, same excuse as before. No artist visit Sri Lanka, like never. (I think Alan Walker visited Sri Lanka) Orrr Netflix and chill...I guess that's it. Oh and a walk at night. I'm a sap for night walks.

So hope you enjoyed this chapter.

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