Summer!

Last day of school would last forever. It was impossible to hide the fact that I was thrilled to be done with thirteen years of school, but I did the best I could not to show it. Sophie, my best friend, told me over and over again how much she would miss our classmates. If I would have to find one thing I'd miss about school, it would probably be the library. I know I sound like a geek saying that, but I have to admit it, I love reading. The one thing about school I hated the most is how you don't get to decide yourself which way people should be looking at you. If someone spread a rumor about you being a slut, then you'll always be that person who's hated by all the other girls. That's what happened to me.

I was wrong about the day going to last forever. People actually kept their mouth closed when I passed them in the hallway, and I got a few compliments. What the hell? Sophie didn't let me wonder about that for more than a little while. "A rumor is out you're related to Harry Styles, please tell me it's true!" I could see the excitement in her eyes as she looked at me. "Yes, but no. We're not actually related. My uncle married this woman, and Harry is her son. That makes him my step cousin or something," I told her. "Oh my god, is that uncle the one you told me you'll be living with this summer?" I nodded. "Why are you so interested in Harry?" I asked after a while. "You're kidding me, right?" she asked whilst looking at me like I was making a joke of myself. "No. I mean it. I've never told anyone except you about my family in England, why does everyone know who Harry is?" Sophie laughed. "You'll figure that out when you go visit you uncle next week," she told me.

Long time no see

All I could think about the whole flight from Norway to England, was what Sophie had meant by saying I'll figure that out when I'm at my uncles. I listened to my IPod and tried to solve a puzzle on my phone the last couple of hours. I'd also bought a magazine at the airport, but I gave it to the girl who sat next to me when I realized how girly it was. I'd always been one of those who didn't care that much about what I'm wearing and how my hair's cut. Even though I tried my best to care about fashion and to like talking about makeup, the truth was that I didn't. It must have been on that flight I decided to stop trying to be girly, and instead be the real me. However, I'm not a tomboy. I do not dress like a boy, I do not have short hair and I hate football.

My uncle was the only one waiting for me at the airport. He told me that Harry and Anne, my aunt, was at home putting up a bed they'd bought me. When Robin was done asking me how things were in Norway, we finally got into the car. I talked all the way from the airport to my uncle's house. Most people would find that annoying, but I actually think he liked listening to me. Robin was really cool. Not only was he the kindest man I knew (Sorry dad …), but he had been more of a father to me than my real dad ever was. I love my dad, but he has his ups and downs. One day he could be home all afternoon playing with me and my sisters, and the next day he'd be coming home at midnight drunk.

Harry was the first one to hug me when I got out of the car. "I've missed you so much, Nora! I can't believe we let 5 years pass by before seeing each other again," he told while hugging me. "Harry, I know you miss me, but I really need to breathe," I said pretending to be out of air. He only hugged me even tighter. "I love you, Leanora," he said before letting me go. "I'll love you too if you stop calling me Leanora, you know I hate my name," I said. "Okay, Nora," Harry said with the cutest puppy face I'd probably ever seen, "Do you love me now?" he asked. "You're cute," I said before turning to Rosie who'd been poking me for å while now. "I made you something," she said a little shy before giving me a bracelet. "Thank you, it's so pretty! Do you want to help me put it on?" I asked reaching out my hand. She did as I asked with a smile on her face.