Izallouis’ view:
“I'm going to the doctors.” Jess called up.
“That’s fine. I'll watch grandma.” I called down.
“Do not do anything stupid!” She hollered up.
“We won't!” I hollered down.
“I was talking to your grandmum.” She yelled back.
“I will, don’t worry!” Grandma yelled back to Jess.
“Lord help us when you two are together!” Jess then slammed the door.
“So what are we going to mess up??” Grandmum asked me.
“Well, there is the park. We could go to the shops or out to eat.” I suggested a lot more before she stopped me. “What??” I asked.
“I want to meet this Styles.” She grinned.
“I promise you it's not like that… entirely.”
“I have to meet him.” She gushed.
“I'll see what I can do.” I fetched my phone out of my pocket and she watched as I dialed him. “Hey I was –”
“I can't talk now. I'll call you on break, we’re filming.” He then hung up.
“Let’s go watch a TV show.” I said and let her take her time into her wheelchair. I grabbed myself a jacket and handed one to Grandmum.
“I don’t need it.” She refused.
“Look Jess is already going to get mad we are out of the house, let’s not give her another thing to bitch about.” I smiled when she took the jacket. I wheeled her out and down the steps carefully. She didn’t weigh a whole lot because of her age and health condition but it was a task nevertheless.
“Will Harry be at this TV show??” She wiggled her eyebrows at me when we reached the gate to guard the front of the house.
“You can say that.” I smiled.
“I can't wait to see what he is all about.” She made some weird kissing noise and I knew she was going to be a flirt.

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