I sighed as I climbed out of the car and followed my parents up the path that led to the black front door. I hated being dragged along to these things. My parents had told me I’d have fun, like they always did, but that was never the case. It was another boring get together with families that my parents knew, but strangers to me. Christmas was in a week so naturally we should celebrate now it right? My father knocked on the door and it was opened almost immediately by a tall, think woman. She clearly took a lot of pride in the way she looked. She greeted us with hugs and invited us in. I had no idea what her name was, but I didn’t really intend on finding out. My parents quickly headed over to socialise with all the other faces that I vaguely recognised from parties before. I settled myself down in the corner for an afternoon of boredom. “Hi! I’m Sophie.” A little girl, about 5 or 6 years old came and introduced herself to me. “Hi Sophie. I’m Nicole.” I said back to her with a smile. “Do you want to come play with me?” She offered. “I’d love to! What are you playing?” “Dolls. My cousin is going to let me dress him up, but you can help me.” Sophie said in her cute little voice. Him? I thought. What a nice cousin. Sophie grabbed onto my hand and pulled me up the stairs behind her. She was wearing a lacy, puffy dress which could only possibly look cute on a little girl who’s was cute as she was. She had golden curls which bounced with each step she took. She pulled me into a room with her name decorating the door. She dragged me all the way over to her bed where a boy sat, waiting for her. He smiled at me when he saw me. I smiled back. He was very cute. He had the same curls as Sophie, though his were darker than hers. My first instinct was to lean forward and play with his curls, or even just touch them. But I controlled myself. “Hi, I’m Nicole.” I introduced myself. Before he had a chance to reply Sophie spoke up. “This is my favouritest cousin in the whole wide world, Harry.” She said and gave him a big hug. “I hear we are going to give you a makeover?” I asked him. “I couldn’t say no to Sophie.” He told him. I understood. She was the cutest thing. “I’m going to do his makeup, Nicole you can do his hair.” Sophie said, tipping out lots of different half used makeup which I assume belonged to her mother. I chuckled at the look of horror on Harry’s face as Sophie approached him with the eye shadow. “What should I do to his hair?” I asked Sophie, trying to hide my pleasure. I got to play with his hair after all! “Straighten it?” She offered. “Oh I couldn’t do that!! His curls are so lovely! How about I just style them?” I suggested. “Okay.” Sophie sang happily as she worked away, making Harry look as beautiful as she could. As she did that I found some hair clips and tried out a few different styles with Harry’s hair. “Finished!” Sophie called out. “So am I.” I told her. I moved around to stand next to Sophie so that I could see Harry. I tried to hold in my laugh as I saw the bright pink cheeks, the red lips and the blue eye shadow. “Aw Harry, you look so pretty.” I said, laughter in my voice. “Thank you Nicole.” He said with a smile. “Here you go Harry. What do you think?” Sophie gave him a mirror so that he could have a look at himself. “Oh, wow, that’s really something Sophie.” He said, looking at himself in the mirror. “Come on, let’s go show Mum and Dad!” Sophie said excitedly, dancing around a bit. “I don’t think we should do that Soph.” Harry said. “Why not?” She pouted a little. “Because if I did then everyone down there will want you to do their makeup. And you won’t be able to because you don’t have enough makeup!” Harry said to her, putting down the mirror. “I guess so. But I really wanted Mummy to see!” Sophie said, all her excitement gone. “it’s okay Sophie, I’ll take some pictures and you can show her once the party is over.” I said to her and her smile returned. Harry, on the other hand, glared at me. He obviously didn’t want photos of this moment. That’s exactly why I suggested it. “Smile Harry.” I instructed as I took a photo of him and Sophie. There was a knock on the door just as Harry had removed his makeup as well as he could. “Nicole, it’s time to go darling.” My Mum said to me, gesturing for me to leave. “Okay, just give me a minute.” I said to her. She nodded and left the room. “Thank you for letting me play with you today Sophie. I’ve had a lot of fun.” I said to Sophie, crouching down so we were face to face. She didn’t say anything, she just jumped forward and wrapped me up in a hug. When he let go I stood up and looked at Harry. “It was really nice to meet you Harry. Thanks for letting me do your hair.” I said to him. He smiled and came closer to me. He pulled me into a hug. I hadn’t expected it, but that didn’t stop me from liking it. I smiled as he let go of me. “Hopefully I’ll see you again soon Nicole. It was a pleasure meeting you.” He said to me. My heart was pounding. I hoped we would see each other soon too. “Right, okay, bye.” I stuttered and turned to leave. My parents were waiting for me by the door so I hurried down the stairs to them. I glanced back one more time before heading out the door, but neither Sophie or Harry was anywhere to be seen. “Did you have a good time sweetie?” My Mother asked as we walked down the driveway, but I didn’t get a chance to answer. i heard my name being called. I turned to see Harry running towards me. Mum slipped away and she and Dad got into the car to wait. “What is it Harry?” I asked him, my heart pounding in my chest. “I forgot something.” He said to me. “What did you forget?” I asked, confused. “This.” He said before taking my hands in his and leaning forward. He placed his lips on mine softly and only for a moment. I was speechless. “See you soon yeah?” he said. I nodded, still not being able to say anything. He smiled sweetly and walked back inside. I in heaven! I stood there for a moment, a silly smile stuck on my face. “Nicole!” My Dad shouted impatiently from the car. I snapped out of it. I had thought this party would be awful. I had been wrong. I skipped to the car, happier than ever. “Thank you.” I said to my parents as I got in the back seat of the car. “For what?” Mum asked, confused. “For bringing me hear. I’ve had the best time.” I said. I smiled the rest of the day, all the way until I feel asleep, thoughts of Harry buzzing around in my brain. What a perfect afternoon.