"What? What's going on?" I ask, alarmed by the sound of her voice; she seems shocked, and I don't know if that's a good thing or not.
Usually, it's not.
"Just come to my house as soon as possible." she demands and then hangs up.
What is going on?
I let out a shaky breath and see mum coming towards the car, carrying a bag so I hurry and try to take it from her, to help her, but she doesn't let me.
"No way, Sophie. For the next nine months, you're not lifting anything even remotely heavy; I'm not letting you risk anything."
I let my arms fall to my sides. "Okay, fine. Could you please take me to Gemmas'? I think something is wrong."
"Now?" she whines. "Sophie, we need to prepare your father for the news and we need to talk about some stuff..."
I cut her off:"I know, I know, but I think something is wrong and I'm afraid it's about..." I trail off.
I can't help but shake off the feeling this is about Harry and it's making me really nervous.
She sighs. "Fine, but not for long, okay?"
I nod. "Yeah, sure."
I ring the doorbell of Gemma's aunt and uncles' house and only stand there for a few minutes before Gemma opens up the door with an expression I can't determine, Liam standing closely behind her.
"What's wrong?" I immediately ask and she gulps and shakes her head.
"Nothing's wrong, not really, but it's really shocking." she tells me.
"Is it about him?" I immediately ask and my nerves go up by a hundred percent when I see her nod.
"Yeah. Come, you need to sit down and then we'll tell you. Have you been watching the news today? Or any other television programme or anything?" she asks and I shake my head.
I've been runing around doctors' offices all day.
"No. Can you please just tell me? Is something wrong with him?" I plead, but recieve no reply, and simply get pushed down on the sofa in the living room, in front of the television.
Gemma looks at Liam and lets out a deep breath. "Okay, you feeling okay, Soph? Everything fine?" she asks and I groan.
"Just tell me." I demand and she nods, moving to the side, and then turns on the television.
On BBC, there's a picture of Harry, leaving a building that looks a lot like a gym, and there's writing that says:"NEW CHAMPION: MEET THE BOXER WHO HAS BEATEN THE BEST FIGHTER IN THE WORLD!"
I can hear the news reporters talk about him, and how he's beaten some kind of a record but it's too confusing to understand it clearly.
"What's this?" I whisper and Gemma changes the programme, and then switches to yet another programme, all of them spotting Harry's picture.
"Look, it's everywhere, and it's been like this for an hour. Apparently my baby brother has broken a record or something and gotten himself in a UFC league. Have you heard of it before?" she asks and I nod.
Of course I have; it's the most famous boxer's league in the world, I think.
"Well, apparenly he was in a fight yesterday in front of the judges with Michael Bisping and actually beat him; this is a big thing because Michael is kind of the best boxer in Harry's category in the world and for Harry, well, it was his first fight."
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