"Florida. Jacksonville. I've never lived anywhere else. Nicky went overseas for college, but I've always just been there. My sisters haven't left home yet. My eldest sister is in college pretty close to us so it's cheaper for her to stay there. Then my next oldest sister doesn't want to go to college. She's a surfing instructor and lifeguard. Then my other sister is still in high school. We're all pretty different. Which is okay. We don't hate each other or anything like some brothers and sisters who are different do," Harry said just as Nick was gesturing to him and asking him to tell Logan what dance titles he had won. Nick knew, but Nick wouldn't do the talking for him so Harry listed off the ones he had won in the last two years and explained he had nationals in about a week and a half. Then Nick went back to talking to Logan and Harry was left blushing.

He nodded and shifted in his seat a little. "I'm the youngest. Our family is huge on both my folks' side. My mom's Italian and my dad's Irish. Mom has seven brothers and sisters, Dad has eight. They all have kids of their own too. It's pretty mental. There's ten years between Nicky and me, but he's always been my bestest friend. I want to be successful like him when I grow up. Or grow up more. I don't feel much like a kid anymore. He's amazing, though. I hope I don't cramp his style being here." He nodded and shrugged. "Sure, I dance. I'm probably nowhere near good enough as New York dancers, though. All the places here, they're dream places for dancers, but only a small percentage will ever make it here."