"Name something that you've done with a boy." Harry demanded with an evident smirk on his face, sending chills down my spine.
For the pastors son, he's nothing like I expected.
"N-nothing. It's a sin." I argued, frowning my eyebrows and fiddling wi...
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Chapter Sixty Five _________________
A long week had passed and my graduation was finally over and done with. Due to everything that happened with my mother, I wasn't super ecstatic about the day, especially because I was forced to move out, which made things a bit rougher for me and Harry when it came to our relationship.
While he tried to be by my side and comfort me, I pushed him away. Embarrassment still resided in the pit of my stomach. I hated the thought of him knowing my situation and although he didn't seem bothered by it, I couldn't help but feel ashamed. I worried about my future and how I was going to be able to take care of myself for now on— how I'll be able to pay for my education.
Harry assured me that he would help when I decided to speak on it, but I didn't want to live off him when he still had to pay for his own schooling and take care of himself.
He's too young to be putting his hard earned money into me when he needed most of it for himself. Additionally, I believed it was too soon for us to make big moves like that because who knows how things will go between us. We're still learning each other and moving all the way to New York probably wouldn't be the best idea.
Unfortunately, my mother didn't allow me to take anything that was bought by her which was... everything. Luckily, though, Harry and I went shopping a couple days prior, so I had a few sundresses and night dresses to snatch up. Including my vibrator, which was bought by Janet.
I've been heavy on not living with Zayn, so I currently resided in Gemma's residence. She's been very helpful and supportive throughout this horrible time for me... she's truly amazing. When Harry comes by, I meet him outside and we go out to eat or a park which mostly consists of small talk. The conversation level between us is very low and it's not Harry's fault at all.
My mind feels as if it's been corrupted. Every time I turn around, my brain is playing a recap of what happened in my bedroom and my graduation day. The seat where my mother was supposed to be in was empty and when my eyes would accidentally gaze at it, my stomach churned and tears formed in my eyes.
I know I should be thankful for the ones who were there, which was Gemma, Lauren, Lawerence and Harry but something didn't feel right. I wasn't complete and I wanted to feel complete but there was no way when I didn't have my own mother there to watch me walk across the stage, graduating with a four point five grade point average— something my mother was heavy on for years.
"Danielle... Danielle!" I jumped at the sound of Lauren's current projected voice that took me by surprise.
I darted my eyes towards her, seeing her small figure standing at the door way with her hand wrapped around the door knob. She's dressed in a light blue dress and white shoes, and her hair is in two pigtail braids with bows at the ends. I can't believe my mother dressed me just like a child and I'm barely noticing.
