Eucalyptus & Honey |H.S.|

Chapter 18 - They Know Who You Are

"Don't let mum see what?"

Anne rounded the corner into the kitchen as the words left her lips. She looked just as beautiful in person as she did in the pictures I have seen of her. I couldn't say I was surprised given that she had literally created people as beautiful as Gemma and Harry. But still. It was a little shocking to be in a room with three people who were all equally as beautiful.

Not to mention, her and Gemma just got off a long ass flight, and they were both still glowing. How was that even physically possible?

Anne's hair was pulled back into a low bun, and she had sunglasses pushed back on the top of her head. It reminded me of Harry—with his glasses constantly tangled into his mess of waves. It was sort of comforting. Her smile was bright—just like Harry's—and I instantly felt like I could tell her anything in the world and she would be nothing but supportive. I got that feeling from Gemma, too.

I wonder where the fuck Harry's arrogant son of a bitch tendencies came from, because it sure as fuck wasn't her.

God, I couldn't believe that I was literally just fucking Harry less than thirty minutes ago, and now I was meeting his sister and his mom. It has certainly been an eventful morning.

If there was any physical possibility that I could turn invisible at that moment, I would have. The thought of meeting Harry's family was sort of terrifying—even if it was most definitely not planned. The fact that he didn't make me leave immediately after Gemma had walked in was proof enough that Harry and I seriously needed to have a conversation about whatever the fuck was going on between us.

But, I also knew that I would avoid that discussion for as long as I could.

Still, despite Harry not having organized us meeting, the fact that he was willingly introducing me to them left unwanted butterflies throughout my stomach. His arm was still around me, too, and maybe that was because he was slow in processing the fact that his mother was standing in front of us now, but I couldn't help the way my heart fluttered in my chest at the action.

I had no idea how many of the people he has seen over the years have met his family, but I got the feeling it wasn't a whole lot. It made me feel dangerously excited at the fact that Harry possibly actually cared enough about me for that.

Jesus fuck, we needed to grow the fuck up and have an actual conversation about this.

I had also noticed that he hasn't been getting those calls lately. At least, not around me. So maybe he broke it off with that girl? If he was ever even seeing her. I had no idea what the fuck to think about the whole situation, but this was beginning to feel alarmingly close to a relationship, and I was scared as fuck that I was getting far too attached far too quickly.

Particularly when there was a possibility that he was still talking to that girl. Whoever the fuck she was. My stomach began to sour as I thought about the mysterious caller that he refused to ever talk about.

I shoved the jealousy down, knowing that this was not the time or place to even begin to think about that. Just because Harry's sister walked in on us fucking, and I was now officially meeting his mom as well, didn't mean I had any actual right to be jealous. If there was anything to be jealous of.

Fuck. This was all far too confusing for me to be thinking about this early in the morning, and with Harry about to introduce me to his mother.

So, I shoved all of the thoughts of Harry and I's relationship into my 'Huge, Confusing Harry Things' pile and decided that we had to have a conversation soon.

Anne's eyes landed on Harry first. Her wide grin turned even wider, and I saw tears fill her eyes that threatened to spill over as she eyed him up the way mothers do. As if, when not in their presence, their children suddenly forgot how to be a functioning human. It was sweet, though, and it briefly made me think of my dad. My heart squeezed tightly in my chest, and my own eyes threatened to fill with tears. I shoved that down as well, throwing it into the 'Never Fucking Think About' pile, because it hurt far too much to do so.