1D Minis

The Death of Mrs. Thomson ~ Harry

My name is Colleen and I am 16 years old. My father died when I was 4 and my mother had a heart attack when she walked in on me doing the nasty with Harry Styles. She is currently in the hospital in a coma. I go to her everyday and apologize for I have sinned and brought shame but I don't think she's ready to listen to what I have to say. I can't help it, I am in love with Harry Styles, but my mother thinks that he is no good for me. Mother is wrong though, she doesn't know what's good for me. Harry is good for me and I wish she'd understand. He holds much more than the tattoos and piercings that he hides behind. He's more than that. He has an ass that's out of this world and that v line though. Damn, he can get it. I think about that soft and plump booty every night. *sigh*
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"Mom, mom, wake up!" I cry into her shoulder as I lean against her in the constrained hospital bed.

I wipe off the tears, careful not to smudge my eye makeup. I may want to mourn for my mother but I need to look good for Harry tonight. He had said that he had a very special surprise.

It feels wrong to think about getting the D in front of my mother. My mind wanders to many places and to the things I want Harry to do to me tonight. I shake away my dirty thoughts and focus back to my helpless mother.

Why did she have to freak out over this? She'd missed my 16th birthday because of her heart attack. I wish she could wake up and see what a great guy Mr. Styles was. He treats me like a princess during day and a dirty mama at night. He is perfect. He is the one for me. One peek at his abs and my mother would surely understand. I wouldn't be surprised if she wants to give birth to his child after that.

My phone beeps beside me, indicating that it's a text from Harry. My face instantly lights up and a wide grin is etched onto my face. The text reads:

"Hi princess ;)"

The sweet message is then followed by another:

"Get your dancing shoes on, we're going to the same place we first met. I left a dress for you on your bed, wear it tonight. ;)"

Could Harry get any more romantic? I don't think so. If only my mother was awake right now. I could show her these texts and she would see that he really cares for me and only wants what's best for both of us

I go home a few minutes later, and find the dress that Harry bought for me laying on the bed, with a note beside it. I gasp at his generosity. No guy has ever done something like this for me. The dress is a beautiful silky red colour. The way it looks under the light is breathtaking. Target can never do you wrong. I check the price tag: $5. How romantic. It was probably on sale. He always thinks ahead and that's one of the many things I love about him. I slip it on and admire the way my butt looks in the mirror. Harry is honestly so thoughtful, I couldn't ask for somebody better.

I check my phone: 3:57. There is a bit of time left until Harry comes to pick me up. I'm so thankful for my amazing boyfriend. Is he my boyfriend? I'm actually not sure. I mean, I had only met him on tinder a few weeks ago. Oh well, at least he loves me. He told me so himself when we were getting it on.

I decide to hop in the shower to rid my skin of the hospital germs. I need to look like walking sex tonight and that includes smelling like it too. As I begin to get dressed, I hear the doorbell ring. My heart leaps up in excitement, and forgetting to put my dress on, I rush downstairs.

I almost trip, racing down the steps that seem never ending but luckily, I make it. I touch up my hair, making it appear effortless yet sexy before opening the door.

"Delivery for uhh, Colleen Thoms--" the young boy stops mid sentence as he looks up from his paperwork, his jaw nearly touching the floor and eyes popping out from his sockets.