Harrys pov-
My night has been going amazing, I got to the restaurant just on time, and now Tyler and I are eating our fancy pasta towards the back of the restaurant. I'm still feeling a bit unsettled from earlier, but Tyler has distracted me for most of the night.
"So on the topic of music, I'm actually going back to LA in a couple of days for some interviews on my new album Igor, and I wanted to know if you wanted to meet up again soon before I go and possibly chill at my studio I've rented out here? You don't have to, but you're so chill and would love to mess around a bit before I leave?" Tyler says, slightly avoiding eye contact with me, acting nervously.
I bit my lip and stare at him with a slight grin before saying, "I would fucking love that."
He makes eye contact with his gorgeous smile and big doe brown eyes before scooting his chair around the table towards me. He surprises me when he pulls me into a comforting hug. "Thank you so much; you don't know what that means to me."
"Honestly, it's not that big of a deal. I had a great night with you and would love to try n' create something," I say, is now, feeling the warmth around me disappear as quickly as it came.
I look at him as he is now back in front of me and the table. "I don't usually ask or want to do collabs, but Ill make an exception." He said playfully.
As I was about to respond, I see a similar pair of eyes looking at me from ahead. "Mom?"
Tyler turns his head over his shoulder to see who I was talking to. My mom looked at me, frozen with large eyes holding an unfamiliar man's hand. She walks over to us with an unsure smile and the man she's with trailing behind. "Harry, I didn't know you were going out tonight with anyone or at all? Can we talk please, you haven't been answering your telly, and I think it's a good moment to introduce you to Keith!" She puts her hand on Keith's shoulder.
I look over at Tyler, who is now looking a bit confused at me. "Mom, this is Tyler, and I would really enjoy it if we could talk alone, I texted you earlier, and we can talk later," I say uneasily, now turning my head towards Keith.
"Son, please just talk to your mom; she's really trying-" I hear Keith for the first time but not.
"Please don't call me son. My name is Harry." I glare at him, but at the corner of my eye, I see Tyler trying to process what's happening.
"Harry, please-."
"No, I'm sorry, but we are leaving. I think this conversation is made for now. But it was great meeting you, Keith, and I just can't wait to see you again." I start to get up, grabbing my bag and giving Tyler that look to get up.
"Um, well, it was nice meeting you, Harry's mom, and... yeah," Tyler gives them a bright smile before grabbing my hand and smacking a check on our table.
He quickly took my hand and stumbled forward a bit, dragging me with him towards the front doors. Looking back behind me, I see my mom's frowning face looking back at us with Keith's arm hugging her side securely.
That will definitely take some time to get used to...
My hand is still in Tylers as I look back at him now walking through the doors of the diner. Feeling the cool air hit us, I heard Tyler speak up.
"I won't ask what crazy family shit is going on with you, and I won't say annoying shit, but if truly if u ever need anyone to spill what's on your mind, I'm here." giving an awkward smile.
"Is this you saying you care about me?" I give him a big smirk letting go of his hand.
"Oh, don't pull that shit with me." rolling his eyes playfully at me.
