Falling In Love (L.S)

Chapter 2

"Mom, I need for you to slow down." Harry chuckles into the phone. "I can't understand what you're saying past all the noise in the background." Harry sighs as he repeats himself for the fourth time. Harry loves his mother, of course he does, but sometimes he wants to hang up on her and ignore her calls for a couple of weeks.

Harry has been home for only thirty minutes. By the time he kissed his girlfriend, Carly, and changed from out of work clothes, his mom was calling from her bowling night with the girls. She was excited because one of the women in her league is about to become a grandmother and now she's convinced that Harry needs to provide her with kids soon because she isn't getting any younger and her daughter, Gemma, refuses to have children.

It's the same recurring conversation that Harry's growing tired of. It's not that he opposes children, it's just he's too busy for them is all. He works late nights, weekends sometimes as well, thus he can't give his full attention to both his practice and children as well. It wouldn't be fair to either he or any children he would have. When he becomes a father he wants to be the best father possible—he refuses to be anything like his own father.

Des Styles is not a good man; and he's an even shittier father. When he wasn't working till one in the morning, he was drinking, manipulating Harry, cheating, and forgetting a birthday or a recital.

He never had time for his family, except when he needed Harry to 'bond' with him at a random house, and his excuse was always the same—I'm out working so you can have a good life. As if never being home, neglecting your family, and drinking your life away was perfectly justified as long as the family had a home to live in, clothes to sleep in, and food to eat.

The day Anne, Harry's mother, divorced Des was the best day of Harry's life. He's twenty six years old but he still agrees that getting Des out of his life for good was the best thing to ever happen. Being free from Des is what allowed Harry to grow up into man. A man who didn't, and still doesn't, need his father or anyone else's approval for anything. It allowed Harry, Gemma, and Anne to grow closer as a family, and made Harry everything he is today.

"Are you even listening? Grandbabies!" Harry frowns at the phone and rolls his eyes as he reaches over the counter to find an empty glass to fill with water.

"Yes mom I heard you, you want grandchildren." Harry humors her and then hears her grunt her approval before claiming it's' her turn to bowl and hangs up.

"Your mother is by far my favorite person." Carly whispers as she wraps her arms around Harry's middle. Harry sighs into the touch and rests his head on the top of her head since she's slightly shorter than he.

"You only like her so much because she calls you pretty." Harry responds and he can feel her chuckle from behind him before she places a kiss on his neck.

What Carly doesn't know is that his mother already has a line of women ready to take Carly's place if Harry fails to get engaged within the next two years. Apparently, to Anne, Harry either needs to 'piss or get off the pot.' Anne thinks Carly might not be the one and so she has a bunch of 'possibilities' already lined up.

"Guilty." She admits and then Harry rolls his eyes as he turns around looking at her fondly. He really does love the woman in his arms. They've been together since high school and she's the only person he's ever been with in any form of the word.

She's about five seven, thin, with long dirty blond hair and brown eyes. Everyone assumes that they're either married, should be married, or expecting kids. Harry turns them down each time and a part of him convinces himself he hasn't married Carly yet because he wants to make sure she's the one.

Call him old fashioned but he wants the woman he marries to be the only woman he marries. He wants to make sure he does it right, and he'll wait ages if he must. The other part of him, the silent part he tries to ignore, knows he hasn't proposed yet because when he looks at Carly he just doesn't see eternity—he just sees the now. But that works for him; he enjoys living in the moment, even if that means holding out for his eternity.