Why do I hate Harry Styles?

34: Mom, I like this boy...

Bella's pov

No that is probably my hallucination thinking that , I walked out of the hospital.

"Why would Drake be here?"
I don't know maybe it's because of my stressed out mind that I envisioned Drake near the reception.

Anyways dropping the discern, I headed to my house, meanwhile getting prepared for another trial, that awaited me, that was telling my parents about Harry.

Well ,by now I myself don't know what exactly Harry meant to me and it wouldn't be a big of a crime to hide it for time being till I find the answers of these questions.

However I was deceiving my parents in one way and that was not right. Therefore it would be the best I just tell 'em already.

Stepping in the house, I felt dry , hot breeze blow over me not allowing the hesitation in me to die. Nonetheless facing it bravely, I moved further.

"Welcome home Mirabella." Granny greeted me forming my brows to a deep frown as her body language was indicating something miscreant was going in her head, thwhichidn't help me at all.

"..Th...Th Thank you

"Now come with me."

On entering the living room I was greeted with sweet faces of mother and father.

"Well done Granny!" I thought

Scarcely had I seated on the couch beside mother when I was bombarded with a very expected question by mother.

"You wanted to talk to us about something?"

Taking the final breath and accelerating my confidence, I opened my mouth

"Mother, I lied to you two yesterday. " I blurted out with comparatively lesser confidence than I planned to.

My untimely confession of course left my parents quite baffled and unable to interpret.

"What did you lie about?" Mother asked after taking some good amount of time to probably swallow the information, provided my 'behaviour report' in general doesn't necessarily include me, lying to my parents, that very naturally has indeed altered ever since Harry.

However, I planned on enlightening them therefore I spoke again.

"Yesterday, the boy you met, Charles his name was, umm he is not Susan's cousin nor was he here to pick her and also he was not here alone." It was after leaving them in some sort of conflict within themselves, trying hard to decipher the new character shown by me, that I realised how fishy does it sounds and certainly not decent for something I would willingly do.

Witnessing their flabbergasted faces was when I learnt, how bad of a sentence- framer was I. What I said probably sounds like a foreign girl, far from what I really am and most importantly how my parents picture me.

Therefore after deciding to correct what I said to make them understand what I actually meant.

"Mamma papà, mi piace un Maschio."
(Mamma papa, I like a boy)
I just rambled with eyes pinched shut.
My statement left me wide-eyed too provided that I just confessed that I like Harry, it was not entirely a confession to my parents but myself more.

Yes, I like him!
And I accept that!
That realisation brought fluttery feeling with it but not alone, a feeling of fear and horror to entered the chat but I kept it aside for time being.

Why Italian?
Why does a half-Italian like me who just knows a handful of Italian words, make a very important almost life-changing confession in a nearly alien language?
I don't even know what sense in me made me do that but it probably did something to my parents owing to the confused state my father is in, provided that he was not able to learn Italian even after spending twenty-one years of life with my very Italian mother.