Darling [h.s]

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Song For This Chapter:

The Less I Know The Better- Tame Impala

"Oh, the less I know the better
The less I know the better"

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Harry's POV:

"I haven't talked to Dad yet about it" 

Darlene's voice pulls me out of my sleep, when I blink my eyes open and look around I can tell it must be pretty early in the morning. When my gaze falls on her I see her sitting up in bed, her phone clutched to her ear and the comforter pulled up to her chest. She looks like she must've recently woken up too by the puffiness of her eyes.

"Well break technically starts on Monday, so if you want me home then I'll drive down then" She continues, her voice slightly raspy. 

It's currently Friday, but Pennstate is about go on Thanksgiving break after this weekend. Then we have winter break just a few weeks after.

"I-well I can't leave this weekend cause I...I-I have plans" She continues, clearly lying out of her ass. 

I shuffle in bed slightly, sitting up a bit to see her better. I brush the curls away from my face imagining the possible bed head I have right now due to how out of place my hair already feels.

"No Mom it's-well-" 

My sudden movement causes her to pause and look in my direction, a soft smile gracing her face before her attention is taken away from her Mother's voice.

"Mom!" She whisper shouts, her eyes widening as she looks at me warily, "no-well-I have to go. Bye, love you!" She quickly spews out before she's hanging up the phone. 

She slaps the phone down next to her on the mattress letting out a big relieved breath causing me to smirk, when she feels my gaze on her she turns to me her expression slowly changing to match mine.

"Good morning love" She says tiredly, extending her arms in a stretch. The warm grin on her face has me reaching for her and pulling her to lay on top of me causing a soft giggle to leave her lips.

"What was that all about" I whisper softly, leaving a soft peck on her nose.

"My Mom's asking about Thanksgiving" She simply says as she peers down at me from where she's perched up on my chest.

"Well I gathered that much" I respond with a chuckle, "I mean-"

"What are your plans for Thanksgiving? Are you going home to see your Mom and sister?"

She interrupts, her attention now nervously shifting from my eyes to the swallows below my collarbone as her blue fingernails begin to trace them.

"I'm English honey, we don't celebrate-" I begin humorously 

"I know, but I don't know...Nialls still going back to see his family in Ireland. I just figured I'd ask" She continues shyly, her cheeks now beginning to get a bit rosy from embarrassment.

The sight is endearing, but I do feel a bit bad for embarrassing her.

"No, I'm not going home. I've always stayed in PA and just chilled, why?" I ask softly brushing away the piece of hair behind her ear that fell between us.