Chapter 16
Kirsten's P.O.V.
Harry was very good at making conversation, very capable of talking to my mother. He complimented her and made charming remarks of her food and house. My mother had made us each deviled eggs on a platter, and she had a Christmas movie playing in the background.
I slid into the barstool next to Harry, and he had his elbows bent on the granite counter top while he was talking to my mother.
"I'm sorry to say, but I have not gotten your name yet." Harry stated to my mother.
"Martha." She said with a warm smile. "Kirsten, I never knew you could do that honey," My mom said raising her eyebrows. Her with her little apron on, so happy and content in her little kitchen. I only popped an egg in my mouth and turned my palms to face the ceiling with a 'what can I say?' expression.
"Me neither!" Harry exclaimed, turning towards me. "How long have you had that drum set?" He asked. I looked around, trying to remember.
"Oh, gosh. David must have had it for what, 20 years?" My mother interrupted. "But, now, its probably been 30." I nodded and exhaled. I looked over to see Harry's biceps bulging out from his sleeves. His toes were oddly pointed inwards as he rested them on the barstool, and mine were oddly pointed outward. That was one thing I got from my mother. Harry nodded intently while his eyes were serious.
"And he was good?" Harry questioned, a smirk emerging from the left of his face.
"Oh boy," My mother sighed out while rolling her eyes. "Hours and hours each night. He had to keep getting them repaired, he kept smashing on them so hard. He drove me crazy!" While she kept explaining, Harry nodded as if he was being taught something in math. He was taking in everything as she continued, and he kept glancing over at me, as if to compare me to my dad.
Just then, Zoe came bursting through the door. My head snapped to face her.
"Ohmigod, you guys are all over my instagram newsfeed." She said with a grin.
"Zoe," I bitterly said at her. "You could knock or use the doorebell or something." I slid out from my seat and took her iPod. I slid down the screen and picture after picture was us, there we were in the bookstore, walking right past the doors. Harry's eyes were glistening from the flash, and mine were bugging out of my head. How attractive. But, at least I looked good.
"People are calling you 'Karry'!" Zoe exclaimed. I slowly turned to face Harry and my mother, as my mother was looking at me with confusion, and Harry looked like if he didn't burst out in a smile, he might explode.
"How," I sputtered. "how do they even know my name?" I said clutching her iPod. More pictures I scrolled through, there was one where you could see a bulge in my stomach. I cringed as I handed the iPod back to her. She only watched me intently as I looked at the ground.
"I might have told them," Zoe finally spoke. I could feel Harry's footsteps behind me. My head snapped up to fast I might as well have gotten whiplash.
"What?" I whispered. I accented the T to make sure she got the point.
"Well!" She said, her eyes bulging out. "I had to leave at some point! They saw me sitting with you and they bombarded me with questions. They even snapped a few pics of me, thank god I looked good today." I rolled my eyes as I took my hair between my fingers. I felt a warm hand on my shoulder as I started to think. Well, maybe it isn't so bad... my thoughts got interrupted by Harry's cell phone. I turned around to face him as he had a surprised expression and slid out his phone.
