Sage

22

I didn't know what to expect when I sent a text to Harry's phone to let him know I was outside.

He'd given very little background about his parents, but I knew that if Harry's father had any influence on who his son is, he's probably an entitled rich prick who tries to buy his way with money.

I wasn't so sure about his mom though. All I knew was that she didn't like Quinn but that wasn't nearly enough context to confidently walk into a room with.

When Jenny had dropped me off at my apartment, she'd given me a dress to wear since I only owned one. It only took me thirty minutes to quickly shower and throw on some light makeup. One thing about Bean and baby two was that they weren't shy to stress each blemish and pimple on my face.

For a second, as I was styling my hair into a high ponytail, I considered canceling on him. A part of me refused to simply do a favor for Harry even if it did only take up an hour of my day but the notion of Harry owing me sounded better and better with each idea I got. So, I placed my phone back and began to place my earrings in.

He was honestly lucky that I was in a giving mood.

I get ready to send Harry another text, telling him to hurry the fuck up, but the door suddenly swings open and reveals him in a pair of Navy blue slacks with a Jackson Five graphic tee tucked into a leather belt. The shades that sit in his unruly hair tell me he hasn't relaxed since he got home from work.

"Great choice," he breathes out, referring to the stretchy material of the black rib-knit dress I wore. "Come, come. And thank you. They're at the table. Julio made Stifado,"

I furrow my brows as he grabs my wrist and pulls me into the apartment, "What the fuck is Stifado?"

Harry doesn't get the chance to answer before we're snapping our heads to the sound of a chair screeching against the floor. The woman who I assume is Harry's mom squeals as she makes her way to the living room where we stand.

Her brown hair is pinned up into an elegant bun, pearls adorned around her neck, and a pale pink pencil skirt adorning her thin body. I take a step back when she opens her arms, but she quickly drops them, pointing a teasing finger at me and Harry before wiggling it.

"Aha! I remembered! No huggies for my Ellie!"

I force an awkward smile that comes off as a grimace and Harry slides his hand to the small of my back, scratching lightly as a silent indication to get me to speak.

"Um, it's nice to meet you..." He didn't even tell me her fucking name.

"Oh, call me Debra. It's so nice to meet you. Can I shake your hand, is that alright?"

"Sure," I glance at Harry to see him give a small smile to his mom before nervously looking behind her, causing me to follow his gaze as Debra shakes my hand and pulls back.

"Walter! Ellie is here, dear!" She calls before looking over at us and shaking her head, fanning off nothingness, "He's a bit groggy today, never mind his bad attitude, please. Oh, honey," She turns back around to reach her hand out to Harry's father before we can acknowledge her warning.

Harry most definitely gets his looks from his mother because the man before us is a few inches shorter than him. His hair is balding and his dark brown eyebrows are sharp as he shoots them into his forehead, leaning forward on one foot to shake my head with a curt nod, "Eliana." is all he says.

"Walter," I reply.

"Are you starving, dear? You must be, eating for two and all. Come on! Julio made the most delicious greek dish," Debra grins, tickling the air and spinning on her heel toward the kitchen as she continues to rant about the rich taste of the soup. Walter gives me a skeptical once over before letting out a breath and following his wife as he adjusts his tie.