Desolate - h.s. ✓

° thirty °

     Thanksgiving break arrived sooner than I was expecting it to. Harry and I had been dating about three weeks now, the two of us spending more time together on the weekends than we did during the week. Ella was still keeping my secret, and I was extremely thankful for her at this point. Though, the thought disappeared when my mother asked me to grab a dish.

"Let's go, we were supposed to meet your brother and father there an hour ago."

"I don't think they'll care much, Mom."

She rolled her eyes, about to get something from the fridge when the doorbell rang. I could tell she was furious, walking toward the door quickly. I followed after her, curious as to who it was also.

"If it's someone trying to sell something to me, so help me I'll—oh, hi, Harry!"

"My Mum wanted to know if you had any extra brown sugar?"

"Oh, yes! Why didn't she call?"

"She did," he nodded. "I texted Nicole also, but she didn't answer."

"You couldn't look at your phone?" my mother asked me, her town slightly harsher. "What are you even doing?"

"You had me make the apple pie, and I was busy, and you didn't say that I needed to—"

"God, why did I even have kids?" she muttered.

Harry asked if he could help, but she just pushed him off. I said I needed to go get something upstairs, my mother cursing under her breath. I smiled at Harry as I went to shut the door, but he clearly noticed I wasn't happy, the boy pushing the door open and shutting it behind him. We headed up the stairs, Harry hugging me against him once we reached the top.

"She's just so mean when she gets this stressed," I whispered against him. "I didn't even do anything. If I was on my phone, she would be upset, but because I wasn't on my phone, she was upset. I can't win. That's why my dad and Ethan left."

Harry sighed, allowing me to hug him tightly. I smiled when he tilted my chin up, placing a quick kiss to my lips. He also said I looked stunning, my face flushing with the words. After I grabbed my phone, I slipped it into my purse, heading down the stairs. He followed me to the kitchen, my mother narrowing her eyes.

"I thought I told him to leave?"

"You did, Mrs. Coleman," he assured. "I just couldn't leave without helping, though. My mum wouldn't be very happy with me."

She rolled her eyes, but pointed at what he could take. I made sure I grabbed the brown sugar, as well as the apple pie I had made. My mother picked up the cheesy potatoes, the three of us heading out of the house. We set the dishes in my mother's car, followed by grabbing the other three that were still inside. She said she would meet us there when I claimed I had forgotten my cupcakes, Harry following me back inside.

"You look very handsome," I told him.

"Me? No."

I scoffed softly, but couldn't explain how attractive he actually looked. His hair was absolutely perfect, and he was wearing his cross necklace. It was exposed because his shirt was unbuttoned some, the burgundy looking perfect against his tanned skin. His black skinny jeans accentuated his legs, and I could not understand why I never saw him in boots, the boy clearly attractive in absolutely anything.

"I can't believe I'm dating you."

He shrugged. "I'm just a guy who really likes a bitch."

"Harry!"

"I'm joking, fuck!" he shouted when I pushed him away lightly. "Damn, you're awfully rough with me. Does that mean our sex is going to be rough?"

"Shut your filthy mouth," I scoffed, grabbing the cupcakes from the fridge. "Let's go."