-Chapter Eleven-

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A/N: Hello hello!! Sorry for the wait on this chapter, this past week has been sooo busy. Hope you enjoy :)

"Hello, Alina."

"Hi, mum," I held my phone between my shoulder and my ear as I pulled out a can of Coke from the fridge, "how are you?"

"I'm fine," she replied quickly, "are you still with that man?"

"You mean Harry?" I rolled my eyes as I made my way to the lounge and sat on the couch, "Yes, I am."

"Even after he cheated on you?" She questioned me harshly.

"Mum, he did not cheat," I stopped myself from groaning out loud in frustration, "that girl's story was fake, and the photos were taken out of context. Didn't you see the debunks that came out straight after that?"

"I did dear, but how exactly did you know it was a fake story?" She probed me, "Did he tell you that? And did you just believe him?"

"Yes," I replied testily as I cracked open the Coke can and set it down on the coffee table, "because that's what couples do, mum? They communicate with each other?"

"And how do you know he wasn't lying to you?"

"I just know, mum, okay?" I gritted my teeth a little, "Harry's not a cheater. I can tell."

"If you say so..." my mother didn't sound convinced, "well, in that case, if you're still together, why haven't we met him yet?"

"What?"

"You heard me," she pressed on, "you've been together for over a month now, and you still haven't talked about letting us meet him. Why not?"

"Uh..." her question caught me off-guard, "well, you can't blame me, can you? You gave me the impression that you hate his guts. Why would I make him meet somebody who hates him?"

"Oh don't be ridiculous, Alina. I'm just trying to look out for you," I could tell she was rolling her eyes, "but he's your boyfriend. Your first one in five years. Of course your father and I want to meet him."

I narrowed my eyes a little. "If you're just gonna use it as an opportunity to be nasty to him, you can forget about it."

"I won't! I promise!" She insisted, "Sweetheart, please. Your happiness is so important to us. Of course we want to meet the man who's making you happy. Please, darling?"

"Ugh..." I let out a long sigh, "...fine. I'll talk to him about it. But I can't make any promises on a date right now."

"Alright, Alina."

"I have to go now," I decided I'd had enough of listening to her talk, "see you, mum."

"Already? Alina, our phone calls are always so short. Why are you always in a hurry?"

"Because I have stuff to do," I huffed, "I'll text you soon, okay? Bye."

I hung up on her before she could say another word – and I went straight to my contacts to call Gary.

This was bad. My parents wanted to meet my fake boyfriend, and I had no idea what to do about it. I had to call Gary straightaway.

After tapping his contact, I held my phone to my ear and listened to it ring. Soon enough, Gary finally picked up.

"Hello?"

"I need help," was the first thing I said to him, "I just got off the phone with my mum. She knows I'm in a relationship, and she wants to meet Harry."

"Okay..." Gary began slowly, "So what?"

"So what?" I was shocked by his nonchalance, "Gary, Harry's not my real boyfriend! I can't take him to meet my fucking parents! There's no way he'd agree to that!"

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