Fizzy Love (Harry Styles)

Chapter 2

**Lolita's POV**

"Lolita, it's time to get up!" My mum said in what sounded to be a British accent. Every day, my mum used a different accent. She did it on purpose, obviously. What kind of crazy person goes around talking in a different accent that just does it automatically. No one I have ever known. What a silly thing.

School again, I suppose. School. Day in, day out. Education. That is what my life consists of. Just learning. But learning is fun, dad says. He says that people that choose not to have an education, their nose will fall off. No good, he says.

I do think it would be terrible to just wake up one day and your nose not on your face. I wouldn't risk it. I have been learning all my life. Despite what dad says, I have never actually seen a noseless person. Well, except Voldemort. So I guess word got around after his nose dropped off.

I slide out of my bed and walk down stairs, into the kitchen, which smells of something I have never smelt before. Mum is always cooking unknown things.

"Sleep well Possum?" My dad asks, sitting at the dining table, coffee mug in one hand and the newspaper in the other.

"As well as was possible, considering there was a group of ants under my bed." I replied, smiling at him as I walked over to investigate the thing sizzling away in the frying pan.

"Ah, blasted things, too noisy, I say. Should learn how to be quieter." He says, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Yes, kept me up most of the night. Should have the place looked at, I don't want to be awake another night." I suggest.

"I'll see what I can do my darling. Charlie is upstairs in the library, by the way." My father says, closing the newspaper and placing it on the dining table.

"I know." I simply state.

"Ah Lol, I see you have woken from your slumber. Would you like some frog? I can make some toast too, if you like." My mother says, striding into the kitchen.

"Um, well, actually mum, I think I'll stick to Nutella and weet-bix." I tell her, trying not to gag at the fact that she was cooking a frog inside our house.

"Oh well then, maybe tomorrow." She says cheerfully, taking the egg flip and flipping the lump of meat onto the other side.

I turn around and walk into the cupboard to find the Nutella and weet-bix. I pull out the container and box and place them on the bench and then pry open the cutlery drawer and take a spoon and a knife, then grab a bowl from the over-head cabinets.

I open the weet-bix box and take out two and place them into my bowl, then I twist off the Nutella lid and dip the knife in, to get a decent amount and then spread the chocolatey goop over each weet-bix then pour milk ontop.

"Lol, are you ever going to stop eating that and try some real food?" My mother asks me as I take the first spoonful of my breakfast.

"What do you mean mum? You can't call a frog 'real food' if it is meant to be outside hopping around. It's disgusting I say." I reply, not understanding how she can actually eat such a disgusting substance.

"Frog meat is full of protein, if you must know Lolita Marie. And I am trying to go on a diet, so maybe you should think of something other than Nutella-bix for a change!" She says, obviously in quite a huff after I have just insulted her for eating frog.

"I am not changing my breakfast mum, it is what I enjoy, so I will continue to eat it." I state, taking my bowl and marching back up the stairs and taking a left turn down the hall, leading to the library where my sister sat.