Love Me Harder (Harry Styles)

Chapter 8: London at Midnight

Recap:

"I guess you'll just have to stick around long enough to find out." With that, the lights dimmed the slightest bit and everybody's attention was drawn toward the catwalk where the very first model began her long-legged strut down the runway.

Not only was the beginnings of my mothers new Spring collection in full bloom , but also the bud of a new found friendship.

Ava's POV:

The fashion show went off without a hitch. I could not even get into words how proud I was of my mother, she never fails to amaze me with her talent as well as all of the hard work she continuously puts into to her job. She is most definitely my role model. From a very young age, my mother has always been a very ambitious and determined woman. She started her fashion line by herself when she was eighteen. Eighteen years old, that's absolutely crazy! When I was eighteen, I was still asking my parents for money and she was out trying to achieve her own dream. She built her fashion line from the ground up without anybody's help and look where she is now. She is one of the world's most renowned fashion designers and is living her dream out right alongside my father every single day of her life. She has the most incredible life. Constantly doing what she loves and having the person she loves the most doing it with her. It's an absolute win/win situation for her. I just hope that one day I can be as successful as her.

"Your mum is bloody talented!" Harry stated with a sense of astonishment towards the show. He sat shaking his head in disbelief while we, Harry, Alex, and I, waited for the other guests to clear out of the venue.

"Isn't she man? She's the absolute best! You have to try her cooking sometime too man, it's amazing. " I was glad that the two boys were getting on quite well, laughing and snickering at quiet remarks each of them made. Boys will be boys right?

I kinda wished that Harry and I talked a little more during the show, but I just figured he was genuinely , very interested in the show. I was aimlessly scrolling through my Twitter feed while the boys exchanged numbers. I was mentally hitting Alex repeatedly on the head with a very heavy pan when he got Harry's number, while I sat in my seat WITHOUT his number.

"So, Ava, what are your plans for the rest of the night?" Harry questioned, dragging me from my obnoxious and lousy Twitter feed, gaining my attention.

"I, uh, I think my mom needs me to hel-..." I got stopped when my the clicking of my mothers heels came up from behind us.

"Help? I need your help with what?" My mom slyly questioned.

"Um you know like cleaning up and stuf..." Could this get anymore awkward. Cue me scratching the back of my neck, awkwardly.

"Oh honey, go out and have fun with the poor boy." Mom turned her attention away from me and looked toward Harry. "Sorry dear, I didn't seem to catch your name."

"No problem. Sorry, my names Harry. How are you, Mrs. Richards?" He shot out his hand, which my mom graciously took. She was one for chivalry.

"No. No, honey call me Rachel. Mrs. Richards makes me feel old and aged." Harry and Alex laughed at my moms attempt to be funny. I just rolled my eyes.

"You don't look a day over 20 Rachel." Alex spoke up from his slouched position on his chair. My mom always, always has loved Alex. It's only because of the way he compliments her all of the time.

"Oh Alex. You sure know how to make a lady feel good about herself." Ew. Gag. Alex winked at mom. I cleared my throat and hopped up out of my chair.

"Well, if were going." I quickly looked from Harry to Alex. "Then we should really head out now so we don't get stuck in too much traffic." I nodded my head towards the exit hoping that they would get the message that I wanted to leave now. They did. Thank God.