Saying that getting out of the house was nice would be an understatement. It wasn't just nice, it was bloody fantastic. Not only because I didn't have to look at his face. But also because I didn't like being around Maggie as things were between us at the moment.
Luckily mum was understanding and had let me see Jen. However right now, I wasn't at Jen's and I wasn't planning on sleeping at her place but at Harry's. Jen was there though, so technically I hadn't been lying about seeing her.
"Thank you for getting me out of that place," I complained to Harry.
"I'm surprised they even let you get out."
"Mum knows I'm not happy being around my father, and with good reason she said."
"I'm just glad you're here. What I don't understand though is why your mum stays with him. She seems like a much better person than him."
"She is. Or at least she tries to be, which is more than I can say for him. Trust me, I wonder about that too."
"Maybe he's a stud in bed," he chuckled, and I laughed. I seriously doubted that, and I didn't want to picture it either.
"You aren't exaggerating now are you, Haz?" Louis added in clearly not getting the entire conversation.
"I wasn't talking about me you idiot. However, now that you mention it, I'm more than that."
Louis rolled his eyes at him, and I gulped hard not ready to go there yet. However, my insecurities were not getting in the way of me having a good time tonight.
"So where are your mum again?" Louis asked.
"At Gemma's. Should be back some time tomorrow afternoon."
"I was actually looking forward to drinking with your mum. She's fit."
My eyes widened at Louis' words. Yes, Harry's mum was gorgeous even I thought so, but Louis was so much younger than her and had a girlfriend.
"My mum is his Milf."
"What?" I was perplexed. I didn't know what milf meant.
"Mother I like to fuck," Louis added in with a cheeky grin, and my eyes widened.
"Sick fantasy innit?" Harry asked.
I didn't say anything. I stood frozen from a lack of words.
"Louis, get away from her, you are clearly scaring the poor girl," a brunette with long wavy hair said joining in on the conversation. She was pretty or more accurately extremely beautiful, and I wondered who she was.
"Hi, I'm Rosie. Nice to meet you," she said sticking out her hand for me to shake.
I shook her hand. "Ellie."
She gave me a polite smile and looked at Harry. "Glad to finally meet you. Feel like you've been hiding her all to yourself," she said the last part to Harry.
"He likes to be alone with her," Louis added in, and Rosie rolled her eyes, giving Harry a cuddle. I noticed Harry's cheeks had gotten a red tint, and I smiled at him.
"You look beautiful as always, Rose," Harry complimented her, and I wondered if he was just the charmer with all girls.
"Stop hitting on my girlfriend, you idiot," Louis commented making me realise Louis and Rosie were together.
Rosie took Louis' hand, and I watched as they headed over to Jen who was making drinks. Probably not the best idea, but Jen would have to cope with Louis not being single eventually. A guy and a girl entered the front door and walked over to us hand in hand. Clearly they were together or so I assumed. Why else would they be holding hands?
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Mutinous
Teen FictionMutinous: (adjective) refusing to obey the orders of a person in authority. How could a smile, a pair of green eyes and a set of dimples be so intoxicating? If this was wrong I didn't want to know what right was. Warning: Contains mature content