Coming home the same feeling of being misplaced and sad came back. I couldn't quite explain it, but it was as if I no longer belonged here, and that I was no longer wanted here. It was an odd feeling but really when you took the time to think about it, it made a lot of sense. It had all changed after my father's rage on me and my fight with Maggie. The atmosphere of the house no longer seemed warm and welcoming and I began to realise that it probably never had been. However, I could still feel the change in mood that seemed to be lying in thick air hovering over the place. I was constantly on my toes, and the minute I entered the front door a deep sigh would escape my lips anticipating what was yet to come. Fortunately for me, that day was different and though it had started with shivers running down my spine awaiting my father's presence, he was luckily nowhere in sight and neither was Maggie.
Mum and Mia were sitting in the kitchen, and I gave them both a smile. "How was school?" Mum asked.
"Good. Where's Maggie- Father?" I asked not liking how the last word ran over my tongue.
"Work and Maggie's at a friends'," mum said retuning my smile. I knew it was wrong of me yet I felt happy knowing they weren't close by.
"Would you like something to drink love? Coffee? Tea?" Mia asked.
"Coffee, please," I said walking over to them and gave mum a cuddle. I wasn't sure what came over me, but for some reason I needed it to reassure me that what I was doing wasn't wrong even if she knew nothing about it. I just wanted a cuddle from her reminding me that everything was okay even if it wasn't. "I love you, mum," I said, and she kissed my cheek pulling me closer.
"I love you, too, baby," she said and even though we both knew I wasn't her baby any longer name still warmed my heart. She gave me a look. "I have to go to work in half an hour. You alright?" She asked, and I nodded even though I wanted to tell her no. I wanted to tell her that I needed her to stay, but the minute long embrace we had just shared was still better than nothing, and I couldn't just ask of her to stay home even if I wanted her to. "Okay. Well I need to get ready," she placed another kiss on my temple and let go of me before heading upstairs.
Mia handed me a mug of the steaming hot drink, and I squeezed her hand. "Thank you."
"Anytime, love," Mia smiled and headed upstairs as well most likely needing to do the sheets.
A deep sigh escaped my lips, and I chuckled to myself feeling calm, yet wondering why my life was so complicated. I was happy, I truly was, and I knew I owed that happiness to a green-eyed boy who had already captured my heart. Yet at the same time, I wasn't. I knew my relationship with my father was only going one way, and it definitely wasn't the one I would have preferred.
I sat down on a bar stool and took a sip of my coffee looking through my phone. Sophia and Niall had both sent me friend requests on Facebook, and I laughed remembering what Harry had said about Niall. Was it true he fancied me? Either way it was a nice feeling knowing they had sent me friend requests as it didn't happen very often. I smiled at the thought of what had happened the other night even though I had been drunk and couldn't remember all of it. And I smiled at the thought of the morning after and accepted both friend requests. I could still feel Harry's tongue on me, and my hips unintentionally twitched at the thought. I felt myself getting wet in between my legs again, and my heartbeat started to beat faster even though Harry was nowhere in sight.
You have no idea what you're doing to me. I texted him drinking my coffee.
What? ;)
I laughed at the emoji he had sent me and looked around the kitchen hoping no one was watching me. I took a deep breath wondering why I was even going to tell him this, but it didn't matter. This was perfectly normal, a voice in my head reminded me. This wasn't wrong. This was two young adults in love and there was absolutely nothing wrong about that.
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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