Weird and Sudden

Bambi and Peter Pan

"Where are you going?" Asked Harry, as Gemma made her way towards the front gate. The girl startled, not having noticed that Harry was wide awake.

She smiled at him, as she opened the gate. "Chloe asked me to meet up, girls stuff." She answered walking out. She stopped midstep and turned to look at him in concern. "Are you ok staying home alone?" She asked already walking back, misreading the pout in his face.

He rolled his eyes, although touched by her concern. "Don't worry, I am fine." He reassured her.

Gemma smiled again and blew him a kiss. "Bye younger sibling." She waved jogging off.

Harry watched her leaving and couldn't help feeling slightly disgruntled. It was always like this. Since they started going on holidays to Des' house since he and Harry's mother had split, Gemma had always found it easier than him to make friends. It was something that came natural to her, and she had quickly become very popular in the small Doncaster. Harry, on the other hand, had always spent his holidays complaining, reading comic books, tanning when it was miraculously sunny and doing school work more often than not. Yes, he was that boring. The fact was that Harry was pretty sure there wasn't another boy his age in Doncaster, because he had surely never seen one in his time there. His father insisted that there was a kid that lived in the house next to him that was about Harry's age, but his family was never in Doncaster when Gemma and Harry where over.

Harry didn't realise he had fell asleep until the sound of a horn wake him up. He slowly blinked awake and rubbed his eyes, taking off his sunglasses. He was confused when instead of seeing Des' car he saw a shiny black car parking in the house next to them.

He stared at the huge 8-seats-car as a woman emerged from the drivers' seat. She wasn't very tall and had dark brown hair held in a bun. Harry didn't even realise the woman had stopped and was staring at him. He was too mesmerised by the car. The other front door opened and a girl jumped out of the car. She was young, definitely not older than 17. She had platinum blonde hair and even from that far away, Harry was sure he could see how much make up she was sporting. The answer is a lot.

Harry hadn't realised he had been staring until he caught the woman giving him a pointed and suspicious look. He blushed, and stood up, walking towards the fence between the two gardens and did his best to smile politely.

"Who are you?" asked the woman, he words laced with suspicion. Harry realised how it must look. A half naked stranger laying in their neighbour's garden. Sounds like the plot for a porno.

Harry smile again. "Hi, I am Harry. Harry Styles. I am Des' son." He explained, hoping to sound convincing. He wasn't even lying, but the judging look in the woman's face kinda scared him.

The woman visibly relaxed, and even smiled. "Oh. For a second here, I though you were some kind of delinquent. All those tattoos." She explained, and wow, way to blow the fierce , cool mother image that Harry had of her until a few seconds ago.

"Mum, that's quite hypocrital since Louis has the most stupid tattoos on his arms." Said a tall dark haired girl, jumping out of the car. She smiled at Harry, batting her eyelashes. "Hi Harry, I am Fizzie. And this is my mom, Jay."

The older woman smiled at him. "Don't worry, Harry, I was just joking. Where is your dad?" she asked, as two more girls stepped out of the car. How many kids does this woman have? Harry found himself wondering.

Then he turned back to look at Jay. "He left earlier with his girlfriend." He answered, trying really hard not to grimace at the thought of the woman.

It's not like Harry and the woman had any bad blood between them. It was simply that Harry for principle disliked anyone who dated Des. Except his own mom, of course.