Oblivion [H.S.]

N i n e

Harry returned home in the morning, after having a long and meaningful conversation with Sophia about everything surrounding their relationship and life. He thought that he would make a "name game" so that she could remember all the names, so he did. It really did help Sophia, as she remembered all the names by then, and Harry loved to see the wide smile on her face as he smiled and said "correct". When he got home he was exhausted because of the lack of sleep he had gotten, and crashed onto his bed straight away, sleeping until midday. He had forgotten to set his alarm, but since it was the weekend, he wasn't doing anything in particular, so he thought that it wouldn't hurt.

A sudden light flashed his eyes and a shadow showed in front of him where he lay. Opening his eyes, narrowing them, he saw a person standing in front of him. A person who was his mother.

"My God, Harry. Do you know what time it is?" She asked and put her hands to her hips, pursing her lips at him.

"Sleepy-time?"

"It's 3 o'clock. Why on earth are you still sleeping? You've always been a morning person. Were you up late?"

Harry groaned with a raspy voice, slurring as he spoke. "I was with.. Sophia."

Claire seemed to soften up as he mentioned Sophia. "You were?"

He sat up, rubbing the sleep off his eyes and looking properly at his mother. "Yeah, uhm. We-she called me, and she wasn't really feeling very well, so she asked for me to come."

"In the middle of the night?"

"More like the early morning. But yeah," he said and smiled, thinking back to the night. "I, uh, I showed her our tree house."

Claire smiled and sat down on Harry's bed, looking sincerely into her son's eyes. "Really? That's, that's great, love. How did she react?"

Harry grinned and ran his fingers through his hair, all of the sudden a bit flustered from thinking about it. It was like he was in love for the first time.

"She was very surprised that we had made that, and she seemed a bit ashtonished," he said and stifled a laugh. "It was funny. She loved it."

Claire was feeling the hope rise in her, but at the same time she was afraid. She was afraid that Harry would get excited and go too fast, maybe scaring Sophia off. She knew that Sophia meant the world to Harry, and if she broke his heart, Claire would have to be there and pick up the broken pieces, and she didn't know if there was any glue in the world that could fix his broken heart.

Harry was starting to feel hungry, and he was happy to see that his mother had made him breakfast, even his favourite; belgian waffles with cream and strawberries on top. He didn't eat it very often, considering it wasn't exactly healthy, but when he did he went all out with sprinkles and different toppings. The idea he had gotten from Louis who ate it for breakfast every morning, made by his chef and served by his butler. How he was so skinny, Harry couldn't figure, and he was forever jealous of Louis' figure. He had always found himself big, even though Louis had told him he envied Harry for his body, and Sophia commended it in every way possible. Of course, Harry saw it as nothing else than an act of kindness.

Nevertheless, he ate his very unhealthy breakfast till his stomach felt awful, and he had to lay down. He smiled through the strong feeling of having to vomit, happy with his breakfast.

"I'm taking off now," Claire said as she grabbed her purse and put her lipstick in it.

"Alright," Harry said and stood up from the couch. "Thanks for the waffles."