Stalker ( L.S. ) [ON HOLD]

Calvin Klein

{5 days later, Friday -3:47 pm- }

"Um... Harry, dear?" My mum said casually.

"Yes, mum? Do you need something?" I replied without looking up to see her concerned face.

"I would just like to run something by you dear, if that's alright with you?" Mum questioned nervously.

"I'm all ears, mum." I say, still not looking up from my laptop while typing up my English essay.

"Well... I've been seeing someone recently. Since the divorce with your father was made final last month-" I cut her off.

"He is not my father." I snap, "Biologically, yes. Emotionally, mentally, and physically, no. He never was a true father to me. Not then, not now, and not ever. Coming home drunk all the time just to beat the shit out of Gemma and I. That is not a father. That is an abusive piece of shit."

"I know, love. But besides that, I've been seeing this man for a good month now and he has a daughter about your age, 15 I believe... I've invited them over for dinner tonight, around 6pm in formal attire. I thought it'd be nice for you lot to get acquainted..." Mum sighs, looking nervous.

"That's fine mum. I can do that." I answer her and she sighs with relief.

"Oh thank you love. This means so much to me." She leans down and kisses my forehead.

"Love you too mum." I say and smile at her. She nods and leaves my room shutting the door behind her just as I finish typing my English essay.

{1 hour later, Friday -4:47 pm-}

I step out of the shower, little water droplets running down my bare body and steam spilling out of the room. I dry off and towel dry my hair. I blow dry my hair and make it into a nice quiff. I pull on my Calvin Klein boxers and shave my face. 

I walk into my room pulling on my tight, black skinny jeans and black socks. I put on my black boots. I button up my see-through black button up (leaving the top two buttons unbuttoned) and a black blazer to put on over it. To add a little more style to my outfit, I add a black and white checkered scarf.

I walk over to my full length mirror and check myself out. 'Damn I look good. I should dress like this more often.' I think to myself (a/n: what a wonderful world!!! --- lol sorry I had to.)