Fallen // h.s.

Fifteen

I was going to kill Harry.

I couldn't believe this. Did he really do this? If he did, why did he do it? With what time? I swear to God I'm going to have to kill him one of these days.

This was just too much, but that's when I knew I was developing strange and maybe unwanted feeling for Harry.

"Mom?" I shouted surprised as I ran towards her open arms.

"Hey sweetheart." Her sweet voice, which I had missed so much, ran through my ears holding me in her arms.

"Gosh I missed you so much." I said hugging her closely a few more minutes before letting go.

"What are you doing here?" I asked smiling. I swear to God, nothing would be able to take this smile from my face, it was literally glued.

"I got a call from your father's company. The guy on the phone, he said he needed me here in New York immediately all tickets paid." She explained.

"He?"

"Oh yeah. This guy Harold I think his name is."

"Harold? I've been working for Concrete for about three weeks now and I have never met or heard of someone called Harold." I said confused before being interrupted by a door knocking.

I walked towards it opening to find a smiling Harry outside.

"So, did you like your surprise?" He asked smiling referring to the women I called mom that stood right behind me.

"Wait, you're Harold?" I asked putting the pieces together.

"The one and only." He smirked as I let him in. I guess Harry is just a nickname. Now that I think about it, I never really knew his last name either. He never mentioned it.

"So there's no emergency concerning the company?" My mother asked still confused. I don't blame her though, I barely understood myself what was happening.

"No Mrs. Montclaire. It was just all so I could get you here and surprise your lovely daughter."

"So if the company was not involved then what happens to the plane tickets?" My mom asked.

"Like I said on the phone Mrs. Montclaire everything was already paid."

Wait, did Harry pay my mom's plane tickets? Why would he spend so much money on this? My mom could have easily bought one herself. How the hell did he even buy a place ticket and got my mom here in seven hours?

"Oh, so you must then be my daughter's boyfriend. What a lovely surprise you gave her dear, you really seem to care about her."

"Mom he's not m-"

"Mrs. Montclaire, I'm sorry to correct you but I'm not your daughter's boyfriend. Though you stand correct on everything else you said. I do care about her, a lot. Maybe I'll consider the boyfriend option now that you mention it." Harry answered jokingly. I mean he was joking right? Right?

"Well I'm glad she has someone like you in her life. I'm Rose Montclaire though you should really just call me Rose. Mrs. Montclaire just makes me feel so old." She said chuckling at the boy with amazingly green eyes I couldn't stop thinking about.

"It's really nice to meet you too Mrs. Mont-I mean Rose. I'm Harry, Harry Styles." He said smiling back at my mom though her smile seemed to fade as those words left his mouth.

Styles? Where had I heard that name before? I turned to my mom who was probably thinking the same thing, though she seemed to realize exactly who he was because she had a surprised look in her face.