Precious // h.s

twenty seven

unedited again

Evelyn~

The clingy ex girlfriend?

"I don't care who you like more, mum. The only thing that matters is that I love her." He snaps.

I smile at his anger towards her words. I walk back into the room like I heard nothing at all and I would've thought my man, Des, would back me up, but he didn't. I don't touch my food for the rest of the dinner because my appetite had vanished.

Since they're staying here, that means Harry and I can't have sex. Well, we still could because soundproof walls, but I wouldn't feel comfortable with his parents sleeping a floor under us.

Harry places his hand on my thigh, causing me to jump a little. He looks at me with soft eyes, obviously because of what Anne said about me. Maybe he hopes I don't hear those things.

I wish Harry would have met my mum that one night. She would have loved him as much as my dad did. I gather up their empty plates and my dish and go into the kitchen. I scrape my food from the plate and into the bin.

I wash the dishes quickly and I'm going to do anything in my power to get Anne to like me. I'm going to impress her and exceed her expectations and change her opinion and impression of me.

Two large hand are placed on my shoulders, squeezing them and I instantly know that it's Harry. He squeezes my shoulders once again.

"Why are you so tense?" He walks me over to the stool, taking a seat and pulling me onto his lap. "Tell daddy what's up."

My eyes widen and I look around, hoping none of his parents heard what he just said. I think they went back upstairs, probably to talk about me or something.

"I heard." I say, quietly, looking down at my knotted fingers.

Harry covers both of my hands with one of his, "heard what?"

"Don't play stupid, Harry. I heard what your mum said about me."

Harry sighs, "whatever you heard, don't acknowledge it. She can't tell me who to date."

"She said she like your ex better. Maybe I actually am not good enough for you because you're you and I'm me. Incompatible and everyone knows it." I say, continuing to sit on his lap.

"My dad likes you much better than Auburn because you're not obsessive." Harry puts his hand on my thigh; I blush at the display of affection.

"I love you, so much." I kiss his cheek, making him smile.

"And I love you. My beautiful and funny girlfriend." Harry playfully scrunched up his nose. "Let's shower and then go to sleep."

***

I wake up and Harry is nuzzling my neck. I roll off of the bed, hopefully I'm the first one to wake up. I brush my teeth and get ready as normal, but I try to look more decent than most mornings because of Anne. I need her to like me more than Harry's ex.

I open Harry's door room and immediately smell breakfast filling up the house. Okay, someone's awake before I am. I quietly shut his door and I'm surprised he didn't wake up when I got out of his arms.

I walk downstairs and Des is making all of Harry's favourite breakfast foods. He noticed me and greets me with a smile.

"Hey, I didn't know you were still here." Des says. "I'm glad I made extra breakfast."

"Yeah, I kind of live with Harry." I whistle through my teeth.

Three months I've known him and I'm living with him. Crazy right? I take a seat and patiently wait for Harry to get up sometime soon. Maybe he won't wake up unless I wake him up like an alarm clock.

I tell Des I'll be right back because I'm going to wake Harry. I return back upstairs, passing Anne on the way up. I reenter Harry's room and he's splayed out on the bed.

I crawl on the bed, kissing all over his face. His forehead, his temples, his cheeks, his nose, his chin and his lips. He's eyes slowly open and he smiles at my greeting to him.

He hums, wrapping his arms around me, "I definitely liked it better when you woke me up by giving me a hand job."

"Get up." I pout. "Your dad made us breakfast." I shake him.

"I'm getting up." He groans, rubbing his eyes and then his happy trail.

Day one of not having sex with Harry and his parents being here. I wait on the bed as Harry finishes showering and dressing up. It doesn't take him long to do his hair, but it takes him a damn, unreasonable time to shower.

The drought in London is bad enough, but he can afford to waste water. He comes out of the bathroom with just a towel loosely hanging from his hips and shoots me a wink before going to a drawer to grab a pair of briefs.

I go to the nightstand and grab my phone. I check for any messages and phone calls. There's five from my sister and two texts. Also, one text from Violet. I check Violets first.

[violet] I think I like Louis

What? Should I tell her what he said about exotic and big booty? I ignore the text for now and go to my sisters. She texted me last night.

[erin] mum and dad got into a car accident answer your damn phone!

[erin] EVELYN I SWEAR TO GOD I CAN'T DRIVE TAKE ME TO THE HOSPITAL

My heart crawls up to my throat and I stop breathing. Erin is most likely still at home, freaking out. I need to get home and pick her up and then take her to the hospital. My parents were probably coming back home from date night.

I practically run to the bathroom, where Harry is getting dressed, and knock on the door. So many thoughts are swarming my mind.

"What?" He asks.

"I-I need to go home." I stutter and the door swings open.

"Why?" Harry asks me, worried.

I'm shaking, they can't die, they can't die. They're gonna be okay. I just need to hope for the best. Harry grabs my shoulders.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He shakes me slightly to capture my attention.

"My parents are in the hospital and I need to take my sister with me to go see them." I bite my lip.

"Okay, go. I'll occupy my parents until they go out sight seeing and I'll meet at the hospital, okay? Everything is gonna be fine." Harry kisses my forehead.

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