Ali’s POV
I got dressed in my floral print dress that comes down to my mid thigh, brown combat boots, and a brown leather jacket. I grabbed my phone, because my guitar now permanently stayed in the car, and headed down the stairs.
When I got downstairs, I heard crying in the living room. Tip toeing; I went to peek around the corner. Only to see my mom crying with her face in her hands, alone.
“M-mom?” My voice was shaky.
She stopped and looked over at me, “Oh, hey Ali.”
“Umm, are you okay?”
I watched my mother nod quickly, in denial, “Oh yeah, I’m fine. Where ya headed to?”
“Harry’s.”
After that came out of my mouth she began sobbing again. I walk over and sat on the couch by her.
“Mom? What’s wrong?”
“Robert,” she sobbed. “He has been sleeping with other people.”
My mind quickly flashed to the first night I hung out with Harry, Robert was incredibly drunk and he brought home a blonde girl. I completely forgot about it after that night, but I guess I should’ve told my mom.
“Oh,” was all I could reply, guilt washing over me.
She cried for about 10 minutes before I decided to speak up, “So what’s happening with you and him them?”
My mom just shrugged, “I guess the engagement is off, for now. Unless, we can work something out.”
I nodded.
“You can go if you want, hun. Just do me a favor?”
I turned my head, “Yeah, Mom?”
“Call or text me if you see Robert and let me know what’s going on.”
A smile appeared on my face, I felt as if I was on a secret mission to spy on Robert. “Alright.”
She hugged me and I got off the couch and headed to the door.
Once I got into my car and started it I felt a pang of guilt for leaving my mother like this right now. Then my phone buzzed.
Harry: Where are you? (:
I sighed.
Me: On my way now. Just leaving the house.
Harry: It’s been longer than 10 minutes.
Me: Long story, tell you when I get there.
I tossed my phone into the cup holder and backed out of my driveway.
I thought about my mom and Robert’s relationship the whole car ride.
They say they want to be together so badly, so why can’t they be?
I feel like Harry and I could have a more stable and trusted relationship than them. Which is hard to think about.
Yes, I told Harry we could give it a go, but now I felt bad. What if it’s Harry and I’s fault if our parents don’t work out? Could I be that selfish? To have a petty relationship over something that could finally make my mother happy? I could, but I shouldn’t.
I finally arrived at Harry’s house and walked up to the porch. Only to be greeted by a drunken Robert.
“Oh hey, Ali. Harry’s out back.”
I just nodded, at a loss for words. I picked up my guitar case and slung the strap over my shoulder. Making my way towards the backyard I could hear soft music, I just assumed that it was Harry practicing something.
Once I got in sight of the yard I saw Harry sitting on a blanket, not the one we usually sat on. He was holding his guitar and strumming, explaining the noises I heard earlier.
As I neared him I noticed a picnic basket and a bouquet.
“I have arrived,” I giggled as I sat down.
He jumped, I obviously scared him. “Woah, I told my dad to call me when you got here.”
I laughed, “Well, he told me where you were instead. What’s all this for?”
Harry’s face turned bright red and he scratched the back of his head. “I uhh, was gonna ask you on a picnic date. Until my dad screwed ‘em up.”
A smile quickly formed on my face. “Well I would’ve said yes.”
He looked down at the ground before replying, “It’s not too late.”
I could have a bit of fun with this, “Well, you never asked.”
I watched as his cheeks turned darker than they already were.
“Umm, uhh. Ali. Will you, uhh, go out on an, umm, date with me?”
The giggles I was trying to keep in escaped my lips, “Nope. Sorry.”
His face fell, “Oh.”
“I’m just kidding! I would absolutely love to!” I wrapped my arms tight around his neck.
“Oh thank God,” I heard him breathe.
After pulling away, I looked around, curious of what he has. “So what do we have here?” I asked, motioning to the picnic basket.
He nodded, “Oh, right.”
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Hey guys,
I was really hoping that this would be longer, but with school starting again and what not I am just not having the time to write. I don't know when the next update will be. Sorry this takes forever.
What do you all think of Zerrie's engagement? Or Sophiam? We have a crazy fandom.
xx. Alyssa
Have a lovely day. (:
P.S. Dedication to @IsaSecret cos she made a fabulous cover for my 'letters too...' book! It'll basically be just random letters to people I miss, love, or need to tell something. x.
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