As I walk into my house, I spot my stepfather, Jonah, and my mother, Veronica, eating my mother’s ‘famous’ lasagna. I can’t help the silly grin on my face when I recall my amazing night with my boyfriend Harry; I like the sound of that word, boyfriend.
“What’s with the smile?” Jonah asks me.
“I just had a nice time that’s all.” I reply.
“Well I think that is great Harry is a nice boy; make sure he treats you well.” My mother tells me.
“And if he doesn’t treat you well…” Jonah says but I cut him off.
“He is a gentlemen and he won’t be a problem, ever.” I say sternly making a point to my horrid stepfather.
“Honey, we’ll talk later.” My mother tells me giving me a synthetic look acknowledging my hatred and the tension in the air for her ‘pumpkin’.
“I’m going to go get ready for bed.” I say and run up the stairs before I could get a reaction from either of them.
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
I feel my phone go off in my back pocket. A text message:
Harry:
Hey, girlfriend.
I smile at Harry's text and reply:
Hey boyfriend.
Seconds later he replyed:
U ok?
How does he figure me out?
yeah, just family stuff.
After a few minutes, he doesn't respond so I start to get up to brush my teeth, but then I here knocking at my bedroom window. I turn to see a smiling Harry. I opened my window and helped him climb into my room.
"What are you doing here?" I ask.
"I came to see you, now tell me what's wrong." He insists.
"Its a long story."
"I've got time don't I?"
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Last First Kiss *HarryStyles*
FanfictionWhat if you could have the boy of your dreams, and everything you've ever wanted, to call yours?
