Meeting The Lads

Chapter 19

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"You still never said sorry." I raise my eyebrows and look at him.

"I believe I did." He assures.

"Sorry, if I didn't." He says. I look at him as I sit in his car. The leather lets my bottom sink in lightly and the seat is incredibly soft.

"I never thought you would say yes to this." He says.

"Me neither." I say looking into the window. Asking myself questions like

'Why am I even here right now?'

'He doesn't deserve me.' Won't help, because I've already agreed to this.

"You could talk." I see him from the corner of my eyes staring at me but quickly turning his eyes to the road.

"I can't, I have no clue what to say to you right now. I'm in debate with myself, and I shouldn't be Harry." I spit.

"You can though, and you shouldn't be in debate right now." He says. I roll my eyes and answer him.

"What do you even mean? Just. Lets not do this right now, please." I say, knowing I did start it.

"You're the one who started it..." We drift off into a different conversation and he tells me all about his family and his life, I do the same and we laugh at different stories we tell each other. This might not be so bad after all, I hope I didn't regret this.

"We've been driving pretty long ya know?" I say/ ask him.

"Yeah I know. I'm waiting for our stop." He says.

"Oh and what place is that?" I ask.

"Nothing special, it's my moms house. She wanted to have dinner with you... Well... us.She wants to meet you." He implies. When did he plan this?

"Harry!? Your moms house? Why wouldn't you tell me?! I should've gotten ready, ugh. Now I'm looking like trash walking into your mothers house."I sigh. Harry doesn't seem to care at all but still replies.

"You look beautiful." He says. My heart sparks. But, I'm so angry that Harry had this planned so last minute. I should make him turn the car around now. This is ridiculous. We pull up to a big White home with two garages and a big garden in the front that looked like it took a lot of time, it was beautiful. Harry and I make our way out I the car and towards the stone trail leading to the house.

"Wait!" I tell Harry before he knocks on the door. I just remembered I had makeup in my purse. I cover my face with a mask of eyeliner, coverup, and mascara with a touch of blush.

"You don't need that coloring shit." Harry says knocking on the door.

"Yes I do, and it's not shit Harold." I imply.

A lady about around forty years old opens the door, it's Harry's mother. She has pin straight brown hair and a towel over her well put together blue blouse. Harry hugs his mom tight, probably hasn't seen him in a while. The fact that Harry loves his mom so much, warms my heart. I just realized that Harry's mother, probably thinks we're dating. This is great.

"You must be Skylar! You're so much more beautiful than I imagined!" I take that as a compliment, not knowing what to say.

"Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you." I say politely.

Harry and I make our way to the living room, he stays there to watch television and I go with his mother to the kitchen. On the dining room table sits, meatloaf, mashed potatoes, green beans, and a well tossed salad.

"I didn't go too all out, it was kind of-" Harry's mother starts but gets cut off by Harry.

"Why the hell is he here?!" Harry yells, his face is tomato red, he clenches his fists and repeats the question. As confused as I am, I don't say a word.