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Chapter 7 : Mom meet Harry

Harry's POV :)

        "C'mon Harry. Wake up."

        My eyes opened up and I saw Lexi looking at me. I sat up and I felt like a piece of shit.

        "What happened?"

        "You went to the bar and got drunk. I found you in the middle of the street. I almost hit you with my car."

        "I'm surprised you didn't hit me with your car," I laughed. "After everything I did to you today, I would have."

        "Well, I'm not a vigilante Harry."

        "Yeah you are Lexi, deep down inside you there is a little rebel screaming to get out."

        "So where are we?" I asked as I unlocked my door and got out.

        "We are at my house," Lexi replied. 

        "You have a really nice house," I said. She had a simple 2-story house made out of bricks. I like the simple things in life.

        "Thanks," she said. "So, do you wanna come inside? I'm warning you that my mom is in here, and she is crazy," she laughed. She has a really nice laugh.

        "Sure."

Lexi's POV

        "Hey mom," I yelled as I walked through the front door.

        "Hey honey!" she yelled. My mom walked downstairs and she completely froze when she saw Harry behind me. "Now who is this?" she asked.

        "This is Harry. He's new at school. We are in the same grade." Harry stepped in front of me and walked towards my mother.

        "Hello. I'm Harry. Harry Styles," he said as he shook my mothers hand. It sounded like he said his name was Harreh because of his accent.

        "Hi Harry. My name is Ms. Fuentes. But you can call me Marissa."

        "Nice to meet you."

        "Would you like some dinner Harry?" my mother asked.

        "That would be very nice Ms. Fuentes." 

        Wow! Harry is actually being very respectful towards my mom. I have only known him for one day and he just keeps on surprising me.

        "Hey Lex, while I'm fixing dinner you should take Harry upstairs to your brother's room and give him another pair of clothes.

        "Okay mom."

        Harry and I walked up the stairs together. 

        "Your mother is a very nice woman," Harry said.

        "Thanks. She's pretty cool...when she wants to be," I laughed.

        "Well isn't that what every mom is like?" he laughed.

        "I guess so." I opened up my brother's door, and went inside of his closet. 

        "Does it matter what I pick out?"

        "No, not really," he replied. "Are you sure that your brother won't mind me borrowing his clothes?"

        "No, he will be fine. He is in the service anyway, so he doesn't come here that much."

        I turned around and handed a t-shirt and jeans to Harry. But, when I turned around he didn't have a shirt on. I couldn't help but look. He had the perfect body. He had so many tattoos, but I liked them. Was I staring? Was I drooling yet?

        "Well, hey I'll be downstairs if you need anything."

        "Okay, thanks."

        "No problem Harry."

        I walked back downstairs and my mom smiled at me as I walked towards her.

        "What?" I asked.

        "What do you mean what? I saw you looking at him Lex. You like him don't you?"

        "No mom, I don't like him. I just met him today. We are not even friends. I just helped him out."

        "Mhm, mhm. Whatever you say missy." Her question kept on playing over and over in my head.

        Do I like Harry?