The Spanish Tutor {HS. AU}

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⚜Capítulo Dos⚜
[Amelia's POV]

"Hola mama, ¿Cuando vendrás a casa?" (Hey mom, when are you coming home?) I asked, with the phone pressed to my ear as I sautéed the peppers and chicken. I inhaled the heavenly scent, smiling proudly at my almost ready fajitas.

"I'll be home in an hour, hija" (daughter) She replied, the phone started breaking up. I pulled the phone rapidly out of my hearing range, my right ear ringing from the static. "Sorry about that Cattleya, I hope you get something to eat in the mean time. I have to go now, cariño" (dear). She hung up before I could reply and I frowned, confused as to why she hung up so quickly.

I shrugged it off and placed the phone down on the counter, a smile gracing my lips at the yummy contents in front of me. The pan looked beautiful, with bright colours of red, green, yellow bell peppers and chicken stripes sautéed into goodness. I grabbed the plate with finished tortillas sitting there patiently.

Placing the fajita into the tortilla, I wrapped it tightly and repeated my actions a few times. Taking up one of the snuggled chicken stripes, I bit into it and closed my eyes. I missed eating this, I was in heaven. My taste buds hummed at the yummy spicy goodness. I sighed in content when I continued munching on my food.

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I finished my food, my stomach swollen from it. I made sure that I left at least two for mom, when she gets home. My phone vibrated, indicating that I've received a text message. I looked at the unknown number, staring at it for the longest time. Seconds go by and I was still staring blatantly. Who could this be, texting me at eleven in the night? I thought to myself, my finger hovering over the text message.

My heart began to stammer, as I saw the text message and who it was from.

From: +1 345 754 411

"Hey this is the one and only Harry. (; I'll be coming over tomorrow after school. Be ready, love. x"

I rolled my eyes, fighting a smile that was trying to break free. Should I reply? Or just leave it on read? I asked myself, cocking my head to the side. I saved his number, naming him "Harry🙄" in my contact list. I started typing a reply absentmindedly, a neutral face present.

Harry🙄

Okay, Mr.Cocky.

I smiled maliciously at my message, and sent it to him. My fingers shaking in anticipation. He read it immediately, the bubbles in the left hand corner bobbed up and down signalling  that he's typing.

My phone vibrated, stating that he replied to me. I opened the message and scoffed.

Harry🙄

Okay baby😉

I ignored his message and pulled the comforter over me, the big cotton blanket cocooning  me from the outside world. I turned off my lamp and snuggled into the bed, a content smile gracing my lips.

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I was startled out of my sleep, when I heard a noise down stairs. I peeled my blanket off slowly, rubbing my tired eyes lazily.