My Tourmaline

Chapter Thirteen

Less than a week. LESS THAN A WEEK, and I'm on my way to meet his friggin mother. Someone please explain to me what the hell is going on, I'm nervous as hell.

We pulled up outside a little cottage which felt like the middle of no where. Wooden gates at the front of the house prevented us from getting in, so Harry made me get out and buzz the numbers in the dial. Once I hopped into the car, shutting the door behind me, the gates began to slowly spring open, revealing a little drive way and the remainder of the cottage which you could see from in front of the gates. It was a light brown, bricked cottage, with numerous flowers amongst the front garden, vines growing a little on the side on the house, and a little pond with a fountain containing what looked like about four or five little fish. It was an adorable, magical place, something my mum would have loved. Harry opened the car door, his hand reached out for me to take, as he helped me down. I decided to wear my long black maxi dress, with the sequinned neck. It was comfortable and was pretty classy for meeting Harry's mum, I thought.

"You okay?" Harry looked at me, as he put his hands round my waist.

"I'm nervous, Harry." I swallowed.

Harry leant down, and kissed the end of my nose.

"It'll be fine, just be yourself. She will love you, I already know it." He replied, taking my hand and squeezing it as we approached the front door.

Before Harry even had the chance to ring the doorbell, or knock the door, the door sprang open revealing a little girl, around the age of six. She has curly blonde hair and big round blue eyes which sparkled in the entrance.

"HARRY!!"

She jumped up at Harry as he caught her, letting go of my hands and lifting the girl in the air, pulling her in so her legs wrapped around his body.

"Hello Princess!" He smiled, kissing her forhead, and putting her down gently back inside.

"Move out the way then sweetie, Harry needs to come in!"

Who was that girl? Please don't tell me that's his daughter.., oh god what am I doing.

"My niece." He whispered, as if he had read my thoughts. PHEW. Wait... Niece?! I didn't know he had a niece?!

"You have a niece?" I frowned.

"I'll explain later, lets go in"

He pulled my hand, leading me into the cottage as I shut the door behind me.

The little corridor withheld pictures everywhere. Some scribble hand drawn ones, obviously done by the younger family members, painted professional pictures of Paris, New York, and even the cottage itself. Many family portraits were held amongst the hallway, some I noticed were of Harry. I started gawping at my surroundings, as Harry pulled me along faster so I stumbled, taking me away from the hallway and leading me through the kitchen.

"Is that apple pie I can smell?" Harry sniffed, talking loud enough for his mum to realise we had arrived.

"Oh you're here!!" She shouted, jumping up from her seat on the outside decking and into the kitchen.

"What have I told you about locking the door mum? Lott opened the door to me AGAIN."

Harry was stern, walking towards his mum and gripping her tightly in a welcome hug. Harry's mum was younger than I expected. She looked very glamorous for her age, mid length, dark brown hair which fell in front of her. She has the most beautiful green eyes; obviously where Harry got it from, and a lovely slim build revealed in a flowery summer dress.

"I know I know! I will." She laughed, pulling Harry away and moving him to the side.

"You must be Lil! I'm Anne." She smiled, walking towards me and embracing me in a hug.