One of these Days

Reuniting

"Hi, Honey." I stared at me mother for a whole three minutes, mentally preparing myself for every posibility.

"Hi.." I trailed off awkwardly. It never occured to me how awkward it would be seeing my mother again after almost a year of zero communication. Instead of trying to start a conversation, I turned the radio on and listened to whatever song came on. I didn't bother to pay attention to anything else other than the road and the cars around me. 

"Can we talk?" Mother yelled over the radio. I sighed and turned the music off waiting for the inevitable conversation. I wasn't sure how it would go, there was an endless list of possibilities. It was times like these that I wished Harry was here. He always new what to say and how to act. I, on the other hand, tried my best but always managed to fail.

"Sure," I breathed out. I didn't want to talk, I wanted to process the fact that my mother was here.

"I know I apologized already, and I know I've told you everything; I just want you to know I really mean it.  Everything. I fucked up, I really did. I made mistakes, I married the wrong man, I didn't worry about my daughter, I hid from my problems, I didn't take care of the only person that mattered. I know it'll take you a long time to forgive me for everything I've put you through all those years, but I can't go back and change it. I can't un do what's already done. I can't not have married Steve. And I'm sorry for that." She took a breath, allowing me to process everything she's said.

"I just don't understand how you continuously let him hurt me. You were never home, you knew what was happening, but you still didn't do anything," I whispered, my eyes still on the road. We were only a few minutes away from my flat and I was determined to get there without crying.

"I know, Baby. I am so sorry." I could hear the tears in her voice, but I refused to look at her. If I saw her, I knew I would break down in tears. 

"Well, we are here. You can leave your bags in the car and I'll take you to your hotel later," I said in one breath before rushing out the car and inside. I left the door open for my mother and went into my room, taking a few deep breaths. I could feel the lump in the back of my throat slowly disipitate. When I was finally composed, I walked into the living room and saw my mother sitting on the couch looking around. "Sorry."

"It's fine." She took another glance around the room before turning back towards me. "Where is Mr. Popstar, and when do I get to meet him?" I had to giggle at her new nickname for Harry, definitely something different. 

"He's in some country, I'm not quite sure. I can Skype him?" I offered. I did want Harry to talk to my mother, maybe break some ice on the situation.

"No, no. It's not necessary. I was just curious. But sooner or later I would like to meet the man that makes my daughter so happy." She hummed. I could feel my cheeks change to a deep red color and a smile spread across my lips. 

"I think I'll Skype him. He should meet you," I grinned. Neither of us have had the opportunity to meet each others parents. This would be the perfect opportunity. I ran into my room and grabbed my Macbook, turned it on and started Skype. "Alright, be quiet at first." I tell my mom with a mishevious grin. She nodded her head and stifled a laugh. Everything from before forgotten, all the mistakes made forgiven. 

"Hey, Baby!" Harry yelled into the camera.

"Hi, Harry," I grinned. Seeing him on the computer made me overwhelmed with emotions. I wanted to cry, scream, laugh all at the same time.

"What's wrong?" He asked. I could see the worry written over his face. I wanted to laugh at him for thinking that there was something wrong when he was about to be the one thrown into a situation with my mother.