Feelings

Chapter One; Harry

Chapter One; Harry

"Mere?!" Mom calls.

"Yeah?" I stick my head out the door of my room, pausing the music.

"Chris is here!"

"Did you let him in?!"

"No, I'm making dinner."

I sigh, jogging down the stairs to open the front door.

I am met by Chris, who is in his usual khakis, and button down.

"Hey Meredith." He smiles. He knows it annoys me when he calls me by my full name.

"Hi Christopher." He comes inside, carefully taking his shoes off.

"Hello!" Mom walks in. Chris is her idea. She thinks I needed a boyfriend. Chris's mom works with mine, and he's totally stuck up.

I sigh. Im not particularly fond of Chris.

"Hi, Mrs. Claire." He says politely.

"Come on in, I just finished dinner."

Chris and I have been on three dates already, and this time my mom insisted on having dinner with us at our house.

"Aren't your siblings here?" He asks me.

"No, they're both staying at friends." I say shortly, sitting down.

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Dinner was painful, and at the end of the night I'm not sorry to see Chris leave.

"You could have been a little nicer to Chris." Mom says as we clean the kitchen.

"He's boring." I mutter.

"He is very kind and polite."

"Sure." I put the last plate in the dishwasher, going back to my room to call my friend.

"Hey!" She chirps.

"Hey Fiz." I sigh.

"What's wrong?" She asks, a door closing on her end.

"Christopher just left." I mock.

"I'm sorry." She winces. "You wanna come over?"

"I can't, Hannah and Austin aren't home, I don't wanna leave mom alone."

"Ok. Well, I'll see you later then?"

"Yeah, we can go shopping tomorrow?" I suggest

"Sure. Bye!"

I say goodbye, hanging up. Suddenly a loud crash from downstairs makes me jump. "Mom?" There's silence. I sigh, getting up and heading back downstairs. "Mom?

"Meredith?!" She breaths. I find her standing in the kitchen, a plate shattered at her feet.

"What happened?" I bend down to pick up the broken glass.

"No!"

"What?" I straighten back up.

"Someone's outside." She whispers.

"What? Who?"

"I don't know."

"Were they out back?" I frown.

She nods.

I peer out the window into the dark, seemingly empty yard.

"I think we should go to bed." I say finally.

Mom nods, "Ok."

I stop her from bending down to sweep up the plate. "I've got it."

"Thanks." She hurries upstairs.