{a/n. this is my 1st story so sorry if its trash :). also i decided to make the main character black because i hardly find any fanfics with a black main character& i am too so why not lolololol. reminder; harry's hair is still long at the beginning, he'll cut it later on. alright lemme stop rambling and get on with the story}
liza
"uhhhhh again" I whined to my mother about how her boyfriend is coming over for dinner....AGAIN. He might as well move in. never mind that'd be horrible. i mean, i have nothing against him, he's just, hmm, what's the word , ANNOYING.
"Don't be like that Liza. Plus he's bringing his son over tonight. Go get ready they'll be here any minute kid" she said impatiently.
"HE HAS A SON. WHY WASN'T I INFORMED OF THIS ???" I practically yell.
"ITS NOT REALLY THAT IMPORTANT" my mom mocked me.
"YES IT IS. That's another person to deal with. ugh i hate you" i yell while walking up the stairs to my room.
"Love you too" she yelled. My mom and I are so close i can tell her about anything really. she's like the sister i never had.
Once i got upstairs, i opened my closet to look for something to wear. It was between light wash high wash jeans & a flowy black crop top or a cute little black dress {a/n 😉} . I decided to go with the crop top and jeans since i forgot to shave my legs this morning. Oops.
While changing , i heard the front door open and Greg, my moms boyfriend, yell obnoxiously in his British accent "Hey Jane". They continued to greet eachother but i stopped listening after i heard them kiss. UM EW.
I decided to apply a little make up just because. i never wear makeup but when i do its usually really natural.
As I walked down the stairs, there was chatting coming from the kitchen. I made my way over to see Greg helping my mom with the plates. I also saw a boy's back facing me, his long curls touching his shoulders. He was concentrated on his phone scrolling through instagram, not giving a fuck about his father and my mother conversating.
I cleared my throat awkwardly to get there attention. Nothing. I cleared my throat again, but louder. Greg and Mom turned to me, but not the mysterious dude sitting at the dining table.
"Hey Liza. Nice to see you again." Greg said politely. I replied with a simply "hello" before moving my eyes to the boy and then back to Greg. "Oh. Harry" Greg said. Nothing. "HARRY" Greg yelled. "WHAT." the boy who's name was harry apparently replied rudely, still looking at his phone, now on snapchat.
"This is Liza, Jane's daughter"Greg says sternly. The boy looks up at me with his beautiful green eyes staring into mine. WOAH HES HOT. WAIT LIZA THIS IS YOUR SOON TO BE STEP BRO. CHILL OUT.
He stood up. Damn, he's tall. He was wearing a pink pooka dotted button up. The first three buttons were unbuttoned, exposing, i think they're birds, tatted on his chest......but who's complaining. He was also wearing black skinny jeans and some nice ass boots.
"Sup" he said. "Harry that's a little rude, don't ya think ? shake her hand" his father scowled. He through his hand out lazily and i shoke it.we locked eyes and i lost all track of time. He cleared his throat grabbing my attention. i looked down and i was still grasping his hand, super tightly. "You can let go now" he said quite rudely. "fuck sorry oh my god im so sorry" i stuttered. I ran upstairs and hid in my closet. Oh my god. i've just embarrassed myself big time.
