Before the Factor

England

A.N

OKAY! So I wrote about three chapters and I accidentally forgot to save them! So I have to write them all over again! So sorry if the updates take so long! Love you all! Thanks for the reads!

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"Mom, Dad?" I say as I take in the scene.

They both stand, as I look around the room and see Simon and my boss sitting close together.

Mom comes over to me and almost a knocks me over with a hug. I stumble backwards and wrap my arms around her, when I let her go dad smiles and kisses me on my forehead.

"What are you guys doing here?" I ask them

"Mia, we-" my mom begins but Simon interrupts her.

"Why don't we all take a seat, yes? We have much to talk about." He says

He's very intimidating for a short man, not that short people aren't great or anything, but he's very short and very scary. Harry squeezes my hand and pulls me to the seat next to him.

"Well, Harry, Mia, you've made quite some plans hmm?" Simon sneaks a look at my parents

"And I don't know if all of us agree, necessarily, with it."

"I don't mind as long as the songs get written." My boss says,

He puts his hands up and gestures like a billboard

"'Head songwriter dates Harry Styles'!Ha! I love it!" He claps once and sits up in excitement.

My father clears his throat,

"Well Harry's a good boy. As far as I know he hasn't changed one bit and I'm alright with it." He looks at me and smiles. I smile back, it's happening. I might go with Harry. It's happening!

My mother is silent, I don't know what could be running through her mind right now, whether it will affect my future with Harry or not. She meets my eyes and gives me the smallest of smiles,

"Do you really want to go, dear? Truly?" She asks me

I nod almost immediately,

"I do. I didn't want to leave the first time, and now I have a chance to go back." I say

"But you'll be so far from us, Mia. I don't know if I'll be able to bear it." Her eyes turn glossy. Ever since the accident she's been very protective of me, always watchful, always careful. It's hard for her to let me go, let alone somewhere so far, it pains her to see me leave home a second time.

"It's up to your parents, Mia. I'm not able to move you or Harry without their consent." Simon points out.

My mothers eyes never leave mine, looking to see if I'm sincere about this. And I am, I know I am. It's a huge step, I know, but I feel like I belong with this curly haired boy that sits next to me. He can protect me, love me, be strong when I cannot.

My father places his hand on my mothers shoulder and squeezes it gently,

"We always knew she would leave us someday, and we always agreed when she had to we'd give her our full support." My mother places her hand on top of his, and tears her eyes alway from me and onto Simon.

"Will she be able to visit us?" She asks him.

Simon nods,

"Absolutely! She just has to agree with some publicity contracts and, of course, there's the matter of her things, job, and where she will live." He says