My Tutor >> h.s

// four //

*Haley's POV*

'Harry?' I call out loud. No answer. 'Harry?' I call again. I walk through the kitchen which leads me to the living room, only to see Harry staring at a picture with hurt in his eyes.

It was a picture of my mom, back when she was young and beautiful, around the age of twenty five or so. It was when my parents first got married. She had the biggest smile plastered on her face, with her left hand stuck up, a big silver rock placed on her ring finger. She looked genuinely happy and she was staring directly at the camera. I could tell Harry sensed something was wrong when I started tearing up.

"Haley, who is this?" He asks but quickly regrets asking when he notices a single tear runs down my face.

"Nobody. It's nobody." I wipe my tear and walk back to the kitchen fast. I grab my plate of mac and cheese and stand there eating away. I can hear the pad of heavy footsteps as Harry enters the room, giving me a sympathetic look.

He did something I never expected him to do.

He took the plate away from my hands and set it on the counter. He suddenly wrapped me up in a warm embrace. I couldn't help but notice his scent was a mixture between fresh linen and peppermint. It was so intoxicating. I loved every single second of the hug. He pulled away after quite some time and I looked at him questionably.

"What?" He asked, sticking his hands in his pockets.

"Why'd you hug me?" I asked. It came out a little ruder than I expected it to, and I definitely wasn't letting him know I liked it.

He shrugged, opened his mouth and then quickly closed it. He reopened it again and the next words that came out were, "You looked like you needed a hug."

I chuckled a little bit and noticed he had a small smirk on his face, dimples protruding.

"So..." I trailed off. "Are we gonna study, or what?"

He shook his head. "I don't really want to right now. Can we just like watch a movie or talk or something?" He ran his fingers through his hair.

"Yeah, yeah." I walked into my living room and showed him the large collection of movies I owned. I love movies, all genres. Except I'm not really one for chick flicks although I do love a little Titanic and The Fault In Our Stars every once in a while. He raked through the collection, stopping at two movies.

He smirked and held them up. They read, "The Cat in The Hat" and "Annie".

I rolled my eyes. "Are you sure you're a male?" I chuckled. He chuckled as well and then asked which one to watch.
We decided on Annie, as The Cat in The Hat was a bit childish for my liking. Okay so I lied, it's my favorite movie but I can't let him know that. We both seemed satisfied with the movie choice and sat on the couch. On separate sides. With one cushion in the middle.

Wow this was awkward.

He cleared his throat. I guess I'm not the only one who senses the awkwardness. "Wanna talk?" He suggested. I turned my head and nodded it a little. I scooted a little closer to him, not to an awkward proximity but not as far away as before. "About what?" I asked him and looked up to meet his eyes.

Wow they were green. Like an emerald green. Almost like a baby blue but not quite. My eyes were hazel, mostly brown, and a hint of green but Harry's green eyes were beautiful. Wait what the cheeseballs?! Haley get it together. He cleared his throat again. "Uh, I don't know. Tell me about the picture. Who is that?" He asked, seeming really interested. He would have to know sometime.

I sighed deeply before answering. "That was my mom." I smiled a little, remembering her.

*flashback*

"Mom!" I screamed, jumping off the playground slide. I grabbed my friend Sam's hand and dragged her over to my waiting mother.

My mother was beautiful, no matter how she looked or her condition. No matter if she cried, smiled, seemed upset, aggravated, mad, she was always beautiful. She had the most precious smile. Her smile could light up the whole room! She had these gorgeous baby blue eyes that reminded me of a beach, something I had never visited, only seen in pictures. Her wavy shoulder-length hair was pulled back into a neat twisty bun, sunglasses resting upon her head. Her lips were as full as the ocean, my dad would say.

She smiled, her award-winning smile when she had seen my friend and I's hands interlocked. "This is Sam!" I announced to my mother, she shaking Sam's hand. They conversed for a while and from then on I could tell Sam would be around for a long time. However, the situation was opposite my mothers'.

*end of flashback*

I looked back at Harry. I smiled again. "She was beautiful. So beautiful. I don't know how I ended up looking like this as my mother was the pure opposite. I sometimes wish I had her blonde locks and baby blue eyes. But Momma always told me to love myself, no matter what." I didn't even notice another tear rolled down my cheek. But this time, it wasn't because of sadness. It was comfort.