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15| Meet The Family

I stood in my room getting ready for the family dinner tonight. After I had arrived home this morning from my night at Harry's, my peaceful night with no nightmares at 2:00, my mum had instantly interrogated me. And after I had told her where I was, and that Harry was coming to dinner tonight, she got a cheeky look in her eyes and wouldn't stop nudging me playfully and saying 'oh, yeah?'. So I left her and ran up to my room.

We were picking Harry up on the way, which I really wasn't looking forward to. I told my mum that Harry could just take him and I, but she wouldn't allow it.

A knock suddenly came at my door. "Honey, are you ready?" Mum asked from the other side. "We're leaving in about five minutes."

I looked in the mirror at my outfit. I was wearing my usual black jeans with a big, long blue jumper and my black Converse. A standard outfit but a comfortable one. My hair was plaited scruffily to the side, with stray pieces falling out, and my face was covered in my usual lot of make up.

"Ready!" I called back, shoving my phone into my pocket and opening my bedroom door. I looked at my mother standing there in her beige capris, magenta coloured blouse and big, chunky necklaces hanging down around her neck. Her light brown hair was styled and puffed up so that it looked like a wig and her face was covered in so much make up and wrinkle cream that she could barely move. She pursed her bright red lips and looked down at me.

"You're wearing that? Honey, I know it's just grandma's, but you can still look nice." She said.

I looked down at my jumper. "What's wrong with it?" I asked accusingly.

She sighed. "Nothing, nothing. Okay, let's go."

I rolled my eyes at her behind her back and followed her down the stairs. "Is Phil coming?"

"Yes."

I pulled a disgusted look, just as she turned to look at me. "He's family, Heather. And this is a family dinner. You're inviting Harry."

I ignored her and met with Phil outside. He was waiting by one of the insanely huge cars he owned wearing a tacky shirt and jeans. He smiled awkwardly at me. "Ready?"

"Yes." I said.

"Great. So, we're picking up a friend of yours right?" Phil asked me as I opened the back door and climbed in.

"Yes." I said again.

Phil hopped in the car as well and mum quickly joined in the passenger seat. "Great." Phil said. "Have I met him before?"

"No." I said shortly.

"His name is Harry." Mum said, somehow picking up on what we were talking about. "I've met him briefly and he's lovely."

I rolled my eyes and ignored her.

"Where does he live?" Phil asked.

"Our old house." I stated.

Mum fell silent and I glanced at her. She was looking down now, and Phil just nodded. "Well, isn't that convenient." He said, trying to keep everyone happy.

"You never told me that." Mum said, the enthusiasm from her voice drained.

I didn't say anything and within minutes, we were outside his house. Our house. I hopped out of the car and walked towards the front door before knocking. I could almost feel my mother's eyes on me and I wondered what she was thinking as she looked at the house and the garden.

The door opened and Harry stood in view, he was looking behind him, still buttoning up his shirt, and yelling.

"I'm going now!" He cried.