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BROS OMG THE DUNKIRK PREMIERE PHOTOS ARE KILLING ME I LOVE THEM HES GORGEOUS IM USING ONE He came in the next day, as he always did. But this time, I was there. He seemed surprised to see me, but just looked at me. He was wearing a suit and a collared white shirt. "I'm sorry." He whispered, he never moved from the door frame. "How's your mom?" I asked him. I didn't want to talk about what had happened, I didn't want to talk about us. I still had feelings for him and I hated myself for that.
"Going downhill. She was worse today. I told her." He said. I pressed my lips together. Why the fuck would he do that.
"You told her what." I said, playing with my bed sheets.
"I told her that I didn't love mel. I told her I fell in love with you. I told her everything."
I shook my head. "Why would you do that?" I said harshly. Why would he make his mum so sad?
"Because she only wants me to be happy. She took it badly, but she told me she was happy that I was happy, and that she wanted to meet you." He glanced behind himself quickly.
"Harry?" No way. No way.
"Mum?" He called behind him. A tall thin woman appeared from the hallway. She was pale but wore a beautiful smile. "Is this her harry?" She said, creeping towards me. I'd stood up. "She is just as beautiful as you said."
I couldn't help but blush. "I'm Samantha." I extended my hand. I felt Samantha was more fitting meeting his mum.
"Don't worry, Harry all ready told me you like Sam better." She said. I smiled at that. "I'm Anne. It's nice to meet you."
"You too." I responded. I looked back at harry, he stood in the same place, looking at his shoes.
"It was very inappropriate of harry to bring me unannounced but I don't have a lot of time left!" She chuckled.
"It's ok, no problem." I said, it was all a very awkward situation.
"What he did was wrong. And I'm not going to justify it. But he loves you. I raised him and I know when he loves a woman, and the way he talks about you. He loves you. " she said. We both looked back at him.
"I love him too. " I said. And as much as I wish it wasn't true, it was. Harry's face lit up, and his mother smiled softly. She began to shake a little bit, and excused herself. I sat back on my bed. And began to play with my sheets again.
"Do you?" He asked.
"Yes." I stated. He let out a deep sigh of relief. "I wish I didn't. You treated me so badly. I was so hurt. But I love you. I love a man that hired me to raise his children." He walked to me, but slowly, with caution.
"I filed for divorce." He said. "She hates the kids. I'm going to fight for full custody. I want two things sam. My kids and you." He touched my cheek. "Come away with me. For a week. I have a conference in Paris in two weeks, my mum was going to come but she said she doesn't feel well, she told me to take you. Please say yes." He pleaded. And before I knew what I was saying, I was saying yes.
