Wrong (Harry Styles/Marcel)

Chapter 20

Danielle's POV

When I wake up this morning I decided to go to that little store I've been going to get breakfast, when I come back I find my mom sitting on the couch.

"Hey mom" I say, it seems like we have spent ages without talking.

"Hey Dani" she says, she never calls me Dani, only dad used to call me like that and since he is dead I don't like when anyone calls me like that.

I just awkwardly smile and make my way to the bathroom.

"Mm Danielle sweetheart?" She says softly.

"Yes mom?"

"There are some things I would like to talk about with you"

"Mm okay" I say and begin walking to the couch.

"Okay so first I wanted to apologize for blowing up at you yesterday, it was not your fault it was Harry's and I just..."

"Mom its okay" I interrupt.

"Well second, I found a good school for you here it is pretty, big and has a good academic level."

"Mom its just high school it doesn't need to be so fancy" I playfully say and she laughs.

"I think you are going to like it" she says smiling proudly.

"Of course I'll like it" I say.

"Okay so third, I need to go back to Cheshire to fix some stuff and bring our things here, you don't have to come if you don't want to"

"What about a flat?"

"I was getting there" she says and I giggle.

"I found a beautiful place, the owner said we could go and see it in about four says, its really pretty, has a great location and we can afford it" she excitedly says and I nod.

"I'll be going back to Cheshire tomorrow, I already said why just wanted to let you know it would be tomorrow, I also need to know if you are coming with me." She continues.

"It depends... Is it necessary?" I hope she says no.

"Not really"

"Then I won't go"

"But where are you going to stay?"

"Mm how long are you going to be at Cheshire?"

"Mm like three days" she explains, and I begin thinking.

Maybe I could ask Louis to let me stay three days at his flat, but he is mad at me, mm Harry hates me... Niall! He seems pretty cool maybe he'll let me stay a few days at his flat.

"I'll ask a friend if I could stay at his flat"

"A friend? What friend?"

"You don't know him"

"Then I wont let you stay there" she says almost laughing.

"It a friend of Harry" I explain.

"Is it that guy... What was his name... Oh yeah Louis?"

"Mm yeah sure, its him" I lied, I know how she gets with me staying at someone else's house and much worse if she doesn't know who he/she is.

"Soo... Are you and him...you know" and there is the question I don't want to answer.

"Mm no" I lied.

"We are just friends, so I'll call him and ask him, ok?" I say standing up, and she nods.