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The Gifted | Group

The Gifted | Group

"We on something different."
- Why Don't We

Harry's phone started to ring making him wake up with a small jolt. Looking at his phone he noticed that it was his little princess calling him.

"Mornin' princess," Harry spoke, a smile made it's way to his face just thinking about the kiss they shared yesterday because it felt truly magical.

On the other line Khali had to put her phone on mute so she could let out a bunch of squeals, but seconds later she cleared her throat and place her phone off of mute, "Hey."

"I'm assuming you wanted to call me just to tell me to wake my ass up, huh?" Harry chuckles deeply, not realizing that his morning voice was slowly turning her on.

"You know me so well," she spoke pressing her thighs together and practically swooning on the other line. "But yes, wake ya ass up Harry."

Harry chuckled, full awake now, "Just give me like twenty minutes and I'll be at your house before you can say Cheetos."

Kahli giggled softly, "Okay, I'll see you soon."

"Bye baby," Harry grins before hanging up and getting up from his bed.

He hopped in the shower and got dressed. It was pretty early on this fine Saturday morning and Harry actually felt pretty happy. After getting his phone and keys he jogged down the steps until he got to his kitchen. Grabbing a granola bar and a water bottle he made his way towards the door. But what he didn't expect is to hear his soft mother's voice calling him back.

"Where are you going Harry? It's eight o'clock in the morning on a Saturday," says Anne with a cup of coffee in her hands, she didn't have work today and she kinda expected to have some bonding time with her son.

Harry turned on his heels looking at his mother, "I was going to leave for a few hours."

"Doing what?" Anne asks raising her eyebrow at him.

"Mum," Harry groans.

"Don't 'mum' me Harold," Anne spoke in a knowing tone. "Where are you going?"

"Just out with some friends," Harry shrugs, lying but not quite. If he was going to be fighting a robot army with other people then he might as consider then as 'friends'.

"Friends?" Anne questioned crossing her arms. "Who are these friends?"

"People that I know," Harry says keeping the information to a minimum, he didn't like how she was concerned about him all of sudden because she hasn't been spending any time with him at all lately.

"Why haven't you told me about this Harry? This is big news," Anne spoke putting her coffee down and looking at her son. She knew how hard it was for Harry to be around other people, and finding out that he had friends makes her curious, but only in the best way possible.

"Why should I? You're always at work," Harry scoffs. "You don't even spend time with me anymore."

Anne felt a little hurt from her son's words. She knows that her work schedule is crazy and she tries her best to spend time with Harry but things move a little fast for her.

"I'm out," he mumbles rolling his eyes and turning around.

Anne sighed wanting to apologize to her son, "Harry wait I—,"