"Do you want to come inside?" I ask Harry as his car pulls up outside the front of my house. I look over at him to see him deep in thought.
I only asked because I feel bad that Harry has never been round mine. He has driven me home several times, and I have even slept over at his but he has never been inside my house.
"I don't know," He mumbles, looking over to my house and then back to me. I search his eyes, trying to find any reason as to why Harry didn't want to come inside. Is it because he doesn't like me? Well, that can't be true since he drove me home, and he has admitted to liking me. So, what is it?
"My parents aren't home..." I say, trying to find out if that was the reason why. Harry looks up from his lap, his eyes meeting mine before he softly smiles.
"Okay."
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"Do you want to watch a film?" I ask, once me and Harry are upstairs in my bedroom. I knew that my parents would never allow me to have a boy in my room, but they aren't home therefore I can do what I want.
"Uh...yeah, sure." Harry speaks softly, as if he is is upset about something. He's been acting like this ever since he offered to drive me home, it's as if he is distant from me, from the world.
I watched him for a while, trying to figure out what was the matter with him. His eyes just stared at the floor, never looking up to meet mine. I finally sighed before turning on my tv, I scrolled through the movie channels, trying to find something to watch but none of them seemed appealing to me.
"Can I ask you something?" I ask Harry, trying to start up a conversation. He raises his head, his green eyes finally meeting my brown ones.
"Of course."
"Are you...are you dating Lola?" I didn't know how to ask the question that left my lips, I hoped that Harry would not be offended by it.
"What?" Harry asks, his voice sounding more high pitched than I expected it too. "Hell no! Why would you think that?"
"Just from the way she acted around you today. I mean...she kissed you," I try to explain. I know that I am probably going over the top with this whole kissing thing, but it's bothering me.
"Yeah, she kissed me, I didn't kiss her. And anyway, why would I have told you that I liked you if I already had a girlfriend?" Harry asks, a small smile appearing on his face. The boy has a point.
"Why does she hang around with you guys? No offence, but she seems like a total bitch." I say, expressing my feelings to Harry because I know that he won't judge me for it.
"Oh, she is," Harry lets out a chuckle. "I remember this one time at a party, she made out with Liam in front of Emma, just because Emma spilt her drink down her, Lola claimed that it was her 'most expensive dress and now it's ruined!'" Harry finishes his story, putting on a high pitched girly voice to imitate Lola and I can't help but laugh.
"I can't say I'm surprised really, Lola seems like the type of girl to do that," I speak once I have finished laughing.
"Yeah. Lola doesn't always hang out with us but when she does, she's always around me." Harry says with a roll of his eyes, as if it's the worst thing in the world that Lola hangs out with them. I guess it is.
I can't help but notice that Harry's mood has changed drastically. Only a few minutes ago, he looked so down and now he is exactly the opposite. It's weird how somebody's mood can change that quickly.
"She so has a crush on you," I say, can't helping but feel a tiny bit jealous. I know that Harry said that they aren't dating, but I hate the fact that she likes him in the same way as I do.
"I wish that she didn't," Harry speaks softly, moving closer to where I was sat on my bed until he was right in front of me. "Because I like you."
Harry moved even closer to me, filling up the gap in between us as he presses his lips firmly, but hesitantly to mine. I closed my eyes as I softly kiss him back, feeling the same warmth feeling as I felt before when we kissed for the first time. Harry's large hands soon make their way down to my waist as our kiss deepens, my own hands get lost within his messy hair.
Our kiss was unfortunately cut short when both of us heard the front door opening downstairs. Harry looked at me, his eyes wide in shock, I probably wore the same expression. I prayed and prayed that it would be my brother, Joe as I walked over to the window to see who's car was parked outside.
It was my mother's.
"Shit," I mutter, "Why is she home this early? She shouldn't finish until late, damn it." I run a hand through my brown hair as I begin to pace the floor back and forth. Harry is soon to stand up, he grabs my hands to stop me from moving.
"What should I do?"
"I don't know," I reply to Harry's question honestly, "She must have seen your car parked outside. I mean, range rovers aren't that hard to spot."
"Why don't you tell her the truth?" Harry asks. I let out a laugh, as if what he had said was the most stupid thing ever.
"She doesn't trust me,"
"Hazel, that's stupid. You're seventeen, you have the right to make your own decisions."
"That isn't true because I still live in my parents house, which means that I have to follow their rules," I say with a roll of my eyes.
In that moment, I wish that I had a laid back mother. One that would not care whether I had a boy over or not, one that would be home more than just a few hours a week. But I knew that would never be possible.
"Then I will tell her the truth," Harry speaks, smiling as if he is a genius.
"But she will hate you!"
"I'd rather that she hates me than you."
I finally gave into Harry, agreeing that he would be the one to tell my mother the truth. I was having second thoughts as I stepped down each stair, until finally we reached the bottom. I turned my head to see Ashton, he looked laid back, as if he wasn't nervous about talking to my mother. Maybe he wasn't.
I make cautious steps over to the kitchen, Harry following behind. I stand at the doorway of the kitchen, seeing my mother with her back to me. She was standing over the sink, washing up most likely.
"Mum?" I speak, getting her attention so that she would turn around. My heart was racing at the thought of her meeting Harry, the second that she see's his tattoos she will dislike him. I just know it.
I watch her as she turns around slowly, a wet plate still placed in her hands as she looks at me. Then her eyes move to Harry, her mouth opens slightly as if in shock.
That's when the plate falls out of her hands and drops to the floor.
