Enchanted (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 8: Sunday Morning

*the next day*

I went to take look through my foggy window. Rainy weather...

I've decided to go downstairs and make myself a hot chocolate drink to sort of keep myself warm through this cold-ish weater. As I was boiling water, a caller ID flashed through the screen of my phone. It was my mom. I quickly answer it ready to greet her.

"Hey mom."

"Hey sweetie. How are things?"

"Everything's fine."

I quickly turned off the whistling pot and poured it on a mug.

"It's raining here so I've decided to make myself a hot chocolate drink." I added

I put the chocolate powder and started stirring. I added a few mini-sized marshmallows.

"That's nice. Well, any news?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Met someone new?"

I gulped at the question.

"Err... yes." I said trying to sound confident.

"Who is it?"

Ugggh. My same old mom. Keeps on asking too many questions.

"A neighbor. He's nice."

"A 'he'?" She asked. The tone of her voice changing.

"Yeah. Is there something wrong?"

"Nothing actually. I'm just telling you to be more careful beca-"

"Mom." I interrupted her. "He's nice. He's not like dad who drinks and at the same time a douche that goes around hurting people."

There was a silence on the other line.

"M-mom I'm sorry I-I... I didn't kno-"

"I-its okay dear." Her voice cracked.

I hear sniffs.

"Mom..."

"Its okay. Well, I need to go. Love you sweetie."

"I love you too mom."

After, the phone call, I can't stop thinking about the words I've said.

He's nice. He's not like Dad who drinks and at the same time a douche that goes around hurting people.

I run my palm through my hair and sighed. I'll just be more careful about everything I say...

I sat on the couch and took a sip of my drink. I grabbed the remote and started switching the channels.

I placed the remote down and watch my favorite childhood show "SpongeBob Square pants" Okay. I know. I'm 18 and I'm still watching this but who cares? SpongeBob is the bomb.

A few minutes later, there's a knock on the door. I lazily went through the door and opened it.

A wet Harry Edward Styles.

Okay that sounds weird but that's exactly what I'm seeing right now. He's wet 'cause of the rain. Is he even aware that there's this thing called an umbrella?

"Hey." He said.

"Hi."

"Sorry I went in here without your permi-"

"It's okay. What are you doing here?"

A wide smile started appearing on his face.

I looked at him with confusion.