Honest // h.s [ON HOLD]

10.

I woke up to clanking coming from my kitchen. I dragged myself out of bed and walked down the hallway. The smell of bacon and eggs flowed from the kitchen and my stomach grumbled.

Harry was cooking breakfast. His back muscles were visible in his white t-shirt, his red flannel shirt tied around his hips.

"You can stop staring at me now," harry says and turns around, a smirk on his face.

My cheeks redden, "I wasn't staring," I mumble and sit down on a stool.

He stares at me for a moment with that cocky smirk on his face before turning back to the scrambled eggs.

He puts eggs on a plate with bacon and slides it over to me.

"Where's yours?" I ask.

"Already ate it," he shrugs.

I nod and eat the delicious breakfast.

"Slow down, goodness." he shakes his head. I glare at him and continue eating.

Once I finish I put the plate in the dishwasher.

"Thanks," I smile at him. He gave a short nod.

"Are you okay?" he asks after a minute or so.

I shrug, "yeah, I guess." I answer.

"Do we have work today?" I ask changing the subject.

Harry thought for a moment before nodding his head.

"There's a new guy," Harry states.

"Really?" I ask, he nods again.

"Where'd you learn to cook?" I ask and sat on the couch, patting the space next to me.

"My mom and sister," he sat down.

"You have a sister?" I ask surprised.

I never knew he had a sister.

"Yeah, her name is Gemma,"

"That's a pretty name," I say and wonder what she's like.

"Do you have an siblings?" Harry asks and turns his body towards me.

I cross my legs and nod.

"Yep, an older brother, Brian." I answer.

He nods.

"Tell me about Gemma," I smile.

He grins, "She's really annoying, but I love her, well I kind of have too," he smirks, I roll my eyes.

"She's-" Harry was interrupted by my door bell ringing.

"Sorry, one second," I say and jump off the couch.

"Who is it?" I ask through the intercom.

"Isabel, let us in right this instant." My mother bellows.

I cringe and press the button and the gate buzzed allowing them to come in. Harry is sitting awkwardly on the couch, I give him a small smile. I open the door and my mother comes rushing in.

"What is this about you being in jail? What did you do-" she stops yelling when she sees Harry on the couch, "Are you doing prostitution to pay for your fine?!" she glared at me. "Do you know how this will ruin my reputation?"

I gape.

Well that's my mom for you, jumping to conclusions and thinking about herself and only herself.

My dad and Brian are standing at the front door staring at mom.

"I-I uh," I had no idea what to say. "I'm not.. I wouldn't.. I'm not sleeping with men for money." I whisper, why would she even think that?

I felt her strong glare on my face as my eyes fell to the floor.

"Then who is he?" she spits gesturing to Harry.

"A friend," I whisper.

She snorts and I look up.

"My daughter was in jail and she fucks guys for money," I've never heard her so.. cruel. "You're a disgrace to the family name." she hisses and walks out.

My mother is a very successful Realtor, and sells houses to very famous and important people.

My dad gives me a sad look and follows my mother.

"Bel, I'm so sorry," Brian says, "I don't know how she found out but she did, I tried to stop her from coming over, I really tried." he pulls me into a hug. "I am so sorry."

I hold back my tears, not wanting to cry in front of Harry again. I peek at him over Brian's shoulder and he's staring intently at the door, a frown on his beautiful face.

Brian pulls away, "I'm sorry," I try to give him a smile, "I have to go, I'll try talk to her alright?" I nod and he gives my shoulder a squeeze before heading out the door.

I stare at the door. I hear shuffling behind me but don't turn around. I jump when I feel arms around me.

"You alright?" Harry asks, his chin resting on top of my head and his arms around my waist.

"I-I don't know," I whisper. It was silent for a bit.

"Your mom's a bitch," he says seriously and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah," I agree, stilling laughing.