fostered {h.s}

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isabelles pov

I got home later that evening around dinner time and shut the door quickly after entering. I smelled the homey smell of my house and grinned when I smelled dinner. More like my favorite dinner, chicken cutlets.

My mum always made the best chicken cutlets, hands down. I think the last time she made them for me was in eighth grade.

"Mum! That shït smells so good!" I smile and walk into the kitchen, sitting at the table and taking off my shoes.

"Your favorite. Where's Harry?" She asks and flips the chicken to cook the other side in the skillet over the stove.

I pondered for a minute, debating if I should tell her the whole encounter with Anne this morning.

"He's home." I smiled, realizing I'm not about to tel my mom I slept in Harry's bed with no underwear on.

Maybe I'll tell her in a year when I can laugh about it to her and she can scold me. That'll be fun.

"Oh, alright. I made chicken for him. Invite him over."

I huff and take my phone out of my pocket, scrolling through my messages, clicking on his contact and pressing the call option.

"Hey, baby." He says and I could almost hear his smile through the phone.

"My mom made some chicken for you. She said to get your fat fücking ass over here so I can give it to you." I giggled, putting it on speaker.

"That's not what I said!" She yelled and I shook my head.

Harry chuckled, "You wanna knoe who has a fat a-"

"Harry! You're on fùcking speaker." I yelled over him and my mothers eyes turned wide. "Whatever, get over here within ten minutes. She's locking the doors at seven."

She picked up the ready chicken cutlets and placed them on a large plate, bringing them to the table for me to grab and for Harry to grab whenever he gets here.

"You want to tell me what I just heard?"

I shook my head, "You know what you heard. Why would I restate it?"

"Who taught you to be so blunt? It wasn't me."

"My boyfriend, Harry. I don't know if you've met him. He has approximately four tattoos and is just so hot." I smirk and she rolls her eyes, laying out a plate of her homemade mashed potatoes.

After a few minutes of waiting, Harry bursts through the front door and runs into the kitchen.

"Congratulations! You made it one minute before closing time." My mum jokes, locking the door behind him and Harry laughs.

He leans down and kisses my forehead before taking a seat next to me and grabbing his food.

My mum comes back into the kitchen and sits down across from Harry and I.

After conversing and eating for a few minutes, Harry and my mum are in a conversation about what he will do after high school.

"I don't know, I think I want to audition for some singing competition. It's kind of always been a small dream of my to just audition, even if I don't get far." He shrugs shyly, shocking me.

"You can sing?" My mum gasps and I shake my head.

"There's no way you can sing. Harry, I have never heard you sing once, let alone you wanting to be a singer!"