Savior

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Harry's P.O.V

"Mum? Are we going?"

"Yes! Hold on a moment darling, I'm just on the phone!" She said in a some-what rushed tone. She always does this. Its never really bothered me though, because I grew up in a house with two women, and I was the only man of the house, so I knew exactly how women could be.

You could say that I've always been a "momma's boy". My mum and I go out for breakfast, lunch, or dinner, or sometimes even all three every Sunday. It has become a tradition for us ever since I can remember. Today it was my choice of where we could go, so I decided to go with Romeo's. It is one of my favourite restaurants here in Canada. My mum and I are originally from Cheshire in North West England. We decided to go backpacking across Canada about a year ago, because my mother has always fantasized about going to Canada, so one day I told her that we might as well just do it and here we are. We started in Toronto, Ontario, and slowly made our way through the provinces until we hit British Columbia, my favourite one so far. I think I might stay here for a while, even if my mum wants to go back to Cheshire, I might just have to let her go on her own because I really enjoy it here. In fact, I like it here so much that I've considered moving here, many times.

My mom snapped me out of my thoughts by saying, "Ok love, I'm all ready to go. Sorry it took so long, my coworker Robin had called me to see how I was doing and how I was liking Canada so far! You all set?"

"I sure am, mum. Oh and by the way, dinner is on me tonight." I politely offered.

"Nonsense! Can't a mother treat her son to a lovely dinner?" She fought.

"Well can't a son treat his mother to a lovely dinner?" I retaliated. I wasn't gonna let her win, certainly not this time. I mean, with her birthday coming up, I certainly wasn't gonna let her do anything for me, considering all of the stuff she has done for me in the past 20 years. I think treating her to a nice dinner is the least that I can do.

"Touché. Alright son, you got me. But, only this once you are paying, never again." She sighed in defeat.

"Thought so." I laughed. "Now shall we be on our way?"

"Absolutely." She smiled.

Shayla's P.O.V

Everyday was the same routine for me. 5:45 my alarm was set to wake me up. Usually, I'll lay there for about 15 minutes, so I don't actually get up until about 6. First thing I'll do when I get up is shower. I think it is one of the best ways to start of the day, don't you? It just relieves a lot of tension in my shoulders, helps me feel refreshed, and somewhat prepared to start my day. Next is a short walk, about a half hour or so. Normally I'll walk to the park, watch the children or stare at the pond. I enjoy watching the children play, it makes me think of whether I'll ever meet my prince charming who will happily start a family with me or not. Probably not, but whatever. Once I'm back in my one bedroom basement suite, I'll just sit and read or watch T.V until about quarter to four in the afternoon, when its time to get ready for work.

Right now, I'm applying my coverup. I always lather it on, covering every flaw that I feel my face has. Next just a bit of powder, so that my face isn't too shiny. Lastly a bit of mascara to touch up my naked eyes. I'm currently a waitress at Romeo's, a restaurant that I used to go to all the time as a child. I really like the people there, although I don't talk to them much. They still make the effort to make me smile and I thank them for that. It's protocall for us to tie our hair back, unfortunately, I don't really like to because it usually gives me a headache. Lost in my thoughts, I decided to glance at the clock. Shit! It's 4:15, and I have to start work in 15 minutes. I don't have a car either, so I'll have to run if I want to make it there in time. I quickly ran the flat iron through my hair to make it not look so messy, then grabbed my bag, shoved my work clothes in it and rushed out the door without even locking it. I was a sprinter as a teenager, so I still had no problem with keeping a quick pace. 5 minutes had passed and I was at the back door of Romeo's, quite out of breath I might add.

"Ah, there she is! Hello, beautiful. Glad you made it! You start in two minutes girl! Hurry up and get changed!" Kaylee, my best friend since the beginning of highschool greeted me.

"Sorry sorry! I lost track of time. I'm so bad for that!" I scrambled to compose myself and what not before I went out into my section to start work. I don't know why Kaylee had tried to rush me out here, it's so dead in here! Only 3 tables, 1 table of two, and two tables of 5. Just as I say that, two people walk through the front door, a couple I'm guessing. They seemed deep in conversation as they slowly approached the host stand, so I didn't really want to interrupt. After a few seconds of waiting, the woman's eyes peered up to meet mine, a bright smile on her face.

"Good evening! For two is it?"

"Hello, yes it is." The woman spoke, in a lovely British accent I may add. I grabbed two menus and decided to sit them in my section since I hadn't gotten a table yet. As I was walking them to there table, I thought of how much I hated couples. God, they pissed me off. All there kisses and hugs, giggles and what not. I don't know, I guess I was just jealous because I'd never really had a boyfriend before, so I didn't really know what it was like to fall in love.

We approached the booth, a very good looking young man letting his date sit first, how polite.

"Can I start you two off with some drinks? Pop, Juice, perhaps some tea?" I asked with a forced smile. God, they'll probably say something like "a cup of tea seasoned with love" or something stupid like that.

"My son would like his usual tea with honey, green tea if you have it. Myself, I will just have iced water with lemon. Thank you, love."

"Ok great. I'll give you a moment to decide on what you would like to order." I stalked away rather quickly.

Son?! Did she just say son? Oh my goodness. I thought she was way younger than that! She looks so beautiful to be a mother of someone that's as old as he is. He seems to be around my age, maybe a bit older. That's just weird. When she said that I felt my cheeks get hot with embarrassment. I had gotten a little glance at the man that was sitting with his mother, taken aback by his beautiful features. I'll have to study his looks just a little more when I get back there.

Well, this could be quite interesting.