Beneath Your Beautiful (H.S. AU)

Chapter 29

Once again, I was curled up in Harry's arms on top of my bed. It was strange that we never went further than cuddling and kissing. Yes our make up sections got pretty heated once in a while, but I wasn't even sure whether or not you would consider it second base and third base was totally out of the question at least for me. It wasn't like I didn't want to be intimate with him because I did, but I just knew it would bring up too many memories, and I really didn't want to relive that. I guess I feared that the same thing would happen all over again and though deep down I was certain Harry wouldn't hurt me like Justin had, I couldn't help but wonder. I knew it had been years, but the night still haunted me, and I just couldn't imagine being intimate with anyone like that not even with Harry.

His hand caressed my arm which had my body relaxing. Harry's phone disrupted the silence of the room, and he let out an annoyed groan. "Who is it?" I asked out of curiosity.

"My mother," he said not sounding too pleased, and it struck me that he had never really told me much about her.

He pressed the decline button, and I gave him a confused look. "Why didn't you answer?"

"I didn't feel like talking to her," he stated simply like it was the obvious answer, but that just made me question why.

"She was probably worried about you. After all you collapsed last night during a game and had to go to the hospital. You could at least let her know you are okay," I suggested, and he rolled his eyes.

"She's not worried. She's just trying to play a good mother, but I'm not buying her crap," he complained, and his words took me by surprise. I had never expected his relationship to his mother to be this bad. His father yes, but not his mother.

"What are you talking about?"

"She's a lovely mum whenever she's around, yes. She just never is. It's all about work to her. I loved my old school in England. I had my friends, and I liked the fact that I could visit Gem's grave. Going to a random cemetery in the city just isn't the same," he stated, and I remembered the day I had met him at the cemetery where we had one of our many fights. "We moved here because she got a job in the city not soon after Gem passed. She would tell people she did it to forget what had happened but in all honesty she just wanted more money or maybe it was because my father did, I wasn't sure. But either way, we moved without them thinking about me in any of it. They just did whatever they wanted."

"That doesn't make her a bad parent," I clarified.

"But it does. She worries more about work than she does me. Yes she cares, and I know she doesn't like that I box, but I barely see her. She never shows up to any of my matches, and she doesn't even know what kind of things I like to do."

"Like what?" I asked as I realized there were still a lot of things I didn't know about him. I had no idea his relationship to his mother was this broken, and it really saddened me especially since I knew how his relationship to his father was.

"Like music."

"What?" I asked not sure if I had heard him correctly, and then I remembered the guitar I had seen in his closet the day I had slept over at his house the first time.

"I love to sing, and I play the guitar." His eyes lit up just by talking about it, but then he shook his head and his eyes diverted towards the ceiling. "It's silly, I know."

"Hey," I placed a hand on his cheek and moved his head so he was looking at me. "It's not. I think it's quite amazing."

"Do you?" He looked at me skeptically.

"Of course. Music is an important aspect of everyone's life, and the world would be a much worse place without it. Besides I think you would look quite hot with a guitar," I giggled, and he raised his eyebrows at me.