Again

Chapter 21.

I grab my cross body bag along with my phone. I pull my favorite white cardigan that is always hanging on my door, over my shoulders and run out the door. I found him, or to be more precise he found me. I can feel my heart rate speeding up. I am determined to find some answers. I'm sick of being left in the dark, I seriously want to know what is going on.

I take my black boots off the closet, pulling them on and running down the stairs. ''Mia?''

I see my mum coming out of the kitchen. Her red hair is pulled up into a messy top knot, strands of hair framing her beautiful face. I always thought that my mum's way prettier than me. I just wish I would have gotten her looks.

''Where are you going?'' she asks, curiosity making her hair eyes darker. Her eyes are one of the only things I didn't get from my mother, but from my father. It's the same eyes that runs in the Davis family.

''I only... want to take a walk. I will be right back, I promise,'' I say, and walk out the door before my mum can reply. I practically run to the other side of the street, pulling the sleeves of my cardigan up in process.
The Styles house is a little bigger than ours. I always loved the way it looked from the outside, with its dark stone walls and bright green shrubbery growing the little front yard. I often saw Mrs. Styles planting flowers into the garden.

I've not been in there very often, the last time I visited them was when I was sixteen. The family invited us over for Dinner, but even that night Harry was not there. So I left early to do some studying while my mother and Bob stayed there. I kind of wished Harry and I would have been friends that night, or he would have a sister. We would've hung out, it'd be nice to have a friend living across from you like in the movies or the many books I've read. However, later that night, I saw him from my window. He was yelling and destroying the plants with his boots, furious with anger. I remember how he called his parents by names and how he drove away after that. Even in that age, he was already covered in tattoos.

''Oh, Mia! It's been such a long time, how are you darling?'' Mrs. Styles asks as she opens the door. Her long dark hair braided into a fishtail braid, and she's wearing jeans and nice blouse. The sweet scent of baked cookies find its way into my nostrils and I involuntarily thought of Finn and the tray of cookies.

I shake the thought from my mind. I need to focus now. ''I'm good, thank you. How about you?''
''Good, you guys haven't been over in such a long time! Tell your mum I'm more than happy to have her and Bob over for dinner again,'' she says cheerfully. I cannot help myself, but smile at her polite and kind tone.

''I will tell her,'' I nod. ''But I'm actually here for something else.. .''
I take a shaky breath and Mrs. Styles furrows her brows. She leans against the door frame.

''Yes?''

I open my mouth to answer her, but my eyes wander to the figure behind her back. He's standing in the living room, and I only take a quick glance at him. From here I can recognize his black jeans and boots. He's wearing a black t-shirt and a white shirt over it. Slowly, his eyes make contact with mine and he shakes his head. ''I uhh... I'm here for.. .''

I'm unfocused again, and I have to fight against the urge to look back at him. I can feel his burning gaze, making my whole body feel hot.

''I'm here because... my mum asks for... your cookies recipe! Yes, she wants to make some, but couldn't find any good recipes online and said that you're cookies are the best ones.''

''Oh, thank you very much. I don't have it written down anywhere, but I can quickly do it?''

I eagerly nod, playing with my hands nervously. ''Yes, thank you Mrs. Styles.''