Age is just a number, after all. (Morten Harket x Reader)

Age is just a number, after all. (Chapter 11)

The next day, when you woke up, you felt a little dizzy. You weren't sure how late it was, since you had obviously forgotten to set you alarm for this day. A lazy glance at your phone screen told you that it was almost 10 am.

You got out of bed and put on some clothes, then waddled into the bathroom to get yourself ready for the day.

In the kitchen, your family was already going on about their day. Mia was sitting at the table, desperately trying to put together a puzzle. Your mother was sitting on the sofa, watching TV.

"Oh, good morning. How did you sleep?", she asked when she saw you.

"I slept well, thanks."

Mia was too focused on her puzzle to react. You walked over to her.

"Hey there, need any help?"

"Can't talk. Must focus", she said in a nearly robotic tone.

"Okiedokie."

You walked to the kitchen and made yourself some breakfast. While you were eating, your mother spoke up.

"Dear, do you have anything planned for today?"

Did you? You DID-

And you nearly choked on your food.

Between coughs, you managed to say "Uh, yeah, yeah I do."

"Oh? What did you plan?"

You felt your face heat up a little at the thought. Don't. Panic.

"I, uh, wanted to meet up with someone in a nice café... a- a friend. With a friend."

Your mother looked at you with a skeptical expression. "A friend?"

"Yes, he said- I mean she said that it's good and we should try it out."

You tried to avoid your mother's gaze but you had to know how she reacted. Would she see through your stammering? When you finally brought yourself to glance over at her, you met a wide grin.

"(y/n), do you perhaps go on a date?"

"A date? Oh, no, it's... not quite like that."

"Come on, sweetie, it's okay! You're old enough! And if you don't want to talk about it, it's fine. I just hope he's nice", she said, leaning back with an excited twinkle in her eyes.

"Okay, thanks", you replied, quickly focusing on your breakfast again.

You heard your mum giggle. Thank god she's so relaxed about this.

After breakfast, you brought your dishes back into the kitchen and went back to your room to check on your phone. You had received a message from Mr. Harket.

Hey there, (y/n). I hope you're awake and ready, I'll be going to pick you up at the town square soon.

- Morten

It was about 12pm right now, you heard your mother rummaging through the kitchen, she was probably about to start with lunch soon. You decided to read a little until lunch was ready, and then went to get ready.

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You tightly gripped the strap of your small bag as you walked down the street. The looks your mother gave you when you were leaving the house had burned themselves into your memory.

She wasn't mad, she wasn't over-protective or suspicious – she was curious and a tease. However, you knew that she respected your privacy and wouldn't get on your nerves too much. Still, those looks made you a little uncomfortable. She just didn't know