"Your mother?" Harry asks with a surprised voice.
I nod and start to panic. I haven't told my mum about Harry yet. Well, it's not like I was planning to tell her about him. Mostly because she is, well, awkward.
"Well she was supposed to find out eventually eh?" Harry speaks up.
Yeah, of course she was but not yet. I sigh and nod before turning around and opening the front door.
There she stood. My own mother. She has blonde hair, blue eyes and plump lips. She has never had problems with finding guys to sleep with but she hasn't had any long term relationships since high school.
"Hello, mum." I say.
"Hello, darling." She says while pulling me into a hug.
"Who's this?" She asks with a smirk when we pull away from our hug.
She pushed me slightly to the side to get a good look at the boy standing in her daughter's apartment.
"Hello." Harry waves with the sweetest smile.
"Hi" Mum turns to look at me "so, I see you've finally got a boy in your apartment. Was about time."
"Mum, this is Harry, my boyfriend. Harry this is Ava, the person who gave birth to me." I introduce them.
"Nice to meet you." Harry offers a hand for her to shake.
They shake hands. I ask if my mum wants anything to eat or drink and she chose tea. I go to the kitchen to put water in the kettle and boil some water.
I decide to sneak a bit closer to the living room where my mother and boyfriend are talking.
"So, Harry. What's it like to have every girl falling for you? Being a worldwide known singer and all." I can hear my mother's high pitched voice ask.
"Uh, I don't really think of it that way. It's nice to have people who support you unconditionally but I wouldn't say they're all falling for me." Harry answers.
That's my boy. I sneak a bit closer to hear better and manage to trip. I slightly yell while falling and knock a picture frame over while demonstrating my glorious way of eavesdropping.
"Hello there, love." Harry chuckles and comes to help me up.
"Thanks, Harry." I hug him after he has helped me up.
The curly lad smiles and hugs me back tight.
"Were you eavesdropping?" My mother speaks up.
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FanficI finish wiping the counter just as a guy steps in. He has a hood pulled over his head and he has sunglasses on. Creepy. "Hello, sir. How can I help you?" I ask the the tall man standing in front of me. Only a small counter between us. He looks up...
