"What the hell?"
After seconds of being frozen, that is all I can manage to say.
I can see the shock in my mother's face when she heard me. But in the other hand, there's Harry, still with his pleasurable smirk.
"Um mom, can I talk to you for a sec?"
"Oh shush, dear. Your guest is waiting." She turns to face Harry. "Please, come in."
Did she just invited him in? Please tell me my mom didn't just invited a stranger into our humble home? And she, out of all the people in my family said to never let a stranger in our house!
"Thank you, Mrs. Donovan. My name's Harry." He said as he gently steps in.
"Pease, just call me Jade."
"I think your house is cool, Jade." He said as his eyes examines my home.
As much as I want to kick Harry out, like literally, I can't. Mom's here and she's like under a spell of his charms.
"Thank you, Harry. Why won't you join us for dinner? I was just about to prepare."
My eyes widens in shock. This is hilarious, she never cooks for dinner! Well, she stopped when Dad died. She was too busy working since then that she always have to come home late. And since I can't wait for her until she gets home, I've learned to feed myself every night.
He looks at me as if he's asking for my permission. I glare at him as a response but instead, he shook his head and walked pass me.
Of course he will do that. He headed straight to my living room, takes a sit in my couch. I followed him.
"What wrong with you? You can't just come into my house." I snap, crossing my arms in front of him.
"What? I was invited in by your mom, who, I may add is a lot more nicer than you by the way." He acted like he's somewhat innocent.
How can he expect me to be nice to him if he'll continue to treat me this way? Why is he even here?
"You have to leave, now."
"But you're mom just asked me for dinner, I don't want to be rude. Come on." He stood up. "I like your house." He starts to roam around the living room.
He is so frustrating and I don't want to deal with this anymore. I still have my home works waiting for me upstairs.
"Well, as soon as you're done with your act, the doors open. I'll be upstairs." Rolling my eyes, I turned my back at him.
"You're not joining us for dinner?" He asks.
"No. I've already eaten." I continue to walk back to my room. Closing the door behind me, I groan. I wish I have a slight idea what runs in that big head of his.
Hour later, I managed to finish all my paper works. Which leads me to the last thing that I have to do, my drawing. Fuck. I still don't have any idea.
I haven't got any troubles with this kind of situation before. If Mr. Clifford gives us a topic, I will be the first one to finish. I always have these ideas stocked in my head, but where is it now? I look up to my sketches and paintings hanging above my bed. Examining each one of them, a line of quote caught my attention.
What's bad for the heart, is good for the art.
Bad for my heart? Him? Will I be able to draw him? My heart pinched with the thought. He used to be in every sketches, he used to be the inspiration of my art. But now it all turned into ashes, I already burned all of it.
This is not even helping me. Maybe if I'll do an abstract, they won't mind right? This is more frustrating than Harry being here.
Harry.
Is he still here? I glanced up the clock. It's already late, he would've left by now. I got off my seat and walk towards my door. I'll check, just in case.
As I enter the living room, Harry is sitting alone on the couch holding a glass of milk, his eyes focused on the tv in front of him. Why is he alone?
"Where's my mom?" I asked, he looks up at me.
"She told me she was tired and went upstairs, so I guess she's already asleep." She left him here and didn't even bother to send him home?
"And why are you still here then?"
"I want to spend more time with you." He raised his glass of milk.
If I wasn't so pissed with him, I will definitely tell him he looks so cute. I don't know what to say but before I knew it, I was blushing.
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