Bump (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 10 - Valentine's Day

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Hazel's POV

    Valentine’s Day arrives into my house and so does dozens of baskets full of flowers of different kinds and balloons and surprisingly, ingredients and materials for making a cake.

     When I arrived home from school, Harry left me a letter stuck on our door. It’s folded in half, and in front it says ‘Don’t open until you’re inside xx’. This made me snort but I still followed what it said. When I opened the door, I am hit with the mixed yet refreshing scents of the flowers. Helium balloons were tied to the baskets and bouquets. The kitchen and the living room were full of them. I open the letter and it says ‘Hope you liked them, and I hope you guessed why I put some materials in there :) See you. Happy Valentine’s Day! I love you very much.’

     I snort again. I bet today will be my day of snorting because I have never received this much love from a boy before. I fold the letter again and stuff it in my pocket, then I head up to the stairs.

     “Hazel!” mom shouts after me, making me jump and almost slip on what of the steps. I thought they were gone....

     “Yeah mom?”

     Mom comes from the dining room, holding a balloon. She laughs at me in disbelief, releasing the red balloon and leaning against the post of the stairs. “Where in the world did you pick up a boy like that?”

     “Just found him in a concert mom.” I laugh, “I didn’t know they still existed either.”

     “Ha ha,” she says, shaking her head, “well, there he is. There’s more in your room by the way. I’ll be in the garden if you need me.” She starts to walk towards the door.

     “Are we the only ones here?” I ask since the house is uncomfortably quiet.

     Mom pauses, turns to me and gives me a suspicious smile. “Oo. Dylan’s gonna sleep over at Jack’s. Si dad naman, he has this urgent meeting with some of his partners, so he’ll be late.”

     I swallow. Mom’s being—Mom; weird, fun and youthful. I haven’t seen that in a long time. Well the weirdness at least.

     “Oh, okay. Sige po,” I reply. She turns around again and finally exits the house. I stare wide eyed at the door, then I turn around as well and continue ascending the stairs.

     I slowly open my door in case a balloon hits me in the face, but there’s nothing in here. No flowers, no balloons, no baskets of some other stuff, nothing. So why the hell did mom say there’s more?

     I grumble as I head to the bathroom, thinking of what mom possibly ate or drank a while ago. I wash my hands and my face, trying to refresh myself. I dry my hands with the towel, then my face. While doing my face, I feel hands slowly creep around my waist.

     “Holy shit,” I almost shout, pulling away no—jumping away from the stranger.

     “Hazel it’s just me,” Harry says, hiding his amusement and his hands in the air. I roll my eyes and sigh deeply.

     “Please,” I breathe, “don’t do that again. I genuinely thought there was a rapist in my bathroom.” I hang the towel on the clothes rack. So that’s what mom meant by ‘more’....

     He snickers, opens his arms, and I enter them. “Sorry.”

     “Thank you for the stuff,” I mutter into his neck, “but I don’t have anything to give you.”