Waking up three hour later with Harry's arms still wrapped around me. I really want to meet his mother more than anything. I want to know the real Harry. I scan his sleeping face and use my finger to move a curl of his eye.
"Harry..?" I whisper.
"Hmm.."
"Are we going to see your mum?"
"Why do you want to meet her so badly?" He says in a sleepy voice, eyes still closed.
"I don't know but I feel like you haven't seen her in years, you should at least spend a week with her." I run my fingers through his long pushed back hair.
"No, I don't think that's correct."
"Please?" Still playing in his hair then letting go.
"Not spending a week with her." He takes my hand and puts it back in his hair.
"Fine but we meet her tonight?"
"Tomorrow."
"Tonight" I press.
"Fine, okay." He sighs.
"Really?" Was it that easy? I knew he wanted to see her again.
"Yeah." He huffs.
"I'm going to get ready!" I quickly peck his cheek and jump over him to get off the bed.
I open the door and run down stairs. Perrie is sleeping on Zayn's lap while he's watching a movie.
"Zayn" I whisper from the stairs then tip toe in front of him. "Harry and I are gonna need a ride to his mum's house."
"Okay. Just get ready." He whispers back.
"Thank you!" I hug him over sleeping Perrie.
"It's no problem." He smiles. Zayn is literally the best friend every girl needs.
I run back up to the room where Harry is changing into a patterned button up shirt and black skinny jeans. He leaves a couple buttons unbuttoned where I can see some tattoos peek through.
"Should we call her?" I ask.
"No, seeing her is enough of a shocker for her." He sounds really annoyed.
"Harry... You should be happy." I dig into my bag for my black see through button up shirt along with my black leather short skirt. "Or at least fake it for her, she hasn't seen you in years."
"Fine." He opens the door and heads to the restroom. I then quickly take the chance to shut the door and change.
I then needed to fix my hair so i caught up to Harry.
"Are you done?" I knock on the door.
"You can come in." He speaks.
"Okay." I twist the door knob open. He's on his phone.
"Who were you talking to?" I curiously ask as I open my mascara.
"An old friend of mine."
"Oh that's nice!" I smile.
"Yeah, it's been years." He shuts off his phone.
"I know." I finish applying my mascara.
"Why do you wear that shit on your face? You are better off without it." He looks at me in the mirror.
"Shit? I want to look presentable for your mother." I turn to face him then shoot him a glare.
"You are perfect without it."
