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i forgot to put these in earlier lol, but this is the kitchen/living room area
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entry way
jordan's POV
"oh hey mom" i say sitting up a bit more
"hey guys, what are you doing?"
"haz is just visiting because he forgot his sweatshirt here" i explain
"that's great, harry would you like some breakfast?"
"sure that would be great"
she walks into the kitchen.
"does she know about your headaches?" he leans over and whispers to me
"of course she doesn't. she has enough on her plate and she doesn't need to be worrying. besides it's not that big of a deal H"
"jordan i think you should tell her" he just keeps staring at me with his dark green eyes
"maybe, i'll think about it" i pinch the bridge of my nose
we both get up and sit at the counter while we watch my mom cook breakfast. my mom makes us french toast and we start to eat.
"i see where jordan got her amazing cooking skills from mrs. jareau" harry says after a few minutes. he was always the one with the flattery
"thank you harry" she smiles at him, "jordan i need to go to a conference today and your father is at work until 6, can you run some errands for me?"
"sure mom where do you need me to go?" i ask taking another bite of the food
"i just need you to pick some stuff out for dinner tomorrow night and pick up some presents that i got for your brothers, remember to lay off your leg"
"ok do you have a list? and i will mom don't worry everything will be fine" why is everyone so worried about me? i can take care of myself. with harry and my mom sitting here it's like i have to mothers that are worrying about me
