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normani's POV
around 1 harry and i took a trip to his mom's house.
"i think my sister is going be there too," he grinned out the window before turning left down his moms street.
just as he said Gemma's car was parked in front of his moms house.
"mani can I be honest with you?" he asked after putting the car in park.
"of course"
"I'm a little nervous.." he chuckled.
"nervous? to see your mom? seriously?"
"what? it's been 6 months.. maybe a little longer than that.. she actually might not know about me leaving for six months.." he nervously pulled his bottom lip in between his thumb and pointer finger.
"harry..." i sighed, he turned to me with worry in his eyes.
"just promise you won't say anything please?"
"you want me to lie to your mom? a woman who's known me for almost a billion years, who can tell that I'm upset just by examining my face?"
"oh come on, she hasn't seen you in forever and you wouldn't be lying, she isn't going to ask you what I've been up to.."
i rolled my eyes and followed him up the front porch to knock on the door.
"haaaaarrry," his mom brought him into the longest hug possible as soon as we walked in.
"and normani, how beautiful" she hugged me and then stood harry and i next to each other.
"look at you two, you've grown so much i.." her eyes started to water and she gasped, "stand right here let me a take a picture!"
"oh mooooom noooo." harry whined. I giggled as anne ran into the kitchen and came back holding her phone. this was just like middle school and high school.
"look at your mom harry she has an iPhone 6, that's better than your phone," i nudged him with my elbow.
"well sorry i was training in th-" he stopped mid sentence and began coughing. I smirked at him and laughed.
"okay okay now.. smile in 3...2..." anne's phone made the cheesy camera sound.
"perfect," she looked at the phone and then us, "awwwww my baby," she pinched Harry's cheeks and he squirmed away.
"where's gemma?" he walked through the house calling her name.
"normani, come with me." his mom grabbed my hand and pulled me into the kitchen, "i was just preparing lunch, care to help?"
"sure," i walked over to the sink and washed my hands.
"it's so good to see you and harry are still friends," she smiled at me warmly.
"of course, why wouldn't we be?"
"no no dear, not saying you wouldn't be I just.." she placed down the knife she was using to cut the chicken and sniffled.
my eyes grew wide once I realized she was crying and I walked over to her. I hugged her and asked what was wrong.
"harry hasn't been home since February for his birthday and these last few months I've called and got no answer, I just.. did I do something wrong?" she sobbed into her kitchen towel.
"no no no," I shook my head, "you know harry. mr. independent," i laughed a little.
"you're right," she nodded with a laugh. "he was so excited to be out of the house when you found that town house," she smiled at the memory.
I nodded my head and continued to rinse the lettuce she'd handed me.
"it's just I miss him so much, he's my only boy, he's everything." she smiled.
"i know what you mean," i nodded and i did. when harry was gone i felt a sense of emptiness. my best friend wasn't there to argue with me over dinner or cuddle with me when it was storming.
"hey normani," gemma popped into the kitchen with harry following right behind her like a lost puppy. his arms were around her and his head on her left shoulder.
"can someone please pry this thing off of me," she laughed.
"i missed you gemma," he whined.
"yeah yeah missed you too," she finally pushed him off and gave me a hug.
"how do you deal with him 24/7?" she rolled her eyes at harry would was now poking his sisters arm.
"that's what best friends do," anne laughed.
"yeah," harry glanced his eyes up at me, "best friends."
we smiled at each other and continued to help his mom make lunch.
this is so awful I'm going to vomit
something good is about to happen i just didn't wanna get over excited and rush into it ok so bare with me lol
you're all beautiful, ily so much
