Ever Since New York - Harry Styles

twenty six

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Bleu Jones

Anne pulled up to a small cute home in a suburban neighborhood that was only about a half hour from Harry's home.

"What is this place?" I asked her as I exited the car and grabbed my belongings.

"My home down here." She answered with a smile as she opened the door to the home.

"I thought you stay with Harry." I replied as I made my way through the lovely home, "Wow."

"Gorgeous, isn't she?" She commented as I marveled at the home. "But, yes I do stay with Harry but sometimes I like to come to LA when he's not here and don't like to stay in that big house of his. Or if I ever need to get away from the idiot."

I snickered, "This house might come in use to me."

She extended her hand to me and I took it and allowed her to drag me to the kitchen. "I am going to show you how a mother should treat their daughter. Now, it's time for us to cook a lovely dinner together."

I smiled at the kind woman, "Thank you Anne. I don't deserve you."

She shook her head, "By the end of this trip, you won't think like that."

"Why are you leaving tomorrow? Where am I supposed to go?" I asked as I remembered the details she told Harry.

"Well I need to spend time with my son since he's going to be overwhelmed with work with his new album after the New Year, and you need some time to yourself so you're staying here when I leave." Anne answered, opening the fridge to see what was in there.

I nodded, "What do you think I should do.....Anne?" I wasn't sure what she wanted me to call her.

"You can call me mum if you want sweetheart." Anne chuckled, "And do you want my honest opinion?"

I nodded so she began to talk again as she grabbed ingredients for creamy pasta pomodoro. "I think you should give him a chance. Not just because he is my son, but because I see how in love you two are."

"But it's all a bit fast, no?" I asked as I took the tomatoes, garlic, and other ingredients to make the marinara sauce.

Anne began to cook the pasta as I did the sauce. "Sweetheart, there's no specific time on falling in love. Some people know right away, while it takes years for others. When I met Robin, Harry's stepfather, I knew instantly that I loved him."

"Why isn't he here?" I asked.

"He's not doing well with his cancer. Harry didn't tell you?" She asked.

I shook my head, "No, he told me that his stepfather wasn't doing well, I just didn't know it was bad enough that he couldn't travel. That's my fault, I'm sorry."

She swatted my arm, "Apologize one more time I dare you."

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Anne and I sat on the couch in the living room, each with a wine glass in hand as Marvel movies played but we were barely listening.