Falling for the Foreign | HS

Things in Common

Chapter 2

After nearly knocking Harry to the ground, I showed him around the house a little. We walked through the downstairs, basement, and even the backyard. He just wanted to see everything.

We ended the tour in his bedroom, right across from mine. He began to get his things settled, and I went back downstairs to help make dinner.

As I walk down the stairs, I can't help but think about Harry. His kind personality, beautiful face, and... well beautiful everything. He was so appreciative of the tour and said thank you more times than I can count.

I shake my head, clearing these thoughts away before entering the kitchen.

I find my mom cutting the grilled steak and placing it carefully on a plate. She's so amazing, and detail orientated.

I laugh and I look over to my dad who is cleaning the grill, right outside the glass door.

When my mom hears my laugh she looks up at me and smiles. Something about her smile let's me know she either needs something, or is about to invade my personal life. The looks are very similar.

"Haze dear, can you put together the salad?" She asks, batting her eyes a little; as if I even had a choice.

I let out a small sigh of relief, seeing as it was her need something look instead of her nosy look. I nod and pull the ingredients out of the fridge.

I set everything out and hear my mom clear her throat, "So, Harry?" I roll my eyes at her comment.

I guess she gave me both looks.

I ignore her and continue to cut up some lettuce.

My mom is always trying to set me up with guys. Even when I was young, she would try and set me up with her friends' sons.

I get it mom, I'm lonely and have never had a decent boyfriend, sorry that's such a disappointment to you.

Here's the thing, you would think she'd be against Harry and I, with him living with us and all, but of course she's doing this. I hear her clear her throat a little louder this time and I prepare myself, "He's kinda cute right?" She speaks, sending a smirk my way.

"Mom! Stop!" I scold, feeling the blood rush to my face. Ugh, I hate when she gets like this.

I keep my eyes locked on my lettuce, which is surprisingly fresh honestly. I start to cut it again when she sighs. Unnecessarily loud I might add.

"Come on Hazel, I saw the look on your face when you walked into the kitchen earlier. Tell me I'm wrong," the little pouty look she gives me isn't going to work this time.

I shake my head at her and mumble, "This conversation is over." Trying to distract myself, I throw the salad in a bowl a little too aggressive. I throw away the fallen pieces of lettuce letting out a huff. Picking up the bowl, I set it on the dining room table. I look up when I hear footsteps walking down the stairs. I meet Harry's eyes and smile up at him.

He smiles back, "Smells amazing down here," He says, leaning against the kitchen counter, facing my mom, "What are you making?" He asks in his perfect accent.

"Steak, potatoes, and some fruit," My mom replies, "Oh! And Hazel made a salad," she says, bringing the food to the table. Harry grabs the last two dishes and follows her.

She smiles and we all settle at the table, including my father who made it just in time. He really made that grill spotless. We pass around the plates and dish out the food; light conversation filling the air.