First Love // H.S.

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2 months later

'Amsterdam?' Mum asks surprised when I tell her the news I got scouted at a Victoria's Secret company in Amsterdam.

'Yes, Amsterdam! Can I go?' I ask excitedly.
'But why in Amsterdam? Why not here? Are you sure it was Victoria's Secret?' Mum asks.

'Yes, I'm sure! And I don't care it's in Amsterdam, I've always wanted to visit that city, and guess what?' I say.
'What?' Mum asks.

'One Direction is performing there when I have to go there.' I tell.
'Really? What a coincidence.' Mum says.
'So, can I go?' I ask hopeful.
'I don't know, Olivia. Can't you bring a friend? Maddie or something?' Mum asks, frowning. I frown too while heavily shaking my head.

'Isn't it time you cut her some slack? She's probably really sad right now.' Mum says.
'I know that she is, and I tried to talk to her, but she straight up started yelling at me and calling me a slut.' I tell. Mum nods as a sign she understands.

'Okay, you can go.' She says.
'Really? Thank you so-'

'On one condition.' She interrupts me.
'Yes?' I ask.
'I'm coming with you.' She says. I frown and shake my head in protest.

'I'm coming to see my son and future son-in-law.' She continues. I laugh.

'Future son-in-law? What?' I ask.
'Harry.' Mum explains.
'Yes, I understand you're talking about Harry. Do you really think I'm gonna marry him?' I chuckle in unbelief.

'I hope so. I love Harry.' Mum answers.
'Me too.' I reply.

'So, is that condition okay? Still wanna go?' Mum asks, changing the subject.

'Absolutely. Just don't embarrass me. And don't tell Harry I'm coming to see him in concert. I want to surprise him. And if you're gonna tell Louis, tell him to keep his mouth shut. Or I'll do it myself. Yes, I'll do it myself.' I tell.

'I'll tell Louis to not say anything to any of his bandmates.' Mum says.
'Good! Thanks mum. I love you.' I tell.
'I'll make sure we're close to stage, just have to make a few phone calls.' Mum says.
'You're the best mum a daughter could ever wish for, I fucking love you!' I exclaim.

'Yes, I love you too, but watch your language!' Mum preaches warningly.
'Sorry!' I answer.

*

And a few days later, I'm walking through the streets of Amsterdam with mum, a few hours before the concert.

This city is so cute. The houses are so tiny and cute, and the canals make the city really remarkable.

'Mum, can we go to that store? Please?' I ask whiningly when we pass a store called De Bijenkorf. Mum chuckles.

'Whenever I go anywhere with you, you're like a little girl again. Of course we can go to that store.' She says.
'Yes, I love you!' I exclaim excitedly, rushing inside the store.

'How do you even pronounce the name of this store? The Bayen-' I wonder out loud.
'The Bayenkorf?' Mum wonders with me.
'What does it even mean? Does it have something to do with bays?' I ask.
'No, bees. I think.' Mum answers.

As we walk through the store, we realize it's too big to call a store. It's more likely a whole mall in a store. There's so many floors and different rooms.