ambivalent | hes

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Harry's wound healed quickly, and they removed the stitches in a matter of days. The area was pink and a bit swollen, but the doctor said that would eventually go away. A couple of hours after the removal of his stitches, he could finally go home.

Once we were back at my house, we watched a couple of movies so Harry could rest for a bit.

"This is my favorite movie of all time." Harry said as Love Actually began to play.

"Why?" I asked, curious as to why it was so good.

"You'll see." He responded, smiling.

After the movie was over, I came to a conclusion as to why he liked it so much.

"So?" He asked, turning to face me.

"Well, I think that you like it so much because of the porn scene." I joked, making him laugh.

"You're right, that's the best part." He said.

I just laughed and said,

"It does have a good message behind it." I said.

"That's why it might possibly be the best movie ever." He replied.

"Agreed."

I got up and turned the movie off, then sat back down next to Harry.

"Do you need anything?" I asked.

"Just you here beside me." He responded.

I smiled, leaning in to kiss him. I intended for the kiss to be quick so I could get him a glass of water, but Harry thought otherwise. He pulled me into his lap, resting his hands on my hips. I pulled away, about to explain that I didn't want to hurt him considering he just left the hospital, but taking one look in his eyes, I reconnected our lips. He laid me down on the couch, his lips leaving mine so he could regain his breathing.

"Harry.." I whispered as he stared down into my eyes.

He smiled and said,

"You okay?"

I nodded.

He began leaving kisses down my neck, his lips trailing down to my collar bone, sucking on the skin there. I ran my hands through his hair as his hands traveled to the bottom of my shirt, slowly pushing it up, but a voice stopped him before he could continue.

"Lyla?" My mom said.

We both looked up to see my mother standing by the door, her luggage in her hands, and what seemed to be a confused expression on her face.

"Mom, I thought you weren't going to be home for two more weeks." I said, just as confused as she was.

"They let me come home early. Also, since you got fired, I had no choice. And who is this?" She put down her luggage, crossing her arms as she waited for an explanation.

"Mom, this is my boyfriend Harry." I explained, wincing as I knew I was in trouble.

"Boyfriend?" She questioned.

I nodded and she looked between Harry and I.

"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Dean." Harry said.

"It would be nice to meet you in a way that wasn't on top of my daughter." My mom replied.

I sighed and my mom said,

"Harry, I think you should go home."

"Mom, can we ju-" I started.

"No. Bye, Harry." She sternly stated.

I pulled Harry into a hug and he kissed me before whispering,

"I'll see you tomorrow."

I nodded and watched as he walked out the door.

My mom sat down beside me on the couch and I prepared myself for what was about to come.

"How old is that boy?" She asked.

"23." I responded.

She nodded, then said,

"How long have you two been dating?"

I thought for a while. We've known each other for a little over a month. I wasn't even sure when we officially started dating, because we always acted like a couple even if it wasn't completely official.

"I, uh, don't know." I said instead.

She seemed confused by my response, so she asked,

"Ok, how long have you known each other?"

"Over a month."

The conversation carried on with her asking questions about Harry and our relationship.

"Now, tell me what you did to get fired."

I explained everything, and she sighed.

"You need to find another job, Lyla. You're 19 years old, I expect better from you."

"I know, I'm sorry."

She hugged me, and I started upstairs until her voice stopped me.

"Invite Harry over for dinner tomorrow."

I nodded, suddenly feeling nervous. This would be interesting.