Harry POV
Mine. My talented, beautiful, perfectly imperfect, stupid girlfriend. Her beautiful face marked with so many scars. How can her own dad do this to her?
The door to my room opens slowly. And I see the face of my mum appear. She looks at me and then she recognizes Jay. Laying in my arms, she sleeps peacefully. I don't want to leave her alone. Because of the puzzled expression on my mums face, I know that I need to.
Carefully I put Jays head to the side. She groans as she turns around to the other side. I stand up and walked towards my mom. Soundlessly I closed the door behind me and hope that she hadn't seen all the bruises Jay has because of yesterday.
"Good Morning Harry" she says and gives me a you're-my-son-and-I-love-you-but-who-is-that-girl-in-your-bed smile.
"Morning mum." We walked in silence downstairs into the kitchen. I thought of Jay. My baby girl. We entered the kitchen and while I sat down, she prepared a tea for me. She kinda looks uncomfortable.
My mom opens her mouth and closes it again. She knows that something is going on and I know that she wants answers ..
"Can you answer me a few questions?" oh i knew it. She places a hot cup of tea on the table in front of me and sit's down across from me.
"You're my mom, so yes you can .."
"Who is the girl?"
"Jay, my girlfriend" I state and take the teabag out of the tea. My mom gasps, making me look up and see her staring at me with one eyebrow raised.
"That's new to me. Tell me about her." she sounds interested.
"Mom I don't wan-" I took a deep breath and turned my gaze away from my mom who looked sternly at me. Wanting me to tell her literally everything there is about Jay..
"..as I said her name is Jay. She's born in Germany and moved here two months ago.." I smiled at the memory of her swearing because Louis had pushed her and Jonathan in the pool.
"You know Jonathan? She's his cousin .. If you wouldn't know her, you could think she's quite and shy but she just needs to get to know the other person.."
"She dyed her hair red because she likes to be different, she wears not much make up because she thinks she doesn't look like herself with it and it makes her look like a clown. Her words not mine.." the day we watched the movie, our kinda awkward cuddling .. where I could stroke her hair comes back in my mind. It was the first time I recognized her scars.
"I don't know why but she always laughs when I make one of my bad jokes. Never would she just give in to someone. She likes to argue with people just for fun. I can tell when she's lying and well she can see right through me.. every time. She always keeps me motivated and I can tell her everything. Mom.." I paused and looked up again to see her smiling like only a proud mother could smile. I can tell she knows.
After a few minuets she spoke but nothing that I wanted to hear.
"Are you gonna tell me what happened to her? And don't lie to me."
I looked down. tried to avoid her gaze. I couldn't stand this. I felt guilty again for letting her do that and just this one question does that to me.. I look up. She's still watching me. I grab an apple and take a bite.
"She had a fight yesterday.. A boxing fight.." was all that came out of my mouth. My mums mouth formed in a perfect "o" shape . Here we go.
"Why have you let her do that?" she scolded me. But I noticed that she tried to calm herself down.
I shrugged. I didn't know what to say. My eyes went back to the apple in my right hand. I took another deep breath and told her the truth.. Everything.
