Enchanted N.H

Chapter 25

My mother had persuaded me to take the day off so we could do some mother-daughter bonding.
I didn't even have the time to listen to Nialls playlist or to respond to his messages about his new music and how excited he is about it.
Since my mother refused to take the bus or the underground we are now seated in a taxi on our way to a breakfast place that she picked out.
The ride is filled with her talking about the most recent ones of her boyfriends that she just dumped after he allegedly cheated on her with a waitress at their favourite restaurant.
"The worst thing is I can't go back to the restaurant without thinking about this b*tch", she huffs in annoyance and looks at me waiting for me to respond to her rambling like always.
"I am sorry that must be hard", I try and she takes my hand with her long, skinny fingers.
"I knew you would understand, especially now that you have had your own taste of the life of the rich", she smiles and I pull my hand back.
"How many times do I have to tell you that I love Niall not his money or his fame?", I groan.
"You will see my darling, you will see", she mumbles completely ignoring what I just told her.
But this is what she is good at, only hearing what she likes to hear and only believing the things she wants to.
We pay the taxi driver and hop out of the car on to the busy London streets.
"In Munich the people aren't that hectic", my mother complains when she has to move out of the way for a young man that hurries down the street, clutching his bag to his chest.
Most of the times I just ignore my mothers comments because it is easier that way and most of the times it's fine because she doesn't even want a response from me.
The waiter that leads us to our table is shamelessly flirting with my mother who is  enjoying the attention she gets with every little bit of her body.
"If you would do a little more with your hair and had a steady workout routine the boys would be drooling over you love", she remarks when the waiter has finally left us to get our drinks and food.
"Yeah probably but the thing is mom, I don't need the boys to be drooling over me because I have a boyfriend", I answer back and regret agreeing to her mother-daughter bonding,there is just so much unsettled between us.
The right kind of bonding for us would probably be some kind of family therapy or just to properly talk to each other and not spend the day in fancy restaurants and shops in London.
I know I need to be the one telling my mother that we need to solve the problems we have but I just can't bring myself to do it.
Maybe because I am still hurt that she chose countless boyfriends over her me, her only daughter.
Maybe because I had any kind of confrontation.
The food arrives and we eat our breakfast in silence that is only broken when the waiter comes to our table from time to time to ask if we would like something else.
"We should ban the word boyfriend or partner for the rest of the day and just focus on us, how does that sound?".
I am surprised at my mothers suggestion but I agree, this will not prevent any future fights but I can at least leave Niall out of the drama that is always going on between  me and my mother.
She reaches for my arm when we walk out of the restaurant and I let her hold on to it while strolling through the always busy streets.
We walk into a shop for interior design because my mother wants to give me a housewarming gift.
There is no way for me to persuade her not to give me a gift because she has already made her mind up about it.
Determined to find me a suitable gift for the house that isn't even mine she storms off and leaves me in the cutlery section.
"You are Vicky right?", a quiet voice speaks up behind me and I turn around to see a girl with honey blonde hair and deep brown eyes, smiling shyly at me.
"Yeah I am", I answer wondering who she might be.
"I am a huge fan of Niall and you are so gorgeous and I love seeing you two together", she nervously mumbles without meeting my eye and I blush at her cute compliment.
"That is incredibly nice of you", I smile and when she asks for a picture I gladly take one with her.
"My mom is waiting for me so I have to go but thanks again for being so kind", she smiles and I give her a quick hug before she skips away.
I feel like I am floating when I walk through the store in order to find my mother.
The concept of people idolising celebrities never seemed logical to me but after I started dating Niall and looking through some fan accounts on Twitter and Instagram I started to understand why people dedicate so much of their time for people they have never met in their lives.
Celebrities they have never met make them feel happier than the people right in front of them.
Part of me wants to tell my mother about the friendly encounter I had with the girl but I know she wouldn't understand the excitement I feel about it.
"Victoria over here", my mother beckons me over where she is standing pointing at a statue of a big dog with green gemstones as eyes.
"It would fit perfectly into your living room",  she smiles happily.
"It looks horrible and Niall would hate it", I exclaim and she looks hurt at my outburst.
"Sorry mom but it's not his style and not mine either I am sure it would look good in your house", I quickly try to calm her before she gets upset.
"Fine let's find something else then", she murmurs and heads into a different section of the store.
Eventually she picks out a big, black vase made out of glass that I could potentially hide in a spare room if Niall dislikes it.
My mother charms the young man working to deliver the vase to Nialls House and  dismisses all my doubts about giving away Nialls address.
"Let's go get you some new clothes, you know since you are now part of Londons high society, you need to dress like it from time to time".
"Mom, you haven't bought me new clothes since I was 15 you don't need to buy me anything", I attempt to change her mind.
"I have the money and I want to give you something, spoil you a little while I am here, you are still my little baby", she insists and takes my arm, leading me back out on to the streets and to another store of her choice.
I am taken aback by her words, I cannot recall the last time she called me her baby and I don't know how to react.
"Do I have something on my face or why are you looking at me like that?", my mother asks and starts wiping the corners of her lips before I stop her.
"No, nothing is wrong", I dismiss her with a small smile and she nods, too occupied with window shopping.
I watch her a little more careful this time not wanting me to catch her again.
She is pretty, a little smaller than me and thin like a topmodel, her hair is dyed a dark brown and she holds herself like she knows her worth.
She seems so distant and I feel like I don't even know her anymore even though she talks non stop about everything.
I wish we had a better relationship, I really do but it is hard work and I need her to work on it with me.
Otherwise we will probably never have a normal mother daughter relationship and I know that someday both of us will deeply regret.