Consequences *Harry Styles&Niall Horan fanfic* COMPLETED

Chapter Twenty-Nine.

The plane ride back home was an uncomfortable one to say the least. I barely got any sleep. Whenever i would try my thoughts were haunted by Niall, I could still feel his lips on my body, his hands in my hair as he tugged on it while pounding me from behind, his panting while he thrusted deeper inside of me. I guess my detox wasn't going to well thst the next best thing for me to do if I wanted any sleep was to get plastered and fall asleep.

The flight then flew by so quickly I could swear I had just closed my eyes when the flight attendant woke me from my booze filled slumber to tell me we arrived in my hometown of Texas. As I exited the plane I was met by my eccentric mother, Neha. She stood at 5, 9 feet, with long limbs from her years of performing in ballet in NYC after coming from India. She became the first Indian ballet dancer to headline on Broadway before becoming pregnant with me and getting married to my father did she leave it all behind to become a wife and mother. Her long hip length black locks was secured tightly in a bun on her head, her almond shaped green eyes were filled with glee at the sight of me as I walked closer to her. "Ashanti! My sweet girl." she said extending her arms causing her bracelet to make a loud clank. "Hello mommy." I said smiling as we embrace. She smells of home and delicious Indian home cooking making my stomach clench and my mouth water. "Oh my bitia." She says kissing my cheek "You look so beautiful."

"Thank you mommy." I said holding her hand. I feel her give it a squeeze and whince. Here we go.

"Ow bitia. What is oh my god." She exclaims holding my hand up and gazing down at my ring with a shocked expression. "Ashanti..are you?"

"Yes mommy. Harry proposed.... I said yes."

"Oh my goodness! Bitia!!" My mother hops up and down with such grace as she holds back her tears and her screams of joy with her hand covering her mouth. "My bitia is engaged. Are you pregnant as well?"

"No mommy" I laugh "Strictly engaged."

"Well...two out of one isn't so bad. Oh your father is going to be so surprised." She squeals linking her arm through mine as we walkinto the airport to retrieve my bags.

"Daddy's here?"

"Mhm. When you texted me that you were coming home he came as soon as he could to see his girl."

I smiled from ear to ear. Despite my parents bitter divorce they still put their differences aside for me and my siblings. Family always comes first to my mother's Hindi side and my fatgers Jewish side. No matter what was happening you always put your family first. "I can't wait to see him. Is he at the house?" I asked grabbing my bags from the convetor belt.

"Not yet. He'll be there tonight with you sister Naima and Aishwarya."

"Oh my god. I haven't seen them since their weddings." I said with a lump in my throat. My older sisters have moved back to Dubai when they got married and I haven't seen them in years. I missed them desperately.

"I know. You will see them tonight. Come. Time to go home. I made your favorite."

Gasping I say "Kofta?"

"Mhm and Baigan Bharta and Biryani" she says with a grin as we get into the taxi.

"Oh mommy I love you." I said laying my head on her lap as she strokes my head.

"I love you to Bitia. What's this mark on your neck? It looks like a hickey. Have you and Harry gotten too...frisky?"

Looking up at her I brush it off "Its nothing mommy." I said shutting my eyes.

Moments later my mother shakes me awake. "Bitia, welcome home." She smiles at me. I sit up and look at my home and feel the warmth wash over me. All worries, fears, indiscretions disappear. I'm home and free of Niall.