Moments || H.S

sixty six ; american norms

(Buckle up, every story needs a villain) 

We touch down in LA 2 days before Christmas and head to August's Mother's house in a taxi. We'll be here until boxing day and then go to New York for new years, which I've been looking forward to for months. Harry had decided to come with us since spending Christmas without him would be weird and we all deserve a holiday. 

We arrive outside of the house and soon realize August's sister wouldn't be joining us this year and would just be us and Delilah. This is the first time August's Mum is going to see Delilah, since she never wants to fly to us for birthdays or Christmas's. I don't go much on her, she's not very understanding on why H is with us all the time and why he's part of our family and I don't feel like explaining to her me and Harry's relationship because it's complicated and you can only understand it if you listen, which she won't. 

"August darling, welcome home!" She says, wrapping him in a hug. That automatically bugs me, England has been his home for years and where is daughter and wife is. Why would he call this home? 

"Avery, nice to see you again" She says and hugs me. She's wearing a pink apron and her mousy brown hair is pulled back in a pony tail. It's not hard to see where Gus got his bright blue eyes from, but hers aren't kind and loving like his. They are judgmental and wrinkled. 

"And you must be my grand daughter" She says, reaching down and picking up Delilah. "God, you're so cute" 

"Isn't she?" August says proudly. 

"Hi, I'm Harry" H says shyly, standing away from us in the door way. 

"Yes, I know who you are" She says, not looking at him "Mr world famous Harry Styles"

"Yeah, just H or Harry if you don't mind" He says and I know he doesn't like his name being used like that. The title "world famous" in such a domestic situation doesn't feel right to any of us because right now he's just Harry. His fame doesn't affect this conversation at all and shouldn't be bought up. 

"I'll call you what I want in my house" She says and I sigh, turning to August who rubs his head with frustration. 

This is going to be a long couple of days. There is only one guest bedroom which means Harry is going to have to sleep on the couch with the cats. He doesn't mind, he loves cats. August's Mum got 3 cats to deal with her loneliness after her son moved to the other side of the world and her daughter stopped visiting. Hard to see why. 

We decide to go to bed early since it was Delilahs first plane ride and it happened to be to the other side of the world, but of course she had a problem with that. She has a problem with every thing, especially Harry. 

"I was going to make dinner!" She protests "And I haven't spent time with Delilah"

That's a lie, she's done nothing but talk and play with her since we got here a few hours back, while us 3 sat on the couch and watched TV. 

"Sorry, Mum" August says apologetically and she shakes her head.

"What about Harry?" She says, pointing to Harry "He can sleep on the couch" 

We all look at Harry who has been pretty quiet these last few hours, probably nervous. I feel bad for him, he just wanted to spend Christmas with us and is being dragged into arguments. 

"He can stay in my old bedroom for the few days we are" August suggests, he didn't like the idea of Harry sleeping on the small couch from the start. 

"Fine, if he must" She says dismissively and we all head upstairs. 

 I put Delilah to sleep and message Harry for a bit, who's in the room across the hall.