A Lost Object [h.s]

Chapter 15

Aurora

I sat quietly at one end of the table. I proceeded to eat my food as I listened in on my mother's conversation with Harry. Harry didn't seem to have any interest in the conversation at all. Maybe because it wasn't interesting. Harry looked down at his phone that was sitting on the table next to him. The phone made a buzzing sound every five minutes.

I picked up my cup, taking a long sip of my water.

"Are you a virgin Harry?"

I started to cough and choke in surprise and shock at my mother's ever so bluntly question. My mouth was still full of water. The water spilled out from my nose and mouth dripping down my mouth. I continued to cough, trying to regain control of myself. My eyes quickly flicking to my mother who was giving me a disapproving look.

"Sorry." I chocked out while still coughing. I quickly stood up from the table, making my way upstairs as fastly as I possibly could. Just when I thought she couldn't possibly be more embarrassing. My mother never fails to prove me wrong. Her actions surprise me every single day.

Who asks a person such a question. So bluntly at that. So unfazed. I went into my room, ripping multiple pieces of tissue paper from the roll before wiping myself clean. I did not want to go back down there. I was too embarrassed for him and for myself. Does she not ever think about the consequences of her actions or words?

I closed my eyes taking deep breaths in as I heard the yelling of my mother's very irritating voice. "Aurora the food is getting cold!"

I took in more deep breaths. I needed to calm myself and keep control.

"Aurora get down here!"

My hands balled into fists as I let out an aggravated groan. I swallowed my anger. It wasn't worth it. I made my way back downstairs, quietly sitting back down at my seat. My mother was busy getting something out of the oven. Harry took that as his chance to respond to the multiple text messages he was recieving just a few moments ago.

"I made brownies. Would you like some Harry?" My mother brought over a plate of brownies. She set them down on the table before sitting down herself.

"No thank you. Not a big fan."

"Oh no please, I insist. I promise you I make very delicious brownies. You'll be a fan." I rolled my eyes at my mother's persistency. The number of times I roll my eyes a day because of my mother really isn't normal. I could be at high risk of my eyeballs falling out honestly. I continued to eat the plate of food in front of me that was halfway gone.

Harry reached over, grabbing one piece of brownie from the plate. "Ok"

"Aurora, how was your first date?" I looked at my mother with confusion. Harry was not my first date. She was well aware of this as well. I don't understand why she would say such a thing. I could feel Harry's gaze on me; waiting for my response.

"That wasn't my first date mother, but it was fine."

"Fine?" She was shocked to hear me say that. What did she expect? For me to be ecstatic about a date I didn't want to be on?

"Yes fine. If you don't mind I'm going back up to my room." I stood up from my chair. I picked up my plate setting it in the sink.

"You have a guest over." No actually, you were the one that invited him in for lunch mother.

"I have homework to complete" I lied. That was the only possible way I could get out of this. I slipped out of the kitchen, walking towards the stairs.

"Take Harry with you then!"

She was already ushering Harry towards the stairs before I even had the chance to protest. I stood at the staircase for some seconds, trying to take in everything my mother does, before continuing on up the stairs.

Harry walked inside my room after me. He stood at a corner with his hand gripping tightly onto his phone. I unnoticeably shook my head. What was it with him and that stupid phone? I ignored the curious thoughts in my mind. Deciding against questioning him. Instead, I went to my bed, laying down under the covers.

"So. This is what you do all day?" I looked at him with weary eyes. Why did he care what I did all day? What he did couldn't have possibly been any better than sleeping and watching Netflix.

"Why?" I question him.

Harry walks over to the side of the bed I was facing. He stops infront of me, hesitantly sitting down at corner of the bed where my legs were.

"It seems boring." He shurgs.

I sat up removing the covers from my body.

"What, you expect me to go out and get drunk everyday like you?" I challenged.

"If I had a mother like that, definitely." He challenges back. I rolled my eyes. He did have a point, but I don't think I would be able to control myself when it comes to my mother if I was drunk. I would do things I most definitely would regret the next day.

"I don't drink."

"Mh."

Silence overtook the atmosphere of the room. Uncomfortable silence. I looked at Harry from the corner of my eyes. He looked very tired. Proving my predicament, he let out a yawn.

"What's the deal with your dad?" He suddently asks. The question caught me off guard. Why was he asking about my father?

"What do you mean?"

"He's never around." He says nonchalantly.

He wasn't wrong about that. My father is always at work. I barely see him. He leaves at noon and doesnt get back until midnight. We cross paths, but it's rarely. I'm already leaving for school in the morning while he's sleeping. And by the time he gets home I'm already asleep.

"He works."

Harry nodded, leaving the conversation at that.