Sex Lessons [h.s// fanfic]

Chapter 45- Payne In The Ass

H a r r y 

I was both enraged as I was fervent. Liam looked at me uncertainly as he shifted lanes.

"It's too late, we're already here." He sheepishly apologised.

I stared at him boring a hole into the side of his head picturing myself smashing his big ass head through the fucking window shield.

"You fucking plotted this. You sat in your shitty room and plotted this!" I blared.

He cleared his throat uneasily as he pulled into the last lane that would pull us closer to the pick up.

I could just see her face right now, and it made me sick and upset. 

She left you.

She lied to you.

She left you with Des.

She left you alone Harry.

"Are you okay?" Liam asked after a long moment of silence and sulking.

I shook my head and rested my elbow against the arm rest of the car, curiously looking through the crowd for a full head of loose chocolate curls and green emerald eyes.

"Are you mad at me?" His voice sounded desperate and for a second I felt sorry and even guilty for blowing up him but he didn't even warn me about it, he didn't give me time to prepare for this shit. 

But you had time to prepare yourself for this in the 6 years that she left you.

"I am." I responded truthfully. "But I guess you did the right thing you shithead" I mumbled trying to tug the ends of my lips down but failed.

I saw him smirk in my peripheral vision as he unlocked the doors.

"Do you see her?" I asked turning my head to look at his face for the first time after sulking at him.

He smiled causing the crinkles by his eyes to form. He nodded towards the window and I followed.

"She's been standing right in front of your for the longest."

My heart began to pound erratically causing me to involuntarily sit upright in my seat. The woman standing alone with fading burgundy hair, withering eyes as  green as leaves was my mother. And I remember for a split second locking eyes with her for a moment, wondering why she was crying, why that oddly familiar woman was looking into me with such vigorous passion and ache. 

Why? Because she was mother.

Before I could stop myself, I hopped out of the car, almost stumbling out, and ran over to her, almost scooping her up because of height difference. I wrapped my long arms around her completely, having her break into clear sobs as she snugled into my chest. She was as warm as I remembered, she still smelled of oatmeal, sewn cloth and vanilla, and the hair spray I used to hate that she always used on fancy occasions. 

I inhaled it all nearly forgetting to breath for a moment as she sobbed into my shoulder.

I didn't care how this looked to other people, this is the shit I see in movies anyway.

She rubbed my back soothingly, trying to calm me down, more so trying to calm herself down.

"H-Harry? Is this you?" She sobbed drawing away so that she could see the face of her son.

I nodded quickly, closing my eyes as she pushed a curl away from my forehead only causing it to bounce back and for her to smile and me to chuckle.

"It's me."

"You've grown so much Harry. So, so much" She dabbed at her eyes as more tears fell.