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"He seemed like a really nice boy.."

"He was. I felt terrible saying no, but he genuinely didn't seem genuinely ready for a relationship."

"Didn't seem or wasn't ready for a relationship?"

Harry sighs. He should've known his mum would ask something like that.

"Both, I guess."

"You guess?"

"Yes, Mum."

"Oh, honey.. I hope you two don't stop talking.. I would hate for your spirit to drop. You were always so happy talking about him.."

Harry's lips curve into a small smile. It's nice to know she still cares about him, even after all this time of little communication.

She hugs him and kisses his cheek ever so gently. "I'd love to see you two together some day."

Harry rolls his eyes. "You sound like Luke."

Mentioning Luke's name makes his eyes widen and his muscles tense a bit.

"What's wrong, darling?"

"I haven't told Luke yet.. I bolted before I could, because you know, I didn't want to. Oh man, he's gonna kill me."

"I'm sure he will be a bit upset, but he won't be very mad. He can't yell at you for your decision. It is your life after all."

"I.. I guess you're right."

"Of course I'm right, Harry, I'm your mother."

Harry laughs a little. Why he didn't expect that response is beyond him.

Maybe he'll be sad for a bit, but he'll get over it. If Louis doesn't want anything to do with him anymore, he can just move on. There are plenty of other people out there. He'll be alright.

It'll be alright.

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Author's Note: Queen Anne has made her appearance!

Gosh, I love that woman.

Okie dokie, so I made up my mind. There will be eight more chapters after this one, and a list of everything I tried to hit.

Since I'm already babbling, thanks a million for 2,000 reads. It may not be much in Wattpad standards, but if you really think about it, that's a really freaking big number and I am very happy to have it.

I love each and every single one of you, and I will see you next week. ♥

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