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Chapter 87 - Harry

Ps.: Read the first chapter of DWA, maybe? Don't forget soon DMG is over, and maybe you'll need to get attached to some other fic, so. Why not? ;)

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                                                             ●•Harry•●

“Harry, may I talk to you for a sec, love?” I was pulled away from the small talk I was having with Savanna and Davie about some sh–tty TV show by a light touch on my elbow. When I turned around, it was to face my mother with her mouth pressed into a tight line and her eyes showing some sort of guilty, I supposed.

“Sure,” I smiled fondly, turning around to let those two know I was going to leave quickly; also telling them that I would be right back.

When I went to face my mother again, she was already heading to the kitchen, smiling at some of the guests before disappearing into the white door. It only took me a few seconds to catch up and soon enough I was closing the door behind me, watching as she balanced herself with an arm pressed to a stool, back resting against the counter.

“Everything okay?” I asked after a few seconds of silence, mum doing nothing but staring at me.

She breathed out a long sigh, shaking her head slightly. “Harry, please don’t hate me,” she said first, not quite looking at me properly yet. Her loose hand fumbled with the hem of her shirt, fingers twitching nearly unnoticeably.

“What did you do, Anne?” I questioned, voice still a bit teasing. She knew I didn’t really mean it, the way her lips curved up into a small smile proving my theory. As she fell into silence again, I walked toward her, placing one of my hands on her shoulder. “Mum, c’mon, spit it out. You know I can’t hate you, don’t you?”

She finally peered up to look into my eyes, her own seeming a lot guiltier now. I was maybe starting to get worried.

“Harry, I’m really glad you finally decided to move on from that childish love of yours,” she started off, rubbing a soothing hand over the tissue on my chest, but right away I pulled away from her, assuming a defensive position at her first words.

“It was not a childish love, mum. How many times will I have to say it?” I spit out through greeted teeth, glaring at her as she rolled her eyes to the back of her head, breathing out yet another long sigh.

“Oh c’mon, Harold. For the sake of God you were fourteen. Stop making such a big deal out of it just because you couldn’t find another girlfriend after that,” she growled, taking two steps forward so we could be face-to-face again. I took two steps back.

“I didn’t want to find another girlfriend after that. And it was a big deal, but I’m not arguing that with you again! I just asked for you to respect my thoughts but you can’t even-”

“Ok, Harry. Enough of that. I didn’t call you here to talk about this again,” she cut me off, not bothering to close the distance between us this time. I arched an eyebrow and crossed my arms over my chest as if to get her to keep talking, so she did. “I called you here to talk about your new girlfriend.”

I frowned, uncrossing my arms and letting them fall loose next to my legs. “What about her?”

“I think she’s not your type, Harry. There’s something odd about her and I think you’re going to get hurt, eventually. And the last thing I want is for you to go through that whole drama again,” she reasoned, voice careful, scrutinizing my expression.