Tidal Waves. (UNDER MAJOR CONSTRUCTION.) Formerly known as SEPOYH.

Chapter 12

Ali's POV:

Harry's mom and step-dad  both looked at me. Harry, of course, had the biggest grin on his face and was practically jumping up and down. He must be really excited to be home.

"Harry," his mom started.

Oh crap. She hates me already. God, this is awkward..

"When you said she was pretty you didn't think to include that she is in fact down right beautiful!?!"

I gasped and couldn't help but blush. So Harry said I was pretty...And his mom thought I was beautiful..What's up with the British people? Honestly, I didn't even find myself attractive!

"She's right, son. You didn't do her beauty justice," Robin, his step-dad, chuckled.

I looked at Harry, who was also blushing. I smiled seeing that he was embarrassed too.

"Well, Ali. I'm Harry's mum. Though, you can call me Anne. Come on, sweetie. Let's go inside. It's getting a bit chilly."

I smiled and followed her. She was right. Even thought it's June, it felt like almost winter. Plus, there was a nice breeze. I'm glad I packed a jacket.

We walked in the house and I was hit with a warm aroma of cinnamon and what also smelt like apples. It smelt like a pie more or less.

The inside of the house looked quite cozy too. A perfect home for a family.

"Harry, be a dear,and show Ali around. Show her where she'll be staying and then both of you wash up. Tea will be done soon."

Something i admired about Anne was her smile. Obviously, that's where Harry got his amazing smile from. She was so sweet too. I couldn't help but grin back at her.

"Thanks, Anne. Your house is lovely," I said before following Harry.

He grabbed my hand and led me up a pair of stairs. We didn't talk but I could faintly hear Anne and Robin discussing me. I heard things like, "She's a lovely young lady," and, "Harry better catch her up quick."

I blushed and was thankful Harry had his back to me. Otherwise, I'm sure I would of been teased.

"So this is the upstairs," Harry turned and spoke. We stood in a large hallway. He turned to the right, "Over there is my mom and Robin's room."

I nodded.

He then walked us to the left. "That door is Gemma's. She should be here tomorrow."

I nodded and we walked to the end of the hallway. "This is mine," he said stepping into a room. It was different from the room back in Jersey. This one had a light brown wall paint and a dark brown bed spread. It looked very cozy and even with the different appearance, it smell just like his other room. It smelt just like him. I took in a deep breath and sighed while releasing it. His smell was very comforting.

"And across the hall, is where you'll be staying."

We left his room and entered the other room. It was small and simple, but more than enough for me. The walls were a light baby blue and the bed spread was white. In the corner was a small white vanity desk and then a door that led to a small bathroom.

"Thanks, Harry," I said as he placed my bags on the bed. He turned and smiled a big grin at me.

"No problem, love."
My stomach flipped and I blushed a bit. Should it feel so right when he calls me that? I know he probably calls a ton of people that, but still. I couldn't help but feel this way.