Living in the big city is what you've known for a long time. You weren't every guys' ideal type, but you had a pretty face. Not confident in yourself, you let reading and college take over your life. Being the hard working student that you are, you...
Grabbing our bags, I follow behind Stephen towards the house. He knocks on the door making sure it's loud enough for them to hear.
Hearing shuffling on the other side of the door. The door unlocks, and it slowly opens up. An older woman opens up the door smiling widely.
I could already tell she was Stephen's mom. Same brown hair, and those captivating green eyes.
She was slim with nicely proportionate curves for an older woman. She had to be around 5'8, but she was overall beautiful.
" 'Allo me boy. We missed you. Come in 'ere." She smiles engulfing him in a hug. She pulls him inside, and I follow behind them.
The house was neatly decorated, and there were many family photos that hung around the walls. Walking Stephen into the living room, I see a whole bunch of people.
"'endry finally came back to visit, man" A guy that had similar features to Stephen grins at him. I was guessing that was his brother. They give each other a hug, patting each other on the back.
"'endry, who's yor mate right 'ere, isit? I thought yer said yer was bringin' yor girlfriend. Wasn't it Grace?" His mom asks him.
I was really confused, I couldn't understand what they were talking about. I mean, I understood some of the things that were being said, but overall I was lost.
At times I even had trouble understanding what Stephen said to me, because of his accent.
But honestly it wasn't as thick as his family's. I guess due to living in Barcelona, he learned how to turn it on and off. I don't know.
Standing there awkwardly, I look down biting my bottom lip. Stephen looks at me, then at his mother.
"No mum. Me and Grace broke up a year ago. This is me girlfriend ____." Stephen's accent was more thicker, I could tell he felt more at home.
"Oh. Yer know I don't keep up wiv yor relationships. Grace were such a nice girl though." Shrugging her shoulders, she turns towards me smiling.
"'Allo. I'm 'endry's mum, Olivia. Nice meetin' yer." I was a little hesitant at first, but I return her smile.
"Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Hendry." I greet her back.
An hour later, we settled into Stephen's old room. I had saw old photos of him when he use to play soccer or 'football' as it's called here.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
