"We'll that was a lovely brunch." Harry says while looking at me.
He takes off hi headband to shag his hair around.
"Yeah, it was fun. What do you want for dinner later? I can cook." I offer.
"How about I cook." Harry demands.
"Why?" I ask.
"Because I want to do things for you. I want to be the man that does anything for you." Harry says reaching for my hand.
I allow him to hold it.
"That's sweet." I say looking into his deep green eyes.
"Of course." Harry says.
We finally get to his apartment and it's 3. What should we do for the rest of the day?
Harry opens the door and puts his black coat by the same place as always.
"What do you say we invite my mum for dinner?" Harry asks me.
"That's fine." I say looking down.
"What's wrong?" He says scratching his arm.
"Nothing. Just thinking of my mom." I say rubbing my arm as well.
"You guys haven't talked yet?" He asks walking over to me.
"No, not since she kicked me out." I say.
"Maybe you should go to your house and talk. It would be best for you." He says.
"But I want to be here." I say.
"Just go. Would you rather do it now or do it when the baby's born?" He says harshly.
I know he's right but I don't feel like being yelled at by her right now.
"Okay..." I say.
I grab my bulk sweater and put it on.
"I'll see you later."
"Aren't you going to kiss me goodbye?" Harry smirks at me.
"No." I say closing the door.
Why would I kiss him for? We're not even dating. Were not a couple. Besides, he never once asked me on a date.
I get to my house, almost forgetting what it looks like.
I knock on the door and my mom answers it.
"Hi." I say freezing.
"Come inside." My mom says pulling me inside.
"Are you alright?" She asks patting my face.
"Yes mom, I'm fine." I say while she's smothering me. I miss it.
"Stella I'm really sorry." She says and means it, I guess.
"It's okay mom. I'm sorry too." I say. We hug each other and she starts to tear up.
"Don't cry." I say looking at her.
She grabs a tissue and dabs under her eyes.
"Lets talk." She says walking in the dining room.
I just noticed that when we "talk", we go to the dining room. It's sort of funny.
"How are you? How's the baby?" She says still dabbing her eyes.
"We're fine." I say rubbing my stomach.
"I still can't believe your pregnant Stella. If anything your sister would be before you." She says huffing with a smile.
"How is she anyways? Has Aleah talked to you?" I ask her.
"She's still in California, but she's coming home for a few months! I forgot to tell you!" My mom says gasping.
My sisters older than be by a year. She also looks nothing like me and my mom.
She has long light brown hair and brown eyes.
She moved to California for school and a better life, she doesn't like NY.
"She's coming! That's great when?" I say with excitement.
"She's coming in 2 months." My mom says.
In two months, I'll already end my first trimester.
Then I'll start to get bigger and bigger. Great.
"Does she know mom?" I ask very softly.
"About your pregnancy? No. It's only been a week and a half. Do you want to call her?" She asks me.
"Not now." I shrug.
"I can't do it."
"Alright. How about we go her our hair done or something. Like a small girls day. You could invite Taylor." She offers.
I haven't done one thing for myself since I found out I was pregnant. Harry went out. I didn't. I just stayed home.
"Alright that sounds fun. Let me call Taylor and tell her to meet us at that spa downtown." I say.
My mom smiles.