A/N This is the new character, Ciara Franklin. Remember? 😂 Yes. She's the female protagonist. Enjoy. X
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Chapter 20
After my friends left, there was nothing to do so I talked to my mom.
I glided my way to the kitchen. She was doing the dishes, drying them up and settling them in their proper shelves.
"Hey mom. It feels like I haven't talked to you in centuries."
She wiped her hands from the apron and took them off, facing me, "I feel the same darling. Come on, let us set ourselves in the drawing room." Mom said with a heart-warming smile.
After settling in the room with some biscuits and cup of tea for each, mom began. "Sweety, how are your classes going on? And what about that basketball coaching?" I saw her gritting her teeth. She didn't want me to continue my training there.
"Mom." I sighed placing my hand on her warm ones. "My school is great. I don't have to back off from that coaching just because a stupid boy got in my way. Am I not that strong to handle such people?" I offered her a small smile which she returned.
She was a very pretty lady. Her hazel eyes with specks of green unlike mine which were completely hazel. Her body was petite and just by looking at her anyone can say that she is very caring.
But I had to admit, she was very fragile. She got hurt very easily. Maybe that was why she needed a person like my dad who was very strong in emotional matters. And maybe I was more like him.
"You sound so much like your dad." Mom smiled giving a light squeeze to my hand.
"Talking about him, it has been over a month since he has paid a visit here." My lips pressed to a thin line.
"He has been so busy lately that he is not getting time to catch up here. Trust me he wants to stay in here too." She explained.
I nodded my head in understanding where in reality, I didn't even get a thing. Can't he just meet us for a day? Had it been me, I would not have neglected my family.
Maybe she noticed my hurt expression. "Ciara, why would he do anything which may hurt your feelings like that? He works for your well being only right? I promise, the moment he gets time, the first place he would visit would be this house." She sipped her tea.
"If that is what going to happen." I nodded my head in dismissal.
"How is that Harry guy? I still remember the way he literally knocked down the door just for the urgency of seeing you and not forgetting, he stayed up your room for the whole night." Okay so in these matters, she got a bit playful because she knew my love life was non-existent and she trusted me too.
Like I was going to break it.
"Uh, yeah. He's good." I answered shortly.
"Why don't you talk about him much to me? You blabber so much about Nancy, Jasmine and Jason. Then why not him?" Mom tensed her eyebrows.
How can I tell about him when I don't even know anything?
"It's like, he's a very mysterious type of a person.. So I just know bits about him." I fiddled with my fingers.
"Okay. Don't stress yourself." She smirked at me.
I rolled my eyes and smiled.
After a few more minutes of talking about Harry I was waddling my way towards my room and I was dead sure I heard mom muttering "I know where it is going to go" about Harry.
As soon as I landed on my bed on my stomach, my phone beeped to a notification of a message.
Lazily, I grabbed my phone off the night stand mentally, cursing for the screen being so bright and then taking a look at the message.
Irritating Curly: Tomorrow you are having lunch with me. Be ready, I'll pick you up at 2. X
I internally blushed when I saw that 'X' where in reality he had sent it to me a million times.
Me: Okay, but where to?
I thought he must have gone so I didn't expect any quick reply. But, Harry was Harry. Seconds later my phone chirped.
Irritating Curly: That's a secret. Sshhh... ;)
I huffed and didn't consider it important to answer.
The rest of the day, I kept on thinking about where he would take me and how will I react if he will pull up a prank on me.
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Sunday
The day when we think that yes, this is the only day to enjoy and then tomorrow, Monday like a devil would be ready to eat you up.
Not only this, after enjoying Sunday like anything, you'll discover by the end of the Sunday that indeed you've forgotten to do most of your homework where in reality, throughout the day, you were just messing round and about the house.
These thoughts always clouded my mind when I lazily stare up at my own room with sleepy eyes.
Wait, I had to go today. Harry had invited me to lunch.
I looked at the clock. It was 10 in the morning. I really slept a lot.
By the time it was one in the afternoon, I had done most of my homework which Nancy kindly agreed to help for, had a good long warm shower and cleaned my body with a soap promising to kill 99.99% of the germs.
While I was lurking in the kitchen for some food, mom scared me half to death. "When you are going to lunch, why are you filling your stomach already?"
"Don't worry for that. I have extra space for it in my stomach." I smugly smiled. C'mon, having a big stomach are indeed perks for you.
"I don't even know where your food goes." She motioned at my flat, small stomach.
"Leave it mom. That's my talent."
By the time it was 2, I was ready wearing a dark grey hoodie, black slacks, a white pair of converse adding a grey beanie to my head.
I bid goodbye to my mom and saw Harry waiting for me in the compound.
"Hey Angry Bird. You look pretty." He offered me a hug which I gratefully returned.
There was something special in this green eyed, chocolate brown haired curly boy who made all the outfits look so suitable for him as if it were designed for him. He was clad in a grey t-shirt, dark washed blue skinny jeans and a jacket suited with a purple beanie.
"Let's get in the car." With that he quickly rushed to the passenger seat, opening the door for me. I muttered a quiet thanks and he hurriedly got into the driver's seat as well.
"So, where are we having our lunch?" I asked while he was turning the heater to a blast.
"Dungeon." He grinned.
"Really? That is my favorite place. I'd love to go there for the thousandth time." I dead panned.
"Suite yourself princess." He rolled his eyes and we started our journey.
On our way we talked about all shit possible. From Leonardo DiCaprio to Christopher Columbus. From Cristiano Ronaldo to Morne Morkel.
"Okay, unbuckle your seatbelt. Here we are." Harry turned the car off and quickly rushed to my side to open the door for me.
On our little walk, since I wasn't wearing much clothing, my hands were freezing cold. I had never worn much clothes in my entire life. I hated heavy clothes.
Harry shakily laced his long fingers with my short ones. I internally pouted and externally smiled at the cute gesture.
As I looked in front of me, there was an Italian restaurant called 'Don Alberto'. I had never been here so maybe Harry liked the food in here.
On entering, Harry instructed the waiter to book a table for two and again started gently pulling me with him.
The place was warm, warm with nice staff.
"So what do you want to eat?" Harry asked once we got seated and menus were placed in front of us.
"Margherita Pizza." I said without even looking at the menu. My mouth was already watering with the thought of it.
"Nice choice." He motioned the waiter to come to us.
"Ma'am, what would you like to have for your auspicious lunch?" He smiled, a bit too friendly smile but I returned anyways. This person really sugar-coated everything.
"Margherita Pizza please." I asked and he nodded.
"And sir?" Now his voice had gone a bit short and uncongenial I guess.
"Special pasta in today's list." He answered with the same coldness.
"Okay. And anything to drink?" We both shook our heads. He nodded and walked away.
"Don't be too friendly with the staff." He warned with a possessive tone in his voice.
"Why not?" I smirked challengingly.
He gave me a death glare and continued looking at the scenery out of the window.
Now handle this stupid serious Harry. I had to do something. I couldn't eat looking at this beautiful person with an ugly scowl.
With my one shoe-clad toe, I removed the shoe of other foot and shamelessly started running my leg up and down his ankle.
Quite seductively.
He choked on his water sip and I stifled a laugh looking absent mindedly at the menu.
"You don't know what you do to me. Do you?" He lowered his voice making it as sexy as ever.
With that we burst out into fits of laughter.
"Ma'am, is everything okay? Do you need something?" The same waiter rushed up to us with the orders in his hand.
I saw Harry rolling his eyes. "Um, no thanks. We're okay." I dismissed his presence.
We ate our food in absolute hysteria, stealing away bites off each other's plates and making funny faces so that we could choke on our own bite.
Finally, when the management warned to kick us out, only then we became a bit sober.
We spent an hour and a half eating and irritating.
"So, now are we parting our ways?" I asked still laughing at what we were doing back in there. We actually got kicked out because of being so loud and disturbing the other customers.
"No baby, our outing has just begun."
It was a cue for me to shut up and keep guessing that now, where were we going.
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A/N
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Until next time,
Much love,
Mohika Arya.