HALF A HEART

We walked quietly making jokes to ourselves and laughing. It was like we'd been dating for months and had known each other our whole lives and I loved it.

All of a sudden he became serious, "Annie do you have a good relationship with your family?" He asked me keeping his eyes glued to the path in front of us.

"Well my dad died when I was little and ever since then my mom has been really focused on her job so she doesnt really interact with me very much. My aunt told me that im a lot like my father and it hurts my mom to even look at me. Long story short she avoids me if possible and I do the same." I shrugged. I wasnt lying though I wished I was.

"And do you have any siblings?"

"Nope. It's just me."

"Im sorry." He said

"Dont be. It's not your fault."

We walked in silence for the majority of the walk back but I was okay with it. I really enjoyed spending time with someone and not having to talk in order to enjoy myself. We got to my driveway and I handed him is jacket back.

"Goodnight Harry. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Alright." He smiled, "but hey. My group of friends is having a movie night tomorrow do you wanna come?"

"Sure. I'd love to." I said feeling my cheeks turn red from excitement. I was very thankful it was dark out and he couldnt see the coloring of my cheeks.

He smiled, cupped my face with his large warm hands and slowly pulled me closer. His lips pressed against mine like the snow floating to the ground around us. It almost tickled. I balled his shirt in my fists and pulled him closer, forcing our mouths together more. Once again, he weaved his fingers through my curls as his kiss intensified. I could feel his heart begin to beat faster under my now flat hands against his toned chest. He stepped back all of a sudden.

"Goodbye Annie. See you tomorrow." He said without looking at me.

I watched him walk a few houses down and disappear down his own driveway (thats not creepy right). I jogged into my house and the smell of spaghetti sauce wafted up my nose and gave me the chills. I LOVE spaghetti.

I strolled into the kitchen and sat down at one of the island chairs and watched my mom cook like i used to do when i was little.

"Hi honey" my mom said without turning around. It was truly creepy how moms could do that...

"Hi Mama. Do you need any help?"

"I'm almost done. You can set the table in the dining room if you'd like."

"Sure."

"Oh and honey! Set the table for four. We've having dinner with my boss and his son tonight. Put on something nice dear."

I shrugged, set the table for four and jogged up to my room. I didn't know what my mom's definition of "nice" was so i guessed. I took out an ivory skirt with pale rose colored sequins scattered sporadically. I accompanied the skirt with the same colored blouse as the sequins. It was long-sleeved and the sleeves were lace but the rest of the shirt was solid colored.

I came downstairs and walked as perky as i could into the dining room, pretending i was actually interested in this dinner. I stepped through the doorway and stopped short.

"Oh honey," my mom said, "i'd like you to meet Mr. Styles and his son Harry."

Notes

I know this chapter is incredibly short! Sorry!! Rate and Subscribe!! <3


~JoseyWhite