Isabelle's P.O.V

I was crouched over my luggage, bringing out my toiletries. Harry was no doubt still in his room, marvelling over his belongings. Thinking about him made me smile. It must have been horrible to be without the ones you love so long...yet he was making the best of it.

Just then, there was a soft knock on the door. I turned around slowly to see Harry's mom, Anne, and my mouth immediately went dry. My first thought was of the movie 'Monster-in-Law', and I was scared that Anne had come in here to tell me how I wasn't good enough for her son. God that would've been humiliating.

But no, she just smiled sweetly at me. In a way, she kind of reminded me of Eleanor. "Isabelle darling," she cooed, "Would you mind helping me with dinner?"

I exhaled slowly, very relieved, and nodded, returning her smile, "Of course."

I stood and followed her out of the guest bedroom and down the hall, into the kitchen. The room smelled amazing. Anne gestured to a bowl of potatoes, "Would you mind starting with mashing the potatoes?"

I nodded, "Of course, it's not a problem." She grinned at me, "Oh, I'm so lucky that Harry brought home a helper like you." I'll admit, when she said that, I stiffened slightly. Had Harry brought home other girls before? I didn't want to even think about it.

I got to work, mashing the golden potatoes in the bowl. Anne was busy, her back to me, slathering dressing on the salad. "Gemma never helps with dinner, you know," she told me, "She's more of a desserts kind of girl." I just nodded, pursing my lips, not really knowing what to say to that.

"So," I tried changing the subject. This was in fact extremely awkward. Damn you Harry. "Do you make fancy dinners often?"

Anne giggled, "No dear, not exactly. Only for special occasions. This is a special occasion. Its Christmas and my baby is finally home."

I smile when she referred to Harry as her baby. "You miss him a lot, don't you?" I questioned. I peered over my shoulders at her, as she sighed and picked up the salad bowl, bringing it over to where I was, so that we could talk face to face.

"Yes," she said, frowning, "Quite a lot, actually. He's hardly ever home, and when he is, it's only for a few days. I know he misses us too, and he has an amazing career. Really, he's so privileged. But sometimes, I feel as though he isn't happy."

"He's happy," I assured her. She wiped the frown off of her face and gave me a wide smile, "Well now I know that for sure...it's because he has you."

"Me?" I asked blankly, not sure where the fuck she was going with this. She nodded excitedly, "Of course my darling. Can't you see it? He's so happy when he's around you. He loves you so much."

I blushed and looked down. "We've only known each other for a few weeks," I told her honestly, not wanting her to get the wrong idea. Anne shrugged, "So?" she asked, "Nobody can really make a good time to fall in love with someone. Just look at Romeo and Juliet. They fell in love the moment they laid eyes on each other."

"They also both ended up dying in the end," I pointed out to her, still not completely comfortable with the topic of the conversation. Anne laughed, "You've got a good sense of humour. Harry needs a girl like that. All of the others he's dated have been so uptight and serious and dramatic and just plain bitchy."

I was a little bit taken aback when I heard her curse, but that didn't stop me from laughing out loud. She smiled at me and laughed along. "See?" She said, "You're good for Harry. I can just tell. He loves you so much you know. It's obvious."

"Not to me," I admitted sheepishly.

She smiled tenderly and said, "Well it should be. Trust me, I'm his mum, and I can see it. He thinks he hides it well, but he's very mistaken." I chuckled at how sure she sounded, and couldn't help but to ponder. Did Harry love me? Probably not. Anne was probably just saying that. It wasn't actually true. I continued to mash the potatoes.

"So what are your hobbies?" Anne asked sweetly, and I was grateful that we had moved on from the subject of Harry's love. I smiled, "Well, I dance. A lot. But I'm taking a break from it this year, since I came to visit my sister."

Anne nodded, "How nice. Do you dance just for fun, or competitively?"
I chewed on my lip, not really wanting to admit that I had been to competitions before, but what the hell? It's not like Anne would drop to her knees and start fangirling over me. "Competitively," I answered honestly, "Although that doesn't mean that I don't find it fun." Anne laughed, agreeing with me. Then came the question that I knew was inevitable.

"And have you won anything before?" She asked sweetly. I nodded, gulping lightly. I really didn't like it when people knew my status in the dance world. I didn't like all the attention. "Um, yeah," I said quietly, "I'm Miss National Soloist."

"Really?" Anne asked, and I nodded, suddenly afraid that she would start bombarding me with questions, but all she said was, "Well congratulations. I'm sure you deserved it."

I smiled gratefully at her, hoping my eyes would show her how much I appreciated her coolness about it. She just nodded and turned back to the dinner. Suddenly there was a voice from the entrance to the kitchen. "Isabelle?" I heard Harry call out.

I turned around, smiling at him, "Hey. I was just helping your mom prepare dinner." Harry nodded, smiling at me, and I found it hard to believe that it was just yesterday when he'd told me that he liked me. It seemed like so long ago.

"Isn't she sweet dear?" Anne asked, smiling widely at Harry and I remembered what she'd said about missing her son. I smiled at him as he nodded in his mother's direction, "Yeah," he said, clearing his throat, "Very."

Anne grinned, obviously happy with his answer, and opened a cupboard. Once her back was to us, Harry mouthed "What?" I just shrugged and smirked, not really wanting to share the private conversation that Anne and I had began.

I turned back to the potatoes, Harry's arrival had slowed me down and distracted me.That's when I felt a pair of arms slip around my waist. Harry's chin rested on my shoulder as he watched me work. "What are you doing?" He mumbled.

"Mashing potatoes," I replied calmly, fighting a smile. God he was so cute. He pouted, and I stared at him through the corner of my eye. He was so cute even when he pouted. "Why?" He asked in a baby voice, and I couldn't help but to giggle. He pressed a kiss to my cheek and I smiled like an idiot. I glanced at Anne and found her sneaking peeks at us from the corner of her eye, smiling down at herself as she chopped vegetables.

"Because your mother asked me to," I answered, trying not to laugh. Harry sighed, "Fine, I'll wait for dinner to be ready." His arms left my waist and I immediately felt cold. He turned away but Anne nearly bit off his head, "Oh no you don't," she scolded, "You come here Harold. We need all the help we can get."

"But mum!" he whined, and she clucked her tongue, "No 'buts', darling. Come here and help your wonderful girlfriend." I blushed deeply when she said that. Harry however, didn't look fazed, and he rolled his eyes but came over to help me nonetheless.

"Fine," he groaned, "What do I do?"

"You can start by seasoning the turkey," Anne ordered, a smile playing on her lips. He groaned again and I giggled. Once his mother's back was turned, he shot me a playful glare and mouthed "You'll pay for that."

"When?" I teased, mouthing it back. In response he made his way over to me, kissing my cheek lightly. Then, against my skin, so quiet that his mom wouldn't hear, he muttered, "Later tonight."

Notes

Yes, this is the crappy chapter that I have come up with. Although I think it gives readers a good idea when it comes to Anne and what her relationship with Harry will be like in the story. The next one will be better, don't worry. I should also tell you that there will be major drama coming up soon, not right away, but soon in the next few chapters. As in MAJOR! So, fangirls, fasten your seatbelts.

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