Mature. Viewer Discretion is advised.
*The people inside of this work are FACE-CLAIMS. This has no correlation to any IRL individual.*
*This is messy plot. Made when I was a teen. Beware.*
The story of a young woman who finds her style, self worth...
"Her bone structure screams touch her! Touch her! And she's got the curse of curves..." ♫ Curse of Curves by Cute Is What We Aim For. TW: Homophobia.
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"Hello... mother."
Ugh. Commence the gush, in three, two...
"Oh, my babyyy, my Harly-bear, I missed you!"
And... there it is. My suicide note will be signed, Harly Bear, and I swear to fucking god, this woman is getting an extra special shout out.
"Come here, come here!" The second the door opened my mother flung me into a claustrophobic, extra pressure hug and gave me enough kisses to have me turning green and gagging at Cher over her shoulder.
She just laughed.
"I missed you so much!" Anora pulled away, grabbing my face with both hands to squeeze my cheeks, "My goodness, look at that face! You're all grown up. So many... tattoos and... wow, you're really..." She scanned my figure and lost her train of thought.
She shook it away and came back to my face, "But you've still got those chubby cheeks!" She clicked her tongue, sounding on the verge of tears.
"How have you been, son? You keeping a healthy diet? You told me you have a good job, you must--"
"For fucks sake, pleasantries later--could we just come inside?" I complained, gesturing to the house.
"Language, Harlow. Nikolas!" She ignored me and gave Niko his fair share of attention.
"Choke me out." I whispered to Cher, "Quickly now!"
"Hush, Harly-bear."
"You look dashing, sweetheart. I missed you very much." Anora gave Niko a smile, her soft wrinkles much more set in than I last remember.
Her eye caught onto Zayn, "And who might you be?"
"A friend. He's tagging along." Niko nodded.
"Couldn't miss out on a free meal and a chance to meet Harlow's mother. I do hope you don't mind. Zayn." He held out his hand.
