The Boxer {h.s.}

Chapter Twenty-Seven

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"Hello Ava, this is your mother, oh shit you have caller id okay well whatever. I just wanted to call you and let you know that I'm getting out of the hosptial today. I will be staying with your dad for a few days before I settle back into my apartment. Its not ideal but it will do. I love you!" My mothers voicemail brings a huge smile to my face. A since of happiness washes over me. I wrap my arms around Harrys neck startling him.

"What did I miss?" He chuckles but hugs me back nonetheless.

"My mom is getting out of the hospital!" Harry smiles at the news.

"Thats amazing, sweetheart."

"I'm gonna call my mom brb" Harry chuckles at my text slang.

"Ttyl" Harry replys smiling. I pull out my phone finding my mothers contact and pressing call.

"Hello?" Her voice makes me feel relaxed as I sit down on Harry's bed.

"Hey mama!" I grin, enjoying talking to my mother.

"Oh hello sweety! Your father is just helping me get my things into his home. You should come by, I think P is coming over for dinner. Bring Eric also I miss that little dipshit." I laugh at mom's colorful language.

"What time? Also do I need to bring anything?" Harry walks in the room quietly grabbing some clothes out of his dresser. He mouths 'shower' to me. I nod in response.

"Well actually be here in like 20 minutes. You called me back very late missy, that Harry boy may come also your father said." I groan at my mothers short timing.

"Okay, I need to get ready. Ill see you soon. I love you." I smile into the phone. Harry hasn't left yet still in search for something.

"I love you too, darling." I shake my head hanging up. I quickly text Eric.

Me: I am picking you up in 20 be ready dipshit

Asshole: wow thanks for the warning bitch

Asshole: L O V E

Asshole: Y O U

Asshole: C U N T

I lock my phone shaking my head.

"What did your mum want?" Harry ask spinning around.

"Oh my dad is throwing like a dinner thing since my mom is out of the hospital. We're invited, but we have to be there in like 20 minutes. So chop chop boy get your little ass ready." I giggle slapping his butt.

"Wow, just wow. My ass for your information is not little." Harry points an accusing finger at me.

"Neither is mine now go we have to pick up Eric." Harry rolls his eyes and reaching a hand behind me returning the action and slapping my butt. He presses his lips to mine pecking them before going to get in the shower. I will never get used to his touch or the the feeling of his lips on my own. My lips tingle as I walk over to the dresser.

I quickly pick out my outfit. A simple gray tank-top and black skinny jeans. I put on my open toed high heel boots completing the outfit. Its december, it's going to be cold dumbass. I pick out a black cardigan laying it on the bed.

"I'm coming in" I say opening the door to the bathroom. Harry pulls back the shower curtain just revealing his face.
"Thats what he said." Harry has a cheeky grin on his face making me roll my eyes. I quickly put on some natural makeup and my eyebrows look fucking amazing, as usual.

Harry steps out of the shower in all his glory. His tone muscles glistening under the light. I swallow trying to control myself. Damn he is fine. Harry runs a towel through his hair before wrapping it around his waist. He smirks walking over to me. He pulls my into his chest by my waist.