Mommy • H.S

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spanish term; ¡oh, dios mío!,
translation: oh my god!

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"Maybe we should break the window? I would pay for the repair, are you sure you haven't got your keys?" August says, adjusting her dress.

"No, I'm sure." Harry grunts, staring at August's plump ass as she checks all the pottery for spare keys.

"Why- Why are you wearing that dress?" Harry chokes, covering it as a messy cough.

"I have an art galla to go to, for my father. I mean, I could take you. Its just you're underdressed and I don't know, its kinda strange, you aren't my kid, even though I did let you spend the night-- fuck, I'm rambling." August groans

"I think she should just break the window." Harry shrugs

"Shit, you think so?" August pants

"Yes," He smiles awkwardly, gawking at her curvy body.

"¡oh, Dios mío!." August gasps

He can feel the blood rush to his cøck, hearing her moan out a spanish term. Not familiar with such girls like her. He likes different, he loves it.

"Look, I'll just--" Harry grips a flower shaped brick in his hands banging it across the sheer glass.

"Fuck, no.. why, god, what am I doing? Are you sure this will be okay?" August asks

"Yes, its fine." Harry nods

"Okay, well, bye?" August frowns

"Um, bye." Harry smiles faintly

"Wait.. did you want to come? I'll call your mother, if you'd give me her number ..?" August asks warily

"Are you sure?" Harry tries to hold in his excitement.

"Yes, I'm sure. Give me her number?" August asks

"Come in, I left my phone in my room last night." Harry sighs, quickly walking up the stairs.

"Okay," August follows him, his house smelling of fresh linen and incense.

She's shocked, his room surprisingly clean.

"Here, I don't have a pass code, just go to the contacts and find the one that says Mum." Harry says

"Um, okay-- shit!" August gasps, whimpering that she dropped his phone on the hardwood floor.

"Fuck! I am so sorry, I'll pay for any damage." August pants

"You curse alot." Harry laughs, watching her as she picks up the phone gingerly.

"What are you laughing at! I just dropped this phone, your iPhone. Its a 6s, god, how do you even work this thing. Again, I am sorry." August groans, muttering some cuss words in espanol.

"It okay, and you don't have an iPhone?" Harry asks

"No, I have this giant Samsung." August shrugs, scrolling through his contacts she finds "Mum".

"This is weird, I'll be right back." August blurts walking away.

"Hey, honey!" Anne cheers

"Hello, no this is August, Caesers daughter?" August gulps

"Oh, hi!" Anne says

"Harry got locked out of the house yesterday and I let him stay the night. I was wondering if that was okay? I'm sorry, it was raining alot--"