Mommy • H.S

twenty seven ;;

excuse any typos

unedited

Droopily, August makes lunch, making many phone calls due to her ex-husband's return. Harry, who sits and watches television, unhappy that he has to have a helper to take care of him today.

"Baby, here, I heated you up some take out." August sighs

"Mommy, don't leave please. I'll be a good boy." Harry whines

"I'm sorry, I just, you get all ansty and annoyed and I don't think you want to sit in a office for four hours." August sighs

"What's the guys name?" Harry grumbles, folding his arms.

"Zack— Zayn. That's his name. He is one of my parent's, friends, son." August explains

"Ugh." Harry groans

"Don't be a ass." August scoffs, kissing his lips gently. Licling his botton lip, biting down on the soft flesh.

"Mm." August moans, softly as she pushes her tongue into Harry's mouth, kissing him deeply.

"Don't.. go." Harry whines

"Be a good boy for me." August whispers

"You, be a good mommy and stay." Harry pouta cutely, his cheeks slightly flushed.

"No, no, no, you're not gonna seduce me." August chuckles

"But I am." Harry smirks

"Nope." August smirks, kissing his cheeks. Climbing on his lap, hugging him tightly.

"I love you Harry." August sighs, kissing his hair.

"I love you, August." Harry sighs, rolling his eyes playfully.

The house fills with a loud ring, indicating that Zayn has arrived.

"Don't leave." Harry whibes loudly, wrapping his arms tightly around her.

Squealing, she tried to pull away.

"Let go!" August laughs

"Fine, I don't like you." Harry huffs, his large sweater puffing up ad he folds his arms harshly.

"Youu love me." August says, shaking her bum in front of him. His hand lands down on her ass, giggling she walks over to answer the door.

"Hello, I'm August." She smiles

"Yes, I remember you. I love your work." Zayn chuckles

"Happy to hear. This is Harry." August smilea, gesturing to a flustered, angry Harry.

"He is very stubborn, just so you know." August smirks

Harry sticks out his tongue at her. Smiling, she shakes her head.

"He has to take his new medication, at five and another at eight. But I think I'll be back before eight. If he's hungry, you can make him a sandwhich theres stuff in the fridge, or you can heat up some food or something. Whatever he wants." August says

"Alright." Zayn nods

"Please, assist him if he wants to go upstairs, or to the bathroom or anywhere." August nods, Harry examines her body. Her jeans hugging her legs firmly as well as her white shirt hangs from her shoulders, framing her breasts.

"Um, if he's giving you any trouble just call me." August smacks her lips, nodding

"Alright, sounds grand." Zayn smiles

"Bye, baby." August says, kissing Harry on the cheek.

"Bye." He grumbles

August, grabs her purse and starts to head out the door.

"I'm hungry." Harry states

"Okay, what do you want?" Zayn smiles

"Chips." Harry huffs

Zayn nods, heading off into the kitchen his boots clinking against the hardwood floor. He returns with a bag of, lays chips.

"Thanks." Harry sighs

"No problem mate, you must've been gutted when you broke ya legs. It's horrible, can't walk." Zayn breathes

"You get used to it, I have a couple more months in these things." Harry shrugs

"How severe was it?" Zayn asks

"Not bad, I just landed on my legs from a like, really high away and my knee cap kinda shifted. On both legs, so I have to wear these until the small cracks in the knee cap heal." Harry sighs

"Wow, sucks mate." Zayn scoffs, scratching his beard.

"She looka different." Zayn says

"Who? August?" Harry asks

"Yeah, last time I saw her, she had blonde hair and she seems shorter but maybe that's just me." Zayn laughs

"Maybe." Harry shrugs

"Why is your hair blue?" Harry asks

"Why isn't your hair blue?" Zayn chuckles

"Joking, um its a pastel blue.. I don't know, it looks okay, yeah?" Zayn asks

"On you, yeah." Harry shrugs

"Thanks, you'd look good as a blonde." Zayn nods

"Maybe." Harry chuckles

"So, that's your mum? God, I didn't know she had a son." Zayn says, with wide eyes

"No, I'm not her son. Me mum is close friends with August." Harry says, munching on his chips.

"Mm, nice." Zayn nods

"So, why is she with you? If you don't mind me asking." Zayn coughs

"Because," Harry rolls his eyes, "Zayn me mum went out of town and August volunteered to take care of me." Harry shrugs

"That's nice." Zayn smiles

"Definitely." Harry sighs

Suddenly, the door is pushed open.

"Hi, sorry, I forgot the divorce papers. Fuck." August groans, rushing in upstairs.

"August!" Harry shouts angrily, whining

August, hurriedly scoops up the divorce papers she got earlier this morning.

Her boobs bounce as she hurries down the steps.

"Mommy." Harry whines

"Look, baby, I'll be back. Don't be an ass." August smacks her lips, walking towards Harry who's holding out his arms.

August looks at Zayn warily.

"Kisses." Harry puckers his lips, obviously not caring about Zayn.

August, groans, pressing his lips into Harry's. Harry pushes his tongue in her mouth immediately. Moaning, he pulls August towards him, relaxing into the kiss.

"Harry—"

Harry grips her shoulders, Zayn shifts uncomfortably.

"I have to go." August smooches his lips once more.

Leaving out the door, she sighs.

"Wow.. that was, weird." Zayn coughs

"Too bad!" Harry yells