Smoked Success

40.

"I got a tattoo here too," I admit. This one's huge, it's a quote that goes vertically across the left side of my back.

"It's in Arabic." He points out.

"Yes, it is." I nod.

"I hope you don't mind what I'll do next." He gets closer to me as if we weren't close two minutes ago, and he moves my bra's band to see the letters under it. "But are we really starts trying to lighten the dark. That's beautiful."

original quote : ولكن هل نحن حقا نجوم نحاول اضاءة الظلام

"I'm amazed you could read that. I had to ask the tattoo artist for translation right when I saw it." I smile at him.

"Arabic is my mother tongue after all." We start kissing again.

"Welcome back lovebirds." Mom says as we both sit down.

"Jessica, tomorrow we're going to be heading to Cheshire," dad announces. Cheshire's his hometown, and that's where his family's at.

"What's that?" Andrew asks and everyone on the table laughs, except him.

"You're serious?" My jaw drops, how dare he? He nods, oh my god.

"Jessica, he's lived in America his whole life, don't blame him. I've never heard of Cheshire until I met Harry." Mom clarifies. "Cheshire is a city in the East of the United Kingdom and to go there, you can take a one hour flight from here to there."

"Oh, that's cool." Andrew shrugs.

"Except honey, like I told you, this time, we're taking the train," dad smiles nervously. Mom is going to rage.

"Remember what happened the last time we took the train?" Mom asks him, already pissed.

To go to Cheshire by train, you need to change the train after two stops and dad didn't know that, so we kept going the wrong direction and we got lost.

"Tyler and Andrew can't go on a flight without at least one week notice so the airline gets a nurse for them," I state. "And this time, we'd, at least, have some experience with trains."

"Harold Edward Styles, I'm not taking the train, and that's final." Mom snaps. "Y'all enjoy three hours in a train."

"We will, thank you." Andrew looks at her, challenging.

"So, Andrew, you come from Los Angeles or New York?" Mom asks, ignoring his remark.

"I've lived in New York until I started university," Andrew replies.

"That's why your accent is sort of mixed." She laughs.

"How the fuck do you do this?" He asks, amazed.

"Dollar in the swear jar!" Angelina states and we all laugh.

"I'll give you it in Los Angeles, okay?" He makes a deal with her.

"Easy, went across the United States in my childhood." Mom shrugs. She likes showing off the fact that she can differentiate all US accents, doesn't she?

"How long are we going to stay at Grandma's?" Tyler asks, clenching his jaw. He didn't like spending time at grandma's because she wouldn't let us spend time on our phones, she'd even confiscate them sometimes.

"Five days." He replies.

"Mom, dad, I'm leaving the United Kingdom a day before that," I state.

"Come on, one extra day won't affect anything." Dad pleads.

"Dad, I didn't start preparing shit, not even the rest of the seniors' syllabus." I declare.