Zulema [h.s.] COMPLETED

Chapter 14

Harry woke up in his bed with a mild head ache from the night before. He stood up thinking too much like he usually did and sometimes he didn't even know where he was going with his thoughts and just zone out and then fall asleep. He was content with that for now.

When he got up from the warm comforter he groaned, feeling his forehead and seeing that it felt a bit warm. His nose was quite stuffy. He knew he shouldn't have went to practice, taken a shower and then outside again somewhere to hang out with his friends.

Speaking of that, the first thing Harry saw when he turned on his phone to check the time was a message notification from Alisha saying:

Alisha: We're going out for breakfast, wanna come?

Harry groaned before responding.

Harry: Fuck no. I just woke up.

It wasn't common that people woke up early to go out for breakfast before a school day at 6:30 in the morning. Zulema and him going out that one day was just a one time thing.

He thought about her sometimes. Not a lot but sometimes. At night he thought about her pretty face, and those red lips. The sweetness of her soft voice, the softness of her skin.

Other things too.. like how her thighs wrapped around his head. Or how sexy it was to see her riding his-

"Harry!" He winced as he heard his mom's voice come from the other side of the door.

"Fuck," he muttered, "what?" He said loud enough for her to hear.

"Can I come in?" She asked sweetly and of course he would never say no to his mother's voice.

"Um. Yeah, sure," he said awkwardly before the door opened and in walked his mother.

She sat on the bed next to him, he shut his phone off.

"Harry..." his mother seemed uneasy, "you're not, like, mad at us or anything are you?" She tilted her head. Harry looked at his mother; shoulders drooped as he sighed.

"No, mom, I just..." Unsure of what to even say.

"I just feel like every time I go to practice or something you guys think I'm gonna go ruin my life or something. Every time something comes up its automatically because I've smoked," he said "smoke" as if he never did it again after they found out. 

"I mean, I know people who literally sell drugs in school and it's no big deal to them. But, I would never do that. I wish you trusted me," he added.

His mother heaved her chest up and down, "you're right. It does seem that way..." she admitted. Although he felt very weird talking to his mom about this, it wasn't the worst thing ever, because she was the most understanding person in his life. Any other wealthy parent would disown their child for doing such a thing, but his mom was different. Shit, if she grew up in America in the 70's, he was sure she'd have been with all the other pot head hippies protesting the war.

"But.. I just.. you know that your father and I will never think what you did is okay right? I know that sounds wrong but we just aren't adjusted to things like that, and I'm sorry.... but we do trust you. What you decide to do is on you. Your grades are still at all A's so we know that you know how to handle yourself," she told him calmly. Harry was relieved in a way.

He was expecting an answer like that, he just wanted to hear them.

"Just please, harry, don't do anything stupid okay?" She put her hand on his leg and that's when Harry knew she was serious, like really serious.

He nodded, "okay."

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When Harry got to his lunch table, he sat down next to Benny who was talking to some new girl that he didn't recognize. Probably someone he's trying to get at. It was obvious she wasn't interested because girls aren't stupid like cliche movies show them to be.