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Anne overhears you all fighting

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When she walks through her front door, with arms full of shopping for Sainsburys and her hands holding her purse and her keys, Anne wasn't expecting to catch an earful of her shouting son taking his annoyance out on his timidly shy girlfriend. His voice booming around the lower level of her property, echoing around, what she could presume was, the kitchen, and filtering down the hallway.

"I can't believe how selfish you can be, YN. The guys, my friends, wanted me to go out tonight because we've not seen each other for months. I've been working my fucking arse off for the last few months. I've been travelling all over for months. I've not seen them in ages," Anne hears as she slowly walks down the hallway, her eyebrows furrowing as he kept going, "you're not the boss of me, okay? Do you understand that? I'm back home, where I grew up, back with my friends, so it's not all about you. You can't tell me what to do like you do back at home."

"I do-"

"You do. God, you want my attention all the time and you hate it when someone else has me. You're always jealous. Might as well chain me up and keep me in the basement" she hears him hiss, "you want to stay in with my family? Go ahead. You weren't invited out with us tonight so you were only staying back here anyway."

It's then that Anne makes her appearance known.

Her heart shattering at the broken face of YN. Fat tears streaming down her face, her bottom lip being chewed out of anxiousness, her head tilted down to her chest as she picked at a loose string from her knitted sleeve of her pink sweater, and Anne took note of the heated blush in her cheeks that came from the embarrassment of being caught in the heat of an argument. Anne's eyebrows furrowing as she looks towards her son before setting down the full bags on the counter.

"You do not speak to a woman that way, Harry. That is not how me and your father raised you to be. You do not yell at a woman, you do not speak down to her, and you do not take out your anger on a woman. Especially your girlfriend," she scolds him, her face set into a look of incredulous amounts of anger and a stern line forming on her lips, "I'm so disappointed in you, Harry Edward."

"I'm not eight. I don't belong on the 'naughty step'," he scoffs, "stop scolding me. I'm a grown man."

"Right now, I think you do belong on the naughty step. You're lucky you're too old for a smack on the bum," his mother informs him, pointing towards the entryway of the kitchen, "go on. Go and think about your behaviour, please. Think up a nice apology while you're at it, as well, please."

He smiles with disbelief as he looks between his girlfriend and his mother. His heart beginning to ache as his face drops into a look of sadness. The guilt beginning to set in as he looked down at his toes before looking back up at his anger-filled mother.

"Harry, I won't ask you again."

"Mum-"

"Harry, now."

"I'm not eight," he repeats, spinning on his heel as he lets out the deepest of sighs, disappearing out of the kitchen and stomping towards the stairs, "are you going to ground me, as well? Take away my phone? My keys? Lock my car up so I can't use it?"

YN knew he was doing it to be funny - that he was doing it to make her laugh; it was how he coped when mediating and making up after an argument - hitting his humour side to lighten the mood and to brighten the atmosphere that clung to the space around them - and she couldn't help the smile that twitched her lips.

"Lock me in my room, too. Take away my laptop. My journal. Stop me from watching the telly. You can call the guys up and tell them you're treating me like an underaged child and that alcohol shouldn't be near me," he bites. The thud of his bum coming into contact with the second step on the flight of stairs being heard. "I'm too old for this."

"It's not funny," Anne hushes towards YN, her own smile lingering on her lips, "he shouldn't have spoken to you in that way."

She pulls YN into a soft hug and allows her to relax against her front.

"I can spank his bum for you," she whispers cheekily as Anne pulls away with mock shock on her features, "no, I'm kidding. Time out is enough."