41: the phone call

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MARA POV
i woke up the next day in harrys arms. he was awake and was looking stressed.
"harry" i whispered. he looked at me.
"good morning beautiful" he kissed my forehead.
"where did you go last nigh?" i asked.
"i went to see your family"
i shot up and climbed onto his lap, my legs either side of hin.
"how are they?" i asked.

"loud" he chuckled. "but i talked to your mum and brother. and i met dante. and i just explained whats been going on with you and how i love you and they should make an effort before its too late"
"harry" i kissed his perfect lips gently. "youre the best. i love you"
"i love you more angel. i'd do anything for you"
"no really harry. thank you" i kissed him under his ear then climbed off his lap.

we got ready for the day eventually, me wearing a black t shirt, combat boots and black plaid trousers. i just put on eye liner and eye lashes and brushed my hair. then i got a call.

Mum i read.

i greeted my mum and she responded.
"how are you?" i asked.
"im good, how are you?" she responded.
"happy to hear from you"
"your boyfriend came over last night"
"yeah, he told me this morning"
"i don't approve of what you two are doing but i can tell he really cares about you. and if you want to come visit soon...you can"
"really!? that'd be amazing, mum"
"you cant bring him though. i cant have him in my house"
"thats fine. thanks so much" i replied with a snigger.
"and mara? don't end your life. youre here for a reason" she said. tears filled my eyes.

the call ended a while later. i threw my phone down and ran to find harry. he was in the kitchen singing softly to himself and putting two plates on the table. he spotted me. "you alright angel?"

i jumped into his arms. he was taken by surprise but he spun me round and kisses me softly. "whats this about?" he smiled.
"im seeing my mum next week"
his eyes lit ups "thats amazing"
"thanks to you! i love you so fucking much harry"
"i love you more gorgeous"

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