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As the first rays of sunshine escaped through the little gap between my drapes I slowly began to wake up. I picked up my phone from my nightstand, unconsciously getting disappointed when I didn't see a good morning message from Tom, and grunted. He had tried calling me yesterday night, but when I saw his name light up on my phone I didn't know whether to scream, smile or cry, and I declined. I stepped out of bed putting on my dressing gown and made my way to the kitchen. Luke and my dad had left yesterday morning for a camping trip, as my dad thought Luke spent way too much time on his video games. I couldn't agree more. Dad thought it would be great for Luke to witness the wonderful thing called; nature. Luke didn't agree he needed that, but he had no saying. They would come home by tomorrow and right now I was enjoying a day just to myself. I needed that.

Appreciating the silence I put on the kettle to make a cup of tea, humming a melody.

As the kettle started whistling, a knock on the door shifted my attention from the steaming kettle to the white front door.

"Who's visiting now? I thought I told Harry I was gonna have some me-time today." I thought, getting annoyed at the thought of Harry ruining the peacefulness.

I turned off the kettle and sighed as I headed to the door. Opening it, my eyes met a foreign, yet familiar lady, instead of my curly haired best friend.

"Can I help you?" I questioned hesitantly as the woman started smiling like a crazy.

"Oh look at you! How you've grown." She said tearing up.

"M-mom?" I stuttered. She quietly nodded and pulled me into a hug. I quickly pulled out of the hug, making her frown.

"What are you doing here!?" I said overwhelmed, trying not to get teary.

Seeing my mom after, I don't know how long, made me happy yet very angry. She had just disappeared when I was younger. Dad had always told me they got into a fight and she left and never came back. He also told me she had had a drinking problem the weeks up to her disappearance. I never in my life thought I would see her again, and even though I sometimes missed a mom, I didn't want her back. Nikki had always been there for me and I needed nothing more. But the sight of my own mom.. my real mom.. the sight of her, made me miss her so much, even though I didn't remember much of her and wasn't pleased with her actions.

"I'm here to visit my beautiful all grown daughter." She said, reaching to caress my hair, but I moved.

"And my little baby boy." She said, smiling and searching for Luke behind me. The "my" in that sentence didn't feel right. Did she even know his name?

"His name is Luke, and he's not 'a baby boy' anymore, he's 13. Dad and him are not home right now." I answered cold. I was disgusted by the fact she had left us just after Luke was born. What kind if woman is that?

"Right, my little Lukey." She said like she cared, making me even more disgusted. She didn't even name him herself. Before even saying his name for probably the first time ever, she already had made up a nickname? I needed a bucket.

"Can I please come in?" She added with a very soft voice as she saw the emotionless expression on my face. I idly moved from the door way, gesturing her inside. She granted me another smile and a tear dropped from her face. She actually looked happy to see me. Kind of a surprise, as she left us back then..

"I guess I have to know why she's here. Just a little talk, then out!"

"Sit." I said, trying to sound polite, when she just placed herself awkwardly in the middle of the living room.

She sat down on the bar stools at the kitchen counter and looked around. "It almost looks the same as it did.. as it did-"

"As it did when you left us?" I finished her sentence, making my way to the kettle to finish my tea. She turned to me with a pity look.

"Back then." She corrected me and I scoffed. Who did she think she was?

An awkward silence hit while I plumped a sugar lump in my tea. I turned around, sipping my tea and raising a brow at the foreign mom sitting in front of me. Wasn't she gonna say something?

"You've grown to be so beautiful Y/N." She then broke the silence making me cough. At least she knew my name.

"Thanks." I replied simply and made the silence occur again.

"I better go change to some actual clothes." I said, looking down my dressing gown. My mom nodded and I headed to my room.

Soon as I closed the door to my room, I finally exhaled, not even noticing I had held my breath. I took a quick shower and put on some clothes. Dropping on the bed, I picked up my phone from my nightstand again, praying that Harry would interrupt my me-time and get me the hell outta there. No messages. Just a new tweet from Audry.

I inhaled deeply, pulled myself together and opened my door to head to the kitchen where she was.

Opening the door, I heard someone talking. Someone other than my mom. I walked softly closer to the corner of the hallway, looking around it, just to see Tom sitting at the counter talking to my mom.

"Oh My God. Could this day get any worse?" I thought, but somehow felt kinda relieved that I wasn't alone with my mom anymore.

"..as far as I know Harry, isn't that his name? was the Holland she always talked about." My mother finished a sentence I didn't hear all of.

"Well it's quite recent we started seeing each other. Y/N just makes me feel so great. It feels like she completes me. I can't stop adoring her and her every little detail. The way she brightens a room when she enters. The way she bites her lip when concentrating. The way she tells me off when I'm in the wrong. She's just like no one I've ever met before. Actually, no girl has ever talked back to be before her. She's the most beautiful, intelligent, funny and kindest girl I've ever met. She's different." Tom said making my heart skip a few beats. My heart felt like it was bleeding. I didn't know whether to adore him or disgust him at that moment.

"I would never in my life do anything to hurt her pure heart. She's so important to me." He finished, leaving my mom with tears in her eyes and me leaned against the wall, my legs weak of what he had just said.

He sounded so genuine. Though, he just told her a big fat lie. Didn't he?

"That makes me so happy that she has someone around who cares for her as much as you do." My mom said making me regain my balance. I wanted to puke at how she made herself sound like she cared.

Silence hit and I turned around the corner entering the combined living room and kitchen.

"Tom?" I questioned, as if I had only just seen him and not been standing listening to him praising me. He turned around on his chair quickly.

"Y/N." He said excitedly and rushed to hug me. The feeling of his arms around me and our bodies touching made me forget about the whole cheating part for a second. Then I woke up and pulled away from the hug, making him frown.

"Can we talk upstairs maybe?" I said softly and low-voiced. His little speech had turned something inside of me.

"You kids can just go talk, I'll be waiting here." Your mom said, as if you needed her permission to go talk.

"You don't have to." I said under my breath as I pulled Tom upstairs.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry for what happened last Friday, but I swear to the biggest god of them all that Tailor and I didn't do anything." Tom started, putting pressure on the 'anything'. He closed the door to my room.

"Tom.. I heard what you told my mom downstairs-"

"You did?" He interrupted, his lips curling into a smile.

"I did. How can you say something like that when you clearly don't give a single fuck about me? You used me! And then you're telling my mom, who I had no clue even existed, how much you apparently care about me!?" I started, but again he interrupted me with his smile long gone.

"I didn't lie Y/N! Don't you get it? I didn't use you! I have been genuine in my feelings towards you all the time! I would never dream of hurting someone as kind-hearted and amazing as you. Tailor and I talked about some stuff she has been dealing with. Nothing else happened." He defended himself.

The look on his face weirdly enough almost made me believe him. That face told nothing but truth. He had lied in games and stuff before and he was pretty bad at it. I could tell when he was lying, and now.. he wasn't. I softened my look and let a few tears fall as I sat down on my bed. I didn't know whether to forgive him or not. I really wanted to forgive him.. but there's always some kind of consciousness telling you otherwise.

"B-but.." I sniffled and sat down on the foot of the bed.

"But nothing. I really like you Y/N. There's nothing I would ever do to make you cry. I'll stop hanging with Tailor from now on if that's what you like. I'll do anything to make you trust me." He said placing himself besides me on the bed and pulled me into his embrace.

I believed him. There was nothing else I could do than to trust him. I knew about his reputation about being a fuck-boy and stuff, but all this time I'd spent alone with him had made my thoughts of him completely change. He was different around me. And that's why I chose to believe him.

I looked up at him.

"Okay.." I said taking a deep breath, "I believe you."

The tears stopped running.

He fell back on the bed and pulled me with him. Laying on his chest and the risen from every breath he took, made the butterflies flutter even more than they already did. He kissed my cheek and took a deep breath.

"So, I thought your mom had died?" He said, making my butterflies disappear within milliseconds.

"Well, I didn't knew she was alive either." I sighed and got up from the bed. I checked in the mirror if it was visible that I had been crying.

"You coming?" I said gesturing for us to the leave the room and he quickly got up.

"Yes ma'am." He said making me giggle. How I had missed that dork.

"So, did you guys fuck?" My mom questioned, as we entered the kitchen. Tom tried holding back his chuckle as he noticed I didn't find it funny. My face turned red.

"Ew mom, you can't just fucking turn up out of the blue, unannounced and all after years and throwing yourself into my life again and then ask me that!" I said and rushed out the door. She was way too much. Overwhelmed, I ran to the familiar car owned by Tom and entered it. Anything away from my mom would be great right then. I didn't cry. It was pure anger and annoyance filling my body. Tom soon came running out looking for me. As he saw me sitting in the car, he opened the door.

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• Tom's POV •

It felt bad lying to her. Watching her break down in front of me was almost one of the toughest things I've ever experienced. And having to lie to her about what really happened in that room with Tailor, didn't make the situation any better. I mean, she believed me.. But my guilty conscience made it feel like I didn't deserve her forgiveness.

"Come out of the car. It's not healthy running away from your problems. You gotta go inside again and talk to her." I said encouraging. She pouted and turned her head the other way.

"Y/N. I know you can do it." I said entreating and pulled her out by the arm. As she stood up in front of me, she looked at me with her beautiful, glossy eyes. I pulled her into a comforting hug and kissed her on the top of her little head. I hated seeing her like this. Like she didn't know what to do with herself.

The feeling of her hugging me tighter and tighter as she burried her face into my chest, reminded me of the guilt.

I was genuine when I told her that I didn't and would never cheat on her. Cause really, I hadn't. But what Tailor and I really was talking about.. she can not know.