I am now back at my aunt’s place, and we had finally finished preparing dinner for my parents’ arrival. She told me that she’s going to go pick them up from the airport; which means I still have time to change my clothes and shower upstairs. It’s a good thing I left some clothes over here, before I moved most of them to Harry’s place. Harry… I miss him already, and I still don’t feel like meeting my parents at all. I love them so very much, but we had lost contact since the time I left San Francisco. I don’t know whether it will be awkward or will it be a positive reunion; all what I want is for them to forgive me, and nothing more.
I took a quick body shower, and changed to my clothes (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=101766596), then went down to set the table up. It’s a good thing I am alone now, I need to think of how I must act when I greet my mom and dad; it’s hard when your parents cut contact with you for a long time, it’s close to the feeling of being an orphan in a close matter.
As I was placing the forks on the table, the bell rang; wow they arrived this soon?! I clonked my heels to the door, and opened it to be hugely surprised and curious of who was waiting outside; Harry?! He smiled and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek, as I made him way to step inside. “Honey, what brings you here?” I had to ask him this question; clearly I was not expecting him to show up! Oh shoot my parents and Harry in the same room?! Oh no, I can’t handle them talking about our conflict in front of him.
He placed the box he was carrying on the table, and walked back to me to give me a sensational embrace, oh yes I need one of those right now. “I felt like doing a gesture and greeting your parents, love. Is it ok though? I don’t want you to think I am barging in or something.” I kissed his cheek, and replied: “(I tangled my hands over his neck.) Of course I want you to be here, I want you with me at all times Harry; and you know that. It’s just that I didn’t think you would be willing to come, since you were still asleep when I left.” He smiled and gave me a peck on my lips, as his arms snaked over my waist tenderly. “(He gave me a cheeky smile and spoke.) Are you excited to see them?” I returned the smile, indeed I am excited; but at the same time worried to the extreme.“Yeah, I am. Do you want to help me set up the table?” He nodded and I held his hand to walk to the dining room.
“The Lane’s are here! Becky! You’re parents are here!” I heard my aunt call out as soon as the door opened; oh God I hope this won’t be a dramatic destruction. Harry smiled at me, as we stepped out from the dining room, and walked to the door. There they were, my parents, standing with a wide smile on their faces; and I swear I could tell they both were close to cry anytime soon.
I found myself walking faster towards them until I landed in both of their arms. The family feeling is what I miss the most; I can’t believe that they greeted me with a happy and missing care! I heard my mom sobbing, as our triple hug became tighter. “I’ve missed you so much…” I breathed in their arms and they both held me closer to them.