I was nervously awaiting the change od reaction I knew Harry’s aunt was going to have once she turned around to greet Harry and I as we walked into the kitchen. I caught a glimpse of the big smile on her face before it then turned into a completely different expression.
Her smile fell, and I noticed her head tilt to the side a bit. Right now I think she was really just confused, not really being able to register right now her angry or not feelings towards this, just the fact that she was confused was all that I was getting from her right now.
“Gabrielle?” she questioned, I guess making sure that it was really me that she was seeing, standing in her kitchen with her nephew when she was probably expecting someone else.
“Yeah,” my voice cracked a bit as I replied to her since I really hadn’t said a word since Harry came to pick me up from my house awhile ago.
“Well I, I don’t know what to say. I wasn’t really expecting you to be the girl Harry has been head over heels for,”
I knew what she was saying was just basic fact to her, but I couldn’t help but have the comment bother me a bit, even though it shouldn’t because there really was no way of her knowing or even assuming it was me. Tammy and I exchanged small smiles before she finally spoke up again.
“Harry, may I speak with you in the living room for a moment?” she stated more than asked, and I could tell she was keeping calm and trying to make this seem like nothing, trying to make it seem like she just wanted to talk to him about something for a moment.
“Can’t we just do it here? Or wait until later?” Harry said to her, a hint of cheekiness to his voice as he tried to lighten the mood a bit while attempting to get out of talking to his aunt right now.
“Harry,” she said, trying to subtly give him a stern look.
It must’ve worked on him though because he soon just nodded and followed his aunt out of the kitchen and to the living room I’m guessing.
Once the two of them had walked out of the kitchen, I walked further into it, looking at the table that Tammy had set up so wonderfully. It was only a few seconds later that I felt a tug at my wrist and I turned around to see Ben standing behind me with an expressionless face.
“Hey Ben,” I smiled at him.
“Hi Gabrielle,” he said back to me, a smile replacing the blank expression he had moments ago.
“Why are you here?” he asked me politely,
“We have someone coming over for dinner,” he told me.
“I know, I’m having dinner with you,” I told him, trying to add a small tone of excitement to my voice as I could hopefully have one person be happy and okay with me being here with no questions asked.
“Really?” he asked, “You’re Harry’s girlfriend?”
I tightened up a bit at the word “girlfriend” Harry and I hadn’t really discussed titles, or really anything on the subject at all. Mostly that we’re together now is all we’ve covered, so I guess that made me his girlfriend. I wondered if he was telling his family that or Ben was just saying that because it is what he thought.
“Um,” I hesitated, “Yeah,” I smiled, deciding to just go with it and not worry about it.
I had bigger things right now to worry about and what it was right now was the conversation that was occurring between Harry and his aunt in the other room right now, and I really wanted to know what they were saying.
Well mostly what his aunt was saying to him right now and what she was thinking about all this right now. I’d always thought she’d be the one to be okay with this but I guess she just has to understand it all first.
I told myself that she is probably just telling Harry about what he is getting himself into by pursuing this relationship. Because in this town, since it’s a pretty small area, word gets around fast and almost everyone knows about the whole feud between the hockey players and figure skaters.
That’s why going to the pizza place that one time was a stupid mistake that I made since it’s a local place. When we go to the outlets though its fine because those are more out of the small town I live in, and it has more people from the city part of Chicago wanting a suburban place to shop.
“So where are mommy and Harry?” Ben eventually asked me, I guess he wasn’t in here to see them head out into the living room to talk.
“They should be back any minute,” I told him, hoping he’d just take that as an answer and not ask any more questions on the subject.
Lucky for me he just nodded and walked out of the dining room that was connected to the kitchen, and walked over to the kitchen counter to sit on one of the barstools. I was now not so patiently waiting with Ben for Harry and his aunt to come back into the kitchen. I was already late getting here and the more they talked, the more time we were wasting, but I guess that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing right now though.
A couple more minutes passed and I was beginning to grow a bit worried but I soon saw the kitchen door opening again, this time Harry and his aunt coming back into the kitchen instead of leaving it like they did before.
Harry gave me a small smile as he walked in behind his aunt and then into the dining room. I watched him as he walked to the table and then pulled out a chair and then turned to look over at me, gesturing his head towards the chair that he had pulled out. I was confused at first, but walked over to the chair anyways. I didn’t really understand why everyone was being so silent now; I would’ve expected at least one of them to have something to say right now.
I sat down in the chair that Harry had pulled out for me and he pushed it back in before sitting down in the chair next to me. Harry’s aunt was in the kitchen area getting some food to bring out here, so I took this time to talk to Harry.
“So what did she say?” I whispered to him.
He leaned down to speak to me, “I’ll tell you more later, but basically we’re just going to have a normal dinner and then she’s going to talk to us about this,” he summarized and he didn’t have to explain more because I knew exactly what his aunt wanted to talk to us about.
Harry then lifted his head back up as Tammy began to walk into the dining room carrying in some dishes of food. Ben was walking in behind her and he took his place at the table as his mom placed everything she brought in onto the table.
“Help yourselves,” she said as she placed the last dish on the table and sat down in the seat next to Ben and what was going on right now finally sunk in and I was more nervous than ever.