#surfer!h

At first, (Y/n) was a bit astounded by it. She knew he was a bit clumsy, of course he would be! It was in his DNA to be bad at sports, he had asthma and his own mother could barely kick a ball. But she didn't know this was affecting him negatively, she always thought he was more inclined to the arts, like her.

On the drive home, she and Cauã had a conversation and decided to try new things. (Y/n) suggested soccer, basketball, baseball, but he would deny everything, mumbling he was scared of the ball– No wonder he was her child.

So as they were passing by the beach, she realized they were in California. Why not try some water sports?

When she suggested surfing she could see the adorable toothless smile she was so fond of appearing on his face through the rearview mirror.

When they got home she immediately looked for Surf Schools near the area of Windansea Beach. It was the closest beach, only a ten-minute drive from their place. The sea was not rough there, so (Y/n) wouldn't feel so scared of having Cauã swimming and surfing there.

After some time researching on Google, (Y/n) found the perfect “school.” The lessons were held from 2 pm to 4 pm every Saturday and Sunday, and the best part was that you didn't need to buy a surfboard, they would lend one for each kid during the teaching.

(Y/n)'s wallet cried reading that. Raising a kid with only a small studio where she would teach art wasn’t exactly easy, but she always managed

The next thing they needed was a surf suit, Cauã wanted it to be yellow. So they both went shopping, and couldn't be happier to find one in a swim shop.

And that's how (Y/n) ended up getting dragged through the sand by her own child.

They were a bit late, (Y/n)’s art studio wasn't supposed to be open Saturday, but one of her students wanted to practice on their sculpture, so she couldn't say no. (Y/n) ended up closing the school 2 hours later, which made her and Cauã late by 15 minutes. It wasn't even that much, but he was being a little dramatic.

When they spotted the small group of children and their parents at the next lifeguard tower, Cauã left her hand and went running to them.

That left (Y/n) alone, looking like a crazy woman at the beach, with her overalls stained with clay and her hair looking like a bird’s nest due to the ridiculous wind.

"Cauã, don't run! You're gonna end up needing your inhaler," said (Y/n), running to him. She could see the head of the group ahead turning to them. Oh great. Now she was a late and crazy parent.

(Y/n) always tried to be the best parent she could be. Ending up pregnant at 19 wasn't easy, but being judged by her age was the worst part. She knew Cauã wasn't missing out on anything by having a young mother, but (Y/n) still didn't like the look people gave when she told them she was 25 years old with a 6-year-old boy.

They got closer to the group of people, right when a man greeted them. "Oh hello, you must be–" said the man looking at a blue notebook, probably one of the teachers, she knew this class had two. "(Y/n) and Caun?"

"It's pronounced as Kauan, sir, it's a Brazilian name!" answered the boy to the tall tattooed teacher. He wasn't what she expected a children's teacher to be. "My mom is a bit disorganized with her time so we–" continued Cauã.

"Hey hey, I'm not disorganized, mister,” murmured (Y/n) to Cauã.

"I'm sorry, I had a bit of a problem at my job, that's why we are only 15 minutes late," explained (Y/n), now looking at the teacher. He was probably Mr. Styles, since the other teacher was supposed to be a woman.

"Well, Mrs. Mila just finished talking to the parents and the kids about the rules while we are surfing, so they can go on and start doing some exercises. I'm afraid both of you are gonna have to wait a little more to get into action."

What an asshole, (Y/n) thought, they couldn't have lost that much information in such a little amount of time.

After the man finished scolding (Y/n), Mrs. Mila, a blonde woman in her 30s, called the parents and the kids to follow her to another part of the beach, closer to the sea.

Everyone besides (Y/n) and Cauã.

Cauã looked at his mom, face filled with disappointment. There was the worst part of motherhood, the guilt of not giving your best to your kid.

Before (Y/n) could comfort Cauã or scream at Mr.Styles – she hadn't decided which one to do first – the teacher put a hand on Cauã's back and told him softly.

"But it's ok buddy, you will catch up to them real fast, we just need to talk about how to be safe and understand the sea first."

"Ok Mr. Styles," answered the sweet boy, smiling at the man.

"Don't need to call me Mr. Styles, alright? Just call me Harry."

Maybe he wasn't that much of an asshole, at least he realized (Y/n) was the one to blame, not Cauã. She also recognized a British accent in his voice.

"So I see you got your surf suit on, it looks really nice on you. Is yellow your favorite color?" asked Harry sitting down in the sand. Cauã did the same thing sitting in front of him, happy to have a one-to-one time with the teacher.

(Y/n) didn't quite know what to do with herself, should she sit down with them? Stay standing? She decided on the first option, sitting by Cauã's side.

"Yeah! I love every color but yellow is my favorite, it's my mom's favorite too." Harry looked at (Y/n), looking at her yellow-and dirty–overalls.

"Yeah, I see that," hummed Harry.

“Cauã is here because the school thought he is a bit behind on his motor skills, so we think surfing is a good option,” interfered (Y/n), looking at Harry with attention this time. His eyes were green, and his surf suit was black, the tightness of it made the muscle on his arm show up.

“Mom, don’t tell him that,” mumbled the boy embarrassed, looking at her.

“It’s alright Cauã. If you really wanna stick to surfing, we need to have good communication, and that means talking about things we don’t like,” said Harry. He could feel the boy’s discomfort.

(Y/n) also heard how Harry said Cauã’s name correctly, most people don’t even bother getting it right, since it’s not an English name.

“While we are at the sea bad things can happen, so we always need to tell our colleagues what we are feeling,” he continued, looking at Cauã and then at (Y/n). “Is there something you want to tell me before we start talking about the rules?”

Before (Y/n) could answer for him, Cauã spoke quietly. “I have asthma. That’s why I can’t run as fast as the others.”

Harry smiled at his response, a weird excitement on his face. “Guess what!”

“What is it Mr.Sty- Harry?” bubbled Cauã, sitting now on his knees.

“I have asthma too! You and I are alike, don’t you think?”

(Y/n) could swear she saw stars in her son’s eyes. Cauã’s dad wasn’t around much, picking him up here and there to spend an afternoon in the park or at his place. But after he moved away to Nevada, almost 6 months ago, the boy never saw his dad again, not in person at least. Sometimes they would video chat for 10 minutes. It was good to see that he finally felt close to a man’s figure.

“Wow, that’s so cool! That means I can be strong like you someday.”

“Exactly! If you decide that surfing is your thing I will make sure you turn out even better than me.” Harry smiled. “But now we have to go through some rules, ok?”

The boy confirmed.

“If you ever feel any kind of pain or discomfort, you need to tell me, Mrs. Mila, or your mom because your well-being is what comes in first place,” explained the man with a serious tone. “Especially when it comes to your asthma, if you feel the need to use your inhaler while you’re surfing you need to let us know as soon as possible, so we can bring you to the sand.”

Cauã was nodding in response all along.

“I believe your mom keeps one with her, right?” asked Harry, looking at (Y/n), brows raised, waiting for a response.

"Of course! I always keep two in this bag and-”

“Ok, thank you,” interrupted Harry.

(Y/n) was growing mad at the teacher. He had the right to be mad about the lateness, but continuing to treat her harshly even after she explained it was due to her job?

"We have a very treat people with kindness policy, so we are always respectful. We don't hit and don't call names, alright Cauã?"

Look at the rude man talking about kindness, (Y/n) thought to herself. Good thing her boy would never do anything like that, he was the most gentle human ever.

"The last rule is you always listen to me and Mrs. Mila because the ocean can be dangerous, and I need to trust that you will follow our lead in any type of situation." Harry reached his hand out to Cauã. "Can I trust you? Do we have a deal?"

Without hesitation, he answered, grabbing his hand and shaking it, "Of course Harry, I'm a man of my word."

"Man? You barely lost your front tooth!" teased Harry, (Y/n) couldn't help but laugh. "Now you can join Mrs. Mila and the other kids, me and your mom need to talk for a bit."

The boy did so, getting closer and closer to the group of people who were only 10 meters away. The parents were talking while sitting on a blanket. The kids were mirroring the other teacher doing jumping jacks.

"Does he have any other condition?" asked Harry, the smile on his face long forgotten.

"He is prone to get pneumonia so if we have a cold day we probably won't come." She was now standing on her feet, just like the teacher was. "Oh and he broke his wrist 2 years ago, don't know if that's important."

He wasn't looking at her now, he was writing things on the notebook, probably repeating what she told him in the paper.

"It's good to know," he mumbled,"because punctuality is really important for us. I hope that won’t happen again tomorrow,” continued Harry with the same scolding tone as before.

“That won’t happen, Harry,” answered (Y/n). They were going to be the earliest people at the beach tomorrow and next Saturday. It was a promise she just made with herself. Maybe she could work later on Friday and be free all Saturday. Yeah! That’s what she was going to do.

“Please, call me Mr. Styles. I prefer to keep the relationship with the parents more professional than with the kids.”

(Y/n) could feel the blood going all the way to her cheeks. Fuck. She thought it was ok to call him by his first name since he let Cauã do so.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disrespect you in any way.”

“It’s alright, don’t worry Mrs-?”

“It’s Miss actually, Miss (Y/L/N).”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. His dad is coming to town in a few weeks, so maybe he’s gonna miss a few lessons. I hope that won’t be a problem.”

“It won’t, don’t worry.” The man just hummed in response, picking up his surf and turning around, going after where his students were.

(Y/n) couldn't help but look at his butt (respectfully). That suit was really doing wonders. But she stopped looking when his head turned to her.

“You have clay and yellow paint in your face, Miss (Y/L/N),” he simply said, leaving the girl alone to clean her face while she cursed herself over and over. Cauã could have warned her about it!

“Ok guys, everybody has their surfboards, right? I want you to put them in the sand and lay down on them. We are gonna learn how to paddle,” explained Mrs. Mila. The blonde woman seemed tougher with the kids than Harry since he was always joking and clarifying the doubts his students had with a smile on his face.

While Harry and Mila were giving instructions about paddling, (Y/n) and the other parents - three moms and two dads - were talking about their jobs and having small talk. (Y/n) liked Miranda, Clara’s mom. Clara was a girl the same age as Cauã she was also a teacher, but unlike (Y/n) she worked in a real school, not in a small rented studio.

“Okay, now that you know how to paddle, we are gonna learn how to pop up on the surfboard. The ones you have are longboards and they have more space to stand up, and if you applied the paraffin the right way there won’t be any problems,” (Y/n) heard Harry say. He was demonstrating while Mrs. Mila went around the six kids, making sure they were doing it right.

“The method we are using is called ‘sliding the knee’. You first slide both knees forward and into th- not like that Clara, position your knee first, and then your feet- Yeah, like that,” he continued. “You put the other knee into the surfboard and bring the front foot forward, in between your hands - Exactly Clara, now you got it right- and then you stand up.”

(Y/n) could see that Cauã was having a bit of an issue understanding how to do it properly. Mrs. Milla was having to position his knee for him. The other kids seemed fine. Clara was a bit uncoordinated too, but Harry was there helping her.

She felt like she made the right choice choosing such a small class. There were only 6 students, so the teachers really took their time with each one of them. Cauã didn't have that in PE class so if he was having a hard time the teacher would only tell him to pick another activity.

As a teacher herself, (Y/n) knew how hard it could be to teach. Normally she would only teach teenagers or adults how to paint or draw and they weren't a handful, but kids? They were hard.

“Let’s try the pop-up until everybody gets it,” said Mrs. Mila to all six kids, still trying to make Cauã put his knee a bit more forward.

The class was almost over, the kids were training to paddle and pop up together and all of them were getting better at it. Clara and Cauã weren’t confusing the right foot with the last foot anymore.

“I think that’s good for the day guys, it's already 4:05. Tomorrow you're gonna train how to paddle and pop up the water! No riding waves though,” said Harry, helping the kids by putting the surfboard inside the lifeguard tower. He probably asked for the key, or he was committing a crime against private property. (Y/n) wouldn't be surprised by it. “Ok, I think we are all done here. Does anyone have any questions?”

All parents said no, waving goodbyes, wishing a good evening, so Harry came back to organize his belongings. He pressed a kiss to Mrs. Mila’s cheek before she turned around, in the direction of the street.

Cauã headed to (Y/n) and she congratulated him. “You did so well, baby! I’m proud of you.” She noticed it was becoming a bit chillier. “Put this jacket on, it's windy right now.”

She helped the boy put on his clothes, the yellow of the suit making a pretty contrast between his green jacket. “Do you think I’m too slow, mom?” asked Cauã while (Y/n) put his arm through one of the arm’s holes.

“Of course not honey, why do you think that?” (Y/n) questioned, placing her warm hand on the boy's shoulder and closing the coat’s zipper.

“Jake could stand up without stumbling on his feet right away,” answered the boy, looking down.

“People learn things in different ways, and at the end of the lesson you did get it right a handful of times, and that’s what matters, ok? Now let’s go home. Guess what we are ordering tonight,” said (Y/n), trying to comfort him.

She knew it worked when she saw that adorable smile and heard him bounce in excitement.

“It’s pizza, isn’t it?!”

“Exactly, my smart boy,” she laughed, hugging him by the shoulder, leading them away from the beach.

“Hey, Miss (Y/L/N),” she heard Harry say.

“Yes?”

“Make sure to clean your face tomorrow.” A smirk appeared on his face.

(Y/n) turned Cauã away from Harry and showed the teacher her middle finger. He just smiled, turning away to pick up the paraffin packets, heading in the opposite direction.

“I think Harry is really funny, mom,” said the boy, heading to the car.

“Oh yeah, Mr. Styles is lovely,” answered (Y/n) with sarcasm. Cauã didn’t get it. “Now go on and buckle up, you can choose the song for the road.”

When they got home, (Y/n) made sure Cauã had his shower and afternoon snack. The boy started to eat so much, she was gonna be bankrupt if he kept the habit of eating one package of cookies every single day.

After Cauã was all set up in his Avengers pajamas, (Y/n) decided to finish some drawings she had been working on. It was difficult to get inspiration lately, every day was monotonous and uninteresting.

Maybe this summer she could make a little trip with Cauã and rent an Airbnb. She was going to be insane if she kept her little routine of teaching and coming home, of course now both of them had gatherings at the beach, but (Y/n) still missed something. She was eager for something more.

"Hey, what about after the week you spend with your dad we go on a little vacation? We could go camping for a couple of days, or rent a cottage in the mountains somewhere," suggested (Y/n) to the boy playing with the Legos.

"In the mountains?" asked Cauã, looking up, abandoning his toy. "What if a bear eats us, mom?"

"No bear will eat us, they will all be frightened by me," played (Y/n), flexing her arm. "Look at this muscle. I'm strong, baby."

"Mom, I'm sorry, but I don't see any muscles there."

"Oh, you don't? Could you please tell me who opens your peanut butter jar every morning?" smiled (Y/n) getting closer to him. It was time for the tickle monster to appear. "Who built your bed? Me! Me and my muscles."

(Y/n) was getting closer and closer, Cauã's eyes were big and alert. "What are you doing, mommy?" asked the boy, getting ready to run at any moment.

"It's tickle time!" screamed (Y/n) going after the boy, his laughter filling the whole room.

He first jumped on the couch, and then both of them ran circles around the table before (Y/n) finally got the boy, tickling him.

"Mom!" laughed Cauã when (Y/n) got closer to his belly. It's where he was the most ticklish.

(Y/n) noticed he started to be out of breath because of the laughter, so she stopped, putting him on her lap.

"Ok, I give up, you won. Now breathe a little," her hands were making circles on his back, chin resting on the top of his head.

"I'm good now, mom, It's fine."

The sound of the house bell was heard, and the door handle opened. A tall woman got inside the house, a pizza in her hands.

"Auntie Jesse!" screamed the boy hugging Jesse, (Y/n)'s older sister.

"Hi bug, how are you?" she asked, putting the pizza on the table, greeting (Y/n) with a kiss on the cheek.

(Y/n) had given one copy of the key to her when they first moved in years ago. It was safer considering Cauã only had her and Jesse as caretakers. If anything were to happen to (Y/n), Jesse would be able to get into the house.

It was also good to have a key copy with her because (Y/n) tended to lose her keys a lot. One day, she and Cauã had to wait two hours outside their own house because (Y/n) lost the key and they needed Jesse's.

"I'm good. Did you know I started surfing today?"

"Oh, your mom told me. How was it? Did you like it?"

(Y/n) listened to Cauã tell his aunt about their day at the beach while she got the table ready, placing the plates and the cutlery. Yeah, they ate pizza with forks and knives. It was a “Brazilian tradition” her dad taught them. (Y/n) and Jesse couldn't quite let it go, even after his death 6 years ago, the same year Cauã was born.

"– And Harry is the other teacher, he is super cool, auntie," continued the boy. He was so happy talking about the teacher, (Y/n) almost felt sorry for rolling her eyes when Harry was mentioned...almost.

As they sat to eat, they would make small conversations, Jesse told (Y/n) about her new gigs as a photographer, and (Y/n) made sure to fill her in about how the art school and the lack of inspiration. Even Cauã added to the conversation, complaining about how boring his cartoon was becoming.

"Mom, can I watch Netflix? Please?" asked the boy after they finished eating, putting his dish on the sink.

"You can, but only the cartoons and movies are available for the kids’ profile," warned (Y/n).

Last month (Y/n) caught Cauã watching Big Mouth and almost had a stroke. He got into her profile thinking it was his. Since then she's been paying more attention to the things he was watching.

"Here, let me help you with the dishes," offered Jesse. "So it's been hard to paint again?"

(Y/n) grabbed the dishcloth and started drying the dishes Jesse was cleaning. "Yeah, it's like I can't find anything beautiful to paint. I only keep on making sketches of Cauã and random flowers. How can I teach art if I can't make new drawings?"

"Well, I think you are too stressed out these past few days, Cauã's dad coming to town and you having to bring him every day to the art classes you teach,” said Jesse.

She was only 2 years older than (Y/n). They grew up together as best friends due to the small age gap. Jesse, short for Jéssica, was the rebel child, so you can imagine their parents' reaction when sweet little (Y/n) was the one who showed up pregnant.

"I think you should go out. When was the last time you went somewhere without the little bug?" asked Jesse, finishing the last plate. "You know you can count on me to take care of him for a few hours. Maybe try going to a pub. It's summer now, you should be able to rest a bit.

If (Y/n) was honest she sincerely couldn't remember the last time she went to a place that wasn't filled with toys or kids running around.

"I think you are right. I've been so caught up with work lately. My art shouldn't even be considered a work, you know?" she admits, sitting on the couch with her sister. "I love teaching and I love art, why is it so exhausting? And Cauã is the sweetest boy in the world but he sure is impatient. I bring him to work and he only complains about going home. But what should I do? Leave him home alone? Hell no.”

The words were spilling from (Y/n). She truly needed to talk about this because she was so tired of handling everything on her own, and her sister was always the one to make her say the things that needed to be said.

"What about this: I take Cauã next Saturday night for a sleepover and you got to The Spot? I've been there a few times and enjoyed it."

She really wanted a night out, even if she didn't particularly have anyone to go with her because she was a grown woman! She could enjoy her own company for the night.

"Hm, okay! I guess Saturday will do, Cauã's lessons end at 4 pm, so I have plenty of time to dress up, I can even wash my hair."

"Yeah! Good, maybe you can even get laid. It's also been some time, right?" joked Jesse. "The last time you dated someone was last year. I think you should give it a go."

John was the guy's name, they dated for 8 months and broke after he decided it was too much for him… Cauã was too much for him.

After he left, Cauã was so sad. He enjoyed the guy's company and that’s why (Y/n) wasn't going to date anybody until her son was older, they didn't need another person leaving them alone.

"Definitely not dating anyone," laughed (Y/n). "And not getting laid too, I have my hands, thank you very much."

"Alright alright, whatever you want," teased Jesse, getting her car keys, ready to leave.

"I will be here Saturday, just call me when you're ready. Me and bug are gonna have an amazing time."

"Bye, love you," she kissed (Y/n) cheeks, yelling goodbye to Cauã on her way to the door. The boy yelled back, saying he loved the aunt too.

And in a few moments, the little family was alone again, it's always been the two of them together. It was tiring but she wouldn't have it any other way.

It was already 10 pm, 30 minutes past Cauã's bad time, so she made her way to her room, where the little boy was watching tv.

"Come on baby, it's time – Oh god! You’re watching trailer park boys? What have I told you about those types of cartoons?" The boy was looking at her like a deer in the headlight. "Ok, it's over for you. Bed now. No more Netflix alone from now on."

"But mom." Whined the boy, jumping off his mom bed

"No, don't wanna hear a thing. Let's go to bed. You have surfing lessons tomorrow again. You need to be well-rested.”

With a hand on his bed, she guided him into his room, tucking Cauã to bed, making sure he didn't need anything.

"I love you, ok?"

"Ok mom. I love you too. I’m sorry."

"It's alright, just no more snooping around on my profile mister. You have your own for a reason. Now go to sleep. Close your eyes and–?" She waited for him to respond to their well-too-known sentence.

"–dream of the prettiest skies," he gave a big stretch, already closing his eyes.

When (Y/n) flipped the switch the room went dark, and she was alone again.

The next day (Y/n) followed with her promise. She was at the beach by 1:25. Even the teachers weren’t there yet, so she decided to do some drawing in the sketchbook she made sure to bring. Maybe the ocean and little seashells could help her bring out the art inside of her.

Cauã was also very happy because that meant time to play in the sand and build sandcastles. (Y/n) made sure to draw Cauã having fun, playing with little seashells.

The parents all began to show up. The first one was Miranda, Clara’s mom, a little girl with beautiful curls and tanned skin, who went to play with Cauã while her mom talked to (Y/n). Cauã decided that she was the warrior and he was the king of the sandcastle.

When it was 2 pm, everybody was ready to start the lessons. The parents were sitting at their usual spot and the two teachers had all the surfboards ready to go.

“Hi, little people. As we said yesterday, we are paddling,” said Harry, with a smile on his face as usual. “I’m gonna form 3 groups, 2 of you in each one, so this way Mrs. Mila and I can assist you guys better.”

“There won’t be any sharks there, right?” asked Penny, a red head two years older than Cauã. “I watched Jaws. They are big and eat people.”

All the kids looked up at Harry with a terrified face, waiting for what the teacher had to say.

“No kids, you don’t have to worry about that. We are only going on the shallow part.” The next part he said was in a lower tone, so Mrs. Mila, who was waxing the surfboards, wouldn't hear it. “And all the sharks would be scared if they saw Mrs. Mila. She’s quite scary, isn’t she?”

The kids only laughed, after each one pinky promising they wouldn’t say anything to the other teacher.

“Alright, let me make the groups. When I say your name, go and stand next to your mate. Group 1 is Penny and Nick, group 2 Jack and Malcolm, and last but not least group 3 with Clara and Cauã.”

The little surfers were all organized. (Y/n) made sure to notice the boyish smile on her son’s face when he was teamed up with Clara.

“Group 1, let's go. Grab your surfboard and go with Mrs. Mila.” Harry took his surfboard, guiding the children. “Nick, you are with me. Penny, you go with her.”

And with that they started their lessons, training how to swim while on the surfboard, how to stand up on it and safety rules they must learn while at the sea. The other kids were at the sand playing, waiting for their turn.

All the groups were making rounds of 15 minutes each, the first 4 kids were getting the hang of it, but when it was Cauã and Clara's turn, the two of them were a bit… bad.

(Y/n) would never say that to Cauã, but that boy seemed like he had no control over any of his balance. Damn, she should have put him on sports sooner.

Every time he would stand up on the surfboard he would fall, Harry was quick to catch him, putting him back again, encouraging Cauã to try again. She could sense the boy was becoming frustrated.

That became clear when the lessons were over and Cauã and Harry got off the sea. Harry was saying something to the boy who had teary eyes. (Y/n) could only understand it once she got closer to them, feeling worried about the boy.

“That’s completely normal, Cauã. When I started surfing I didn’t even know how to swim! But I learned and today I'm even competing in championships!” (Y/n) heard the teacher saying. He was kneeling on the sand to be the same height as Cauã.

“Hey, what happened?” asked (Y/n), popping down on her knees next to Harry, looking at her son. “Why are you upset, baby?”

“I couldn’t stand up, mommy.” A pout was on his face. “And everybody else did it. I’m not good at it. I don’t wanna surf anymore.”

Harry was ready to interfere when (Y/n) started speaking.

“Baby, listen to me. You can’t give up every time you don’t get things right.” Harry was looking at her with a side-eye. “Surfing is like drawing. When you do an ugly one you take out a new paper and try it again and again until you get the results you want,” she explained to the boy the best she could.

“If I had given up on surfing on my first attempts I wouldn’t even be here in California.” Harry placed a hand on his shoulder. “I see a lot of potential in you little man, and I hope you can see it too.”

Cauã only nodded, hugging (Y/n) by her hip.

“Thank you, Mr. Styles. I’ll make sure to talk to him at home. He’s just a bit upset now,” explained (Y/n), stroking Cauã’s hair. “Say bye, baby, we need to go home.”

Cauã said his goodbyes, staying quiet the whole way home. (Y/n) just hoped he would be thrilled about the lessons next week.

The week went by fast. (Y/n)’s inspiration was slowly coming back thanks to the beach. She realized going there for a few minutes every night was making her lines more dedicated, and their little trips also made Cauã excited about surfing again.

So Saturday came around (Y/n) and Cauã were two bubbly little things, the boy about the lessons and the mom about her first date night after a long time.

While (Y/n) was sketching and making small conversations with Miranda she noticed the kids and both teachers were coming back from the sea, she didn’t understand it though, it was only 3 pm, the class was supposed to end in 1 hour.

The explanation came shortly after.

“I’m sorry guys, but I have to go home earlier today. My husband got a call from work and I need to be there to take care of my daughter,” said Mrs. Mila. “We will of course make the next class tomorrow a bit longer. I’m sorry again.”

The parents made sure to say it was okay, which made the blonde woman more calm. Everybody said their goodbyes until only (Y/n), Cauã, and the teacher were standing in the warm sand.

“Mom! Did you see how I stood up!” bubbled the boy, smiling at her.

He really did, after a few tries, he learned how to pop up while in the water. He only lost his balance once! Harry also made sure to acknowledge that, giving Cauã a high five every attempt he got right.

“Of course I did, baby! I’m so proud of you,” (Y/n) told him, opening her bag to apply more sunscreen on his face. “Hey, mommy needs to finish this drawing, so we can stay a bit more.”

The boy smiles at her, running to the shallow part of the water, so (Y/n) decides to finish her drawing with the watercolors she brought before she could paint the first line, a shadow covering her from the warm sun.

"You two are staying?" Harry asked her, his surfboard not too far away from him. He looked intimidating standing in front of her. Why didn't he leave with the other?

(Y/n) looked up at him, eyes pinching in a questioning stare, also wondering why he was being nice. "Yeah, Cauã went to swing a little and the weather is nice.”

“Yeah, it’s really hot, so the water is really cold though,” said Harry sitting down next to her,

What was he doing?

She decided to be polite and answer him, not wanting to create an awkward silence. “ “It’s also good for art making,” she mumbled. “The beach makes me want to paint again.”

"Again? Don't you, like, do that for a living?” he asked.

Now that they were closer she noticed a small mole he had on his chin and the dimples that would appear on his cheek every time he said something.

Her hands started playing with her dress. Even though he wasn't being a jerk today it was weird having a whole conversation with him.

"Yes, I have a little art studio, but sometimes it's hard to actually draw something for myself when I have students wanting to learn different techniques all the time,” she said. "But tell me, Mr. Styles, do you also have these types of conversations with the other parents?" She was looking at him with a teasing smile on her face.

“I actually do not, Miss (Y/L/N),” answered Harry in the same teasing tone. “But I’m sorry for acting like an idiot last week. When I saw you were late I thought you were one of those parents who didn't really care about their child, but obviously it's not the case.”

“I get it. I also have a lot of parents treating my art classes as a daycare. Last week a dad picked their child up 2 hours after the class was over. The poor thing was so sad.”

“That’s the exact reason why me and Mila decided to make the parents’ presence mandatory. We have a lot of bad experiences with it.”

(Y/n)’s alarm went off, indicating it was time to go. Jesse was probably at her house waiting for her already. “I have to go now, Mr. Styles, but I hope you have a good evening,” she says, bowing her head.

Harry matched the energy by bowing his head as well, saying sarcastically, “It sure was a delight, my lady.”

The woman just laughed, calling Cauã and going home.

Maybe Harry wasn’t that bad.

“Jesse, I look ridiculous,” says (Y/n), looking back at her sister through the mirror. “I like dresses, but not ones that are this tight.”

She was already regretting agreeing to this night out, she didn’t even feel like herself in this piece of clothing! When (Y/n) was younger, she didn’t have the chance to attend parties, and when she reached the legal age to drink she had a 2-year-old baby to take care of.

“Babe, you look stunning. This dress is making your butt pop out!” Jesse tried to boost her confidence, standing behind her. “But we can try finding another thing if you want.”

(Y/n) really thought about it, but she had nothing else to wear. Her usual clothes were comfy ones. Summer dresses and overalls that people wore to go to the market or play dates, but (Y/n) wanted to look sexy.

Once you became a mother it was like who you are was erased, your whole persona would be based on having a child and being a mom. She wanted to feel like herself again. After her most recent break-up, feeling confident was hard, but she was determined to bring herself up again.

“No, this one looks fine. I just have to get used to it,” she explained, bending down to put on her high heels that weren’t even that high, but baby steps were key.

“Auntie, let’s go. The video rental shop is gonna close.” Cauã rushed into the room.

“Video rental shop?” (Y/n) laughs, directing her sarcastic question to Jesse. “You sure are a millennial. You know we have a Netflix account, right?”

“Oh shut up. I’m trying to give him some culture,” Jesse defended herself, wrapping her arms around Cauã. “You remember how dad would always take us to rent movies? It was the highlight of our weekend.”

(Y/n) smiled, thinking of the sweet memories of her dad. He was a great man. That’s why she named Cauã after him.

“It really was. Cauã sure is impatient to go, right baby? What movie are you picking?” (Y/n) asked. She was ready to go.

“Maybe Moana or The Lion King.”

“Good, baby! Now go pick your bag to bring to Jesse’s, alright?”

The boy went to his room, leaving the sisters alone in the yellow room.

“Are you ready? You’re taking an uber?” asked Jesse, applying another round of red lipstick on (Y/n).

“Yes, I don’t plan on getting drunk or anything, but it’s safer.”

After Cauã was back with his bag, (Y/n) called the car. When it arrived she said goodbye to her family, kissing them on the cheek and hoping they had a good night. She got into the car, telling him the location of the pub and in a few minutes, she was there.

(Y/n) was feeling anxious, but she was gonna have a good time, she would make sure of it. She was hot and beautiful. She was gonna be fine.

(Y/n) wasn’t fine at all.

30 minutes had passed and the only person who she had made conversation with was the bartender in front of her. The chat wasn't even pleasing, he was trying to make jokes and flirting with her.

The pub was playing country music because somebody was celebrating their birthday on the second floor and that was the kind of song they requested, so the dance floor was dead.

“Can you make another one of these, please?” asked the woman to the barman, indicating the watermelon cocktail. If the night wasn’t interesting she might as well drink before she went home.

(Y/n) was feeling very lonely at the place, a lot of couples were sharing fish and fries, friend groups were getting together, like the one on her side, it seems like they didn't see each other for a long time.

“Of course I can, doll," replied the bartender, the name on his tag was written in the ugliest handwriting she had ever seen, but she guessed it said ‘Tomas’. “It will be done in a second, just let me go to the kitchen, the watermelon slices are over.”

The man was probably not that good at his job if he didn’t plan ahead the right amount of fruit for each drink, he also left the bar without anyone supervising it. Maybe he wanted to be fired.

“Excuse me, did you see where the bartender went?” asked a voice behind (Y/n), she slowly turned around.

“- I saw him lea- Miss (Y/L/N)!" said Harry, smiling at her, an empty glass in his hand, it was weird to see him wearing a shirt instead of the usual surf suit. “ Hi! what are you doing here.”

“Um, hi!” She greeted him back, pointing at her empty glass. “Waiting for my drink, he said he was gonna go to the kitchen to get more watermelon.”

“Oh, you took the watermelon cocktail? The one with gin?”

“No, the vodka one actually.”

“Even better! Let me wait here with you, I also want a watermelon drink anyway” Harry looked around, searching for an empty stool that he quickly found on the end of the bar a few meters away. “I’ll be right back!”

(Y/n) just murmured in agreement, was he always that open with acquaintances he met at random pubs?

He smiled in her direction, bringing the tool to her side, but noticed the space between her and the group was too small. “Hey, can you go a bit to the side so I can talk to my friend here? Thanks!” he said, not even waiting for a response, putting the stool on the girl’s side and practically shoving the group to move to the right.

(Y/n) noticed the bad look the other people were giving him, but she just decided to ignore them the same way Harry did. sitting close to her, their knees almost touching

“Friends hum?” she questioned. “Friends don’t call each other by their last name.”

She knew she didn't really have to be so formal since they were at a pub but she wanted to tease him a little.

“I’m sorry about that, some parents don’t take my job seriously, that’s why I asked them to be formal and stuff,” laughed Harry. “It struck my ego too.”

“But we can call each other by our first name if that’s ok with you?” Continued him, tapping his fingers on the counter,

“Yes, we can, but only because we aren’t at the beach.” joked her. “I would never want to be in the way to hurt your ego.”

“Well, sweetheart, you are the one who calls me Mr.Styles the most, the other parents slip a ‘Harry’ here and there, so you would be the last one to wound my poor self-esteem.”

“ Well, Harry it doesn’t seem like you have a bad self esteem, you’re just a bit of a narcissist."

“You are not wrong about that," he laughed, nodding slightly while his other finger was playing with the glass. “Are you from California?”

“Yeah, born and raised.” Answered her. “ I’m from Sacramento actually, but when my sister Jesse moved here I decided to do it too, she helps me take care of Cauã.”

“So I must thank her that I got to meet you here today.”

(Y/n) laughed, feeling her cheeks get warm “Yeah, I guess so. But what about you? You sound very much British.”

“That’s because I am an angel,” he snickered.

Angel, that made the inside of her thighs contract, the word sounded wonderful coming from his lips.

“I moved here for University, I got into UCLA, graduated 7 years ago”

Seven years! That would make him 28/29 years old, she thought he would be around her age or younger. “What did you graduate in?”

After he could respond, the barman came back, the smile quickly falling from his face as soon as he saw Harry there. (Y/n) couldn’t care but compared the two men together, Tomas was so not beautiful. She had to admit, Harry was pretty and very attractive per say.

“You got lucky, huh, Mrs.,” he said, looking between you and Harry. “There were only some slices left, just enough for your drink.”

“OH good! And it’s Mis-”

“Thank you, Tomas, me and (Y/n) will share it, make sure to put a bit more sugar," said Hary before she could speak, putting his arms around her, (Y/n) went still, giving him a side-eye.

“Actually Tomas, don’t put sugar, just squeeze a bit of lemon in it, I like my drink sour.” She never agreed to share a drink with Harry!

“Ouch, didn’t know you had problems sharing.” A dramatic expression on his face.

(Y/n) took his arms off her shoulder once Tomas turned their back to them “I don’t, but it is indeed my drink, he went to the kitchen for me.”

When the man finished the drink he made sure to put it right in front of (Y/n), leaving quickly after being called on the other side of the bar by a small group of people.

“I’m sorry for putting my arms around you like that, I know Tomas, he is a jerk.” Apologized Harry, sincerity on his face. “He always hits on people, and not charmingly like me.”

“That’s what you’ve been doing all this time, hitting on me ‘charmingly’?” laughed (Y/n), taking a sip of her drink and offering it to Harry, who accepted it.

“Of course not! I’m talking to you as a friend, a very sweet one,” he said after he finished the drink, getting closer to her face “It’s a shame you don’t enjoy sweetness though.”

(Y/n) grinned, taking the glass from his hand and bringing it to her lips. “It is a pity, yeah.”

Harry’s eyes darkened, his hand suddenly went to her face, really close to her mouth. “You left a bit of the drink spill out love, gotta be careful.”

“You’re getting very bold, Harry,” whispers (Y/n).

She told herself over and over that she would not be hooking up with anyone, that tonight was only a chance for her to let go and try to be herself again, but then Harry happened, her son’s teacher.

Well, that little detail didn’t matter right now, maybe because of the drinks she had, the only thing she was sure of was that she wanted Harry.

Just for tonight, she thought to herself while creating the courage to ask him the question, just for tonight she could let it go, just for tonight, she could have the pretty and sweet man.

“Harry, do you wanna go to my house?” stuttered (Y/n), embarrassment filling her body as Harry’s brows were raised in surprise that was quickly replaced by a boyish smile.

“To your house, angel? For what?” he asked him mischievously, putting a hand on her knee.

“You know what Harry.” Damn, she was already regretting this.

“Yeah, I know," he said standing up from the stool, helping her out in the process. “Got everything?”

Was that a yes? “Uhum, I only brought this purse," he hummed in response, putting a hand on her waist guiding her to the payment place.

“Harry, did you agree to that? You weren’t very clear.”

She heard him laughing over her shoulder “Of course I agreed, how can I not when you are here, looking so cute in this dress.” His voice was getting deeper and lower. “And the best part is that I’m the one taking it off, right?”

(Y/n) ignored his last sentence. “You know this is only a hook-up, right?”

“I know, love, don’t stress over that," replied him with a smile.” “But I still enjoy being pampered.”

After a moment of quietness between them, Harry said, “I’m glad I’m going to yours, Kiara is at home and I-”

(Y/n)’s eyes went wide and she stopped walking

Wait, wait, wait.

Kiara? Who was Kiara? A fiance? a child?

“Harry please, for the love of God tell me Kiara isn’t your girlfriend," said (Y/n) angrily.

“What?! Of course not, She’s my dog!” he explained, looking hurt that she would think such a thing of him. “I just don’t want her looking at me differently. We would have to do the walk of shame and Kiara would be there, laying on her purple bed judging us.”

“You scared me, you idiot,” answered (Y/n), relieved.

“Would never do that love," he said sweetly, petting her back. “Now go wait outside while I pay, my car is the black range rover.”

“No, it’s ok, I can pay.” She was about to take her credit card off when Harry’s hand met hers.

“I might be an idiot but I am still a gentleman,” Smiled him. “Please, let me do it, I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

(Y/n) shrugged. “When I pay for the lessons at the end of this month, I will make sure to put in an extra 40 dollars.” And then she left, looking for Harry’s car, a smile on her face.

The decision to go out today was a good fucking one.

(Y/n) loved her son very much, but she was so fucking happy he was with his aunt right now.

"Who told you were the one doing anything?" she teased, looking back and finding those green eyes filled with lust.

When she finally opened the door, Harry was quick to turn her around, putting her legs around his own hips, and pressed her back into the closest wall, closing the door with his foot.

"I know you are a bossy little thing, but now tonight." His lips sucking on her neck, the tongue was caressing the skin. "And damn, your ass looks so good in this dress–"

Before he could finish, one of (Y/n)'s hands went all the way to his lower belly, feeling the wet spot caused by pre-cum. "Let's see about that, alright Mr. Styles?" She heard a moan leaving his mouth when she applied pressure on the growing shaft. “But hey, don't suck too hard, I don't wanna walk around having a hickey.”

"Ok, no hickeys," His voice was raspy, his breath going directly to her jawline. “But I will ruin you, angel.” He kissed her like she hadn't been kissed in years, that kiss had the promise of a long and good night.

Their lips were glued to each other, feeling the softness, and the taste of the shared drink long forgotten.

His hips were grinding shamelessly against her center, his hand holding into the love handles under the dress.

"Where is your room? Or do you prefer here on the couch?" he asked, grabbing her behind.

"No no, let's go to my room, it's the last one in the hallway." She wouldn't do anything in the living room knowing Cauã would be there tomorrow.

Harry was still holding the woman against his body when they got to her bedroom, it was very... yellow. He didn't have much time to think about it, feeling her pretty lips marking him slightly, he hoped the lipsticks would stain on his skin for a long time.

He gently laid her on the bed, taking his shirt off in the process, her eyes met his inked body.

(Y/n)'s nails met Harry's tattooed chest. "I never realized you had so many tattoos, these two birds are cute," She scratched his body until she got into his hips, on his fern tattoo. "But I like those better."

Her hands went to his pants, undoing the zipper, Harry hushedly taking them off, leaving the man in only a black boxer brief.

She was ready to take him out when Harry stopped her.

"No, Petal." He was on his knees, pushing her down to lay on her back. "Did you genuinely think I wouldn't get a taste of you?" he asked, petting her cheek.

She was ready to fight back when Harry intervened, putting his finger on her lips.

"Shh, don't wanna hear anything coming from your mouth, already talked an awful lot tonight."

He lifted her dress, resting the fabric on her navel, she was wearing black underwear, her wetness was already visible. He opened her thighs, sliding the finger up and down the inside of the soft skin.

"You were terribly sassy for someone who is this wet over a few kisses," he hooked his finger on the black underwear, bringing it to the side. "Such a pretty little pussy, can't wait to taste it."

"Would you let me taste it? Tell me."

The girl was already putty in his hand, and she hated it, but she couldn't fight the control, it was already his.

"Yes, yes! Please,” begged the girl, closing her thighs to make some friction.

He only made her thighs open up more, his cold rings on the meaty flesh. "Oh, look at you saying please, you must really be desperate."

His lips first met the inside of her thighs, kissing the skin tenderly, his hand squeezing (Y/n)'s hips. "Let me take your underwear off."

(Y/n) raised her hips, and Harry took the fabric off, throwing it on the floor. Suddenly she felt exposed, it's been some time since somebody saw that part of her body, a wave of embarrassment went through her.

But the feeling was quickly replaced by pleasure, Harry was slowly sucking on her clit, lapping his tongue in her warm center.

Harry proceeded to put her legs around his shoulder, making his face go even deeper than before. The woman's body tensed up when she felt his two fingers in her opening.

"What's wrong? Don't wanna my fingers? he asked, with surprise gentleness in his tone.

"It's been some time, just go slow, please" whispered the woman, grinding her hips, but his big hands clutched her, making her stay still.

"Ok love, gonna go slow." His mouth went back to (Y/n)'s pussy, with only one finger making its way into her.

(Y/n) could only feel pleasure. Sweet moans leaving her mouth with every lick on her clit, his finger was pumping that sweet spot inside her.

When he felt she was lubricated enough, he put a second finger, sliding it inside gently. She could feel a warm feeling growing, her high was close.

She threw her head into the pillow, one hand clutching the duvet and the other one pulling Harry's hair, this time she heard one moan, and it wasn't from her.

She could feel Harry grinding his hips against the bed, one of his hands making its way up her body, placing it in her lower rib cage.

(Y/n) couldn't stay still now, as much as Harry's hands tried to hold her. The pleasure was becoming too much.

"Gonna cum love?" he asked, grinning up at her, his finger never stopping the movement.

"Yes, H, I-I need it." Her eyes were closed, and there was a faint red in her cheeks, Harry then decided to be merciful and let the poor woman cum, curling his finger in her sweet spot.

It was very easy to know the places (Y/n) was the most sensitive, she was very responsive over everything Harry did so far.

Good how much he loved those little moans, they would go directly to his cock, making it harder and bigger each second.

"Harry don’t stop that, oh–" her voice seized when her wave of orgasm came, washing Harry's mouth away with her cum. (Y/n)'s back arched in such a beautiful way, her walls tightening against his long finger.

He helped (Y/n) ride out her high, slowly pumping his finger in and out until she whispered it was too much.

As she was slowly getting her consciousness back, he cleaned his fingers with his mouth, drying them on the duvet.

(Y/n) was still feeling the cozy feeling that came with an orgasm when cold hands met hers, making her own hands relax and let it go off the duvet she once held for dear life.

"Gonna hurt yourself if you keep on pulling it like that, angel," said Harry, his face wet with her release and his boxers doing little to nothing to hide the growing erection. "Feeling ok? Want some water?"

"No, I just want you," panted (Y/n). She truly enjoyed how caring Harry was to her, but she wanted, needed more of him.

“Alright, love, whenever you want,” beamed Harry, getting off the bed and picking up his pants, a silver pack in his hands, in a small movement he took off his boxer, his cock now free from the piece of clothing, was standing up above his naval.

“Staring much darling? That does wonders to my ego," he brought the pack to his lips, opening the condom and putting it on his length. “Turn around, hands on the headboard.”

His demanding voice tone was making (Y/n) wetter than she was, she could feel the blush in her cheeks as she did what he ordered, on her knees, hands holding on tightly to the wooden material.

The man was back in bed, his ringed hands taking her dress off completely, leaving (Y/n) completely nude. As he got closer (Y/n) could feel the rubbered head touching her, her body tensed with the sudden contact.

Harry was teasing her with his cock, running it up and down her cunt. “I could swear you would find it hard to handle with all that brat attitude, but look at you, did everything I told you without a peep," he murmured in her ear, “Do you get off by me telling you what to do?”

“Yes, I do, please fuck me.” A keening voice fell from the girl's lips as Harry’s cock slowly sank into her, hands wrapping around her waist and the other met her tit, pinching the rigid nipple. “Harry it feels so good, need you deeper.”

“Deeper? Like that?” In seconds his whole shaft was inside of her, her soft walls could feel every vein. He was bigger than every guy she had been before, so the soreness didn’t surprise her. “Lean forward (Y/n), let me properly fuck you.”

(Y/n)’s knees went back and her arms distanced from each other to gain more balance as Harry practically mounted her from behind, his cooed moans telling that he was enjoying it as much as she was.

His thrusts were fast and hard, the headboard leg hitting the wall with every push, thank god (Y/n) didn't need to worry about the neighbors hearing anything since the houses had a pretty big space between one another.

That also meant they could moan as much as they liked.

"Like that, Angel? Do I make you feel good?" Harry asked amusedly, his knees making their way into the inside of her thighs to make her stay still.

"But you need something more.” He could hear the shallow breaths coming out of her mouth. "Want me to play with your clit?"

"Y-yes, please,” crooned the girl, holding his arm on the headboard for more steadiness, his other arm left her waist, going to her center, her body wincing at the sudden sensation. “More to the side, Harry.” Her small hand guided him to the most sensitive part of her nub.

His hips were rocking into her, moans leavening his mouth as his hand was rapidly working on her clit, getting her closer and closer to her second release of the night while he built his way into his own.

“Gonna cum for me, love? I can feel you squeezing around my cock," he cooed, swirling his hand on her center.

“I’m so close, H.” (Y/n) tossed her head back, laying it against Harry's shoulder, the pit on her tummy getting more intense at every thrust Harry would give her.

“Go on then baby.” Harry’s clumsy thrust indicated he wasn't too far from his apex as well. “Drench me,” he ordered, and for what felt like the tenth time in the night, (Y/n) did what Harry told her.

The bliss washed over her body, her back arched at the same moments her nails pierce Harry's skin, sweet whimpers leaving her mouth as she felt her body going limp as she lost the strength on her knees. Harry held her closer to his body, taking his hand off her wet pussy, placing it on her waist again, slamming his cock into her with more urgency.

“Give it to me, Harry,” said the girl in a tired voice, coaxing Harry to his release “‘know you’re ready, your cock is twitching already.”

“Fuck (Y/n)," he hummed in a deep tone, speeding up his pace, slamming into her pussy while he held her throat softly, his finger leaving marks on her hips. ‘Gonna cum, fuck.”

With two more thrusts Harry high, emptying spurt of spurt inside the sweet girl right in front of him, his hand left her throat as he gave the last push into the girl's pussy. His whole body went numb, holding the girl as they laid on the bed.

They stayed still for a few minutes, trying to regain their breath and sense back to their body

"You good, H?" whispered (Y/n) in a low voice, trying to keep her breath steady. "Do you need some water?"

Harry laughed, trying to get comfortable on the messy bed. The pillows were on the floor along with his clothes.

"Guess I didn't fuck you right if you are still able to give sassy remarks." he answered, standing up, grabbing his pants.

"Are you leaving already?" asked the girl concerned, she knew it was only a one night stand, but not even a bit of cuddle? No nothing? He said he liked being pampered himself!

"No sweetheart, unless you want me to," he picked up his shirt and gave it to her. "Here, put this one, yeah?"

The girl accepted, feeling better having her nudity only to herself again.

"Where is the bathroom, love? Is this door? asked Harry standing in front of the door beside her mirror. "Got a bit of a situation here," asked Harry, referring to the used condom still attached to his dick.

"Yes, feel free to use it" (Y/n) was trying not to make eye contact while he was like that. "Just be fast, please, I really need to pee."

Harry just chuckled. "You are pretty, (Y/n)." That was the last thing he said when the bathroom door closed.

Yeah, getting a house with a bathroom to herself was a good choice, she thought while she was getting her dress from the floor, putting them on her dresser. She also picked all the pillows that were thrown on the ground at some moment of their night.

Fuck, she really had sex with her son's teacher. She was totally gonna get the mother of the year award.

"You can go now, love. I'm going to the kitchen to get some water, gonna bring you something to eat too," said Harry, walking out of the bathroom already wearing his pants, or trousers as he used to say. "Where do you keep your glasses?"

"It's on the bottom shelf, right by the side of the fridge."

"Alright, you wait here looking pretty," he teased with a grin, leaving the room.

She went to the bathroom and relieved herself, when (Y/n) was done she cuddled up to the bed, feeling her cheeks warm by the thought of what happened minutes ago. It had been such a long time she wasn't fucked like that, it was a miracle she could still use her legs.

She didn't walk much but the little amount she did was enough to show how sore she was in between her thighs

Harry came back to the room, holding one glass of water in one hand and an apple in the other. “Ok here it is, eat it up, I know how tired you must be," he winked, giving her the apple and placing the glass on the nightstand, handing her the red fruit, but she declined.

“Thank you, but I don't really like fruits.”

“What? How can you not like them? They are sweet and-” He stopped as if he was thinking of what other good qualities they could have. “Colorful, yeah, they all have different colors, you are an artist, you should like ‘em.”

“Well, they are pretty, but I hate the texture.” She answered yawning while Harry sat next to her on the comfy bed.

He gave one bite on the red apple, offering it to her a second time, putting it right in front of her mouth. “Just a few bits, it has fructose, it’s good for you.”

She opened her mouth, biting it while he was feeding her. After she was done both of them laid together, one next to each other.

“This was just a one time thing, ok?” (Y/n) started saying while she looked at the roof. “This is gonna become too messy, whatever this is, and I just can’t ha-”

Harry placed a hand on her belly, making her stay quiet. “Shh love, it’s late, yeah? We can talk about this some other time, go to sleep, you're barely keeping your eyes open.

“Ok, you can stay and take a nap, but you need to be gone in the morning, understood? My sister is dropping Cauã off at noon.”

“Yeah yeah, know that. I've already set an alarm for 8 pm, now go to sleep.” His hand didn’t leave her body as he said his last words before falling asleep “Jesus you do talk quite a lot.”

(Y/n) woke up hearing a very know sentence, one that made her heart and warm and her happy, but for right now it only made her wish she could disappear,

“Mom!- Cauã screamed from far away, probably the kitchen. (Y/n) woke up abruptly, trying to comprehend what was happening, when she looked at the man lying next to her she understood she was fucked.

She ran to the door, promptly locking it. She didn’t need her son to see his surf teacher snoring on his mother’s bed.

What time was it and why the fuck Harry was still there? She needed to focus on one thing at a time before the boy came knocking into her room.

Clothes, she- they needed clothes.

(Y/n) took Harry’s shirt, throwing it at him while she went to her dresser looking for a decent summer dress “Harry, wake up, damn! Come on, Cauã is here.” She screamed at Harry, hoping the two people standing not too far away wouldn't listen to it.

“Why are you screaming an- oh, you are pretty much naked," he said groggily, a boyish smile on his face seeing the girl’s ass while she was with her back turned to him.

“Can you put clothes on? He is here, hurry!”

“Ok, ok!” he mumbled grumpily, “I see you’re back to being your old bossy little self.”

She was gonna kill Harry, she was certain of it. With a pink dress covering her body, (Y/n) went open the door, but before she turned around. “Cover yourself and do not leave the room until I tell you, understood?”

“You say to me to cover myself as if you weren’t the one getting me naked last night,” he argues, standing up and putting the shirt on. “And I have my pants on, you were the one wearing my shirt, th-”

Before Harry could finish (Y/n) left the room, letting him wait for her ‘call’. Who did she think he was? Some kinda obedient pet who would do whatever she told him to? Harry asked himself while sitting on the bed, waiting.

(Y/n) could hear Jesse’s voice as she made her way to the kitchen, trying to put on the face of ‘nothing happened, 'no, of course, I didn’t spend one night with a man I’ve known for less than a couple of weeks.’

“(Y/n)? Are you here?” Asks Jesse, standing with Cauã in the kitchen. “The door was unlocked, did you let it like that for the whole night?”

“Oh hi, guys! Sorry, I had a bit of a hard night.” laughed (Y/n) nervously while hugging Cauã and greeting her sister. “Must have forgotten to lock the door.”

“Did you guys have a good night? Wanna go out for lunch?” question the girl, ignoring the conspiratory looks her big sister was giving her.

“Lunch mom? It’s 8 am, did you not see the clock?” asked Cauã.

Oh damn, maybe this whole situation wasn’t completely Harry’s fault.

“I-I forgot to check the clock too, I just woke up.” She was not looking at any of their faces, only staring at the wall behind them where Harry had kissed her. They would know she was lying. “But what happened for you guys to be here so early? I thought you said you would be here near noon?” asked (Y/n) to her sister.

“My gig was advanced, I have to leave in 1 hour to San Francisco.” The older sister explained. “Cauã, baby, why don’t you go watch some tv while me and your mom talk for a bit?

“No! Stay here,” (Y/n) meddled. He couldn’t go down the hall.

“Why (Y/n), did you forget something in your bedroom too?” muttered Jesse to (Y/n) in a way Cauã couldn’t hear.

Cauã.

Cauã who wasn’t in the kitchen anymore.

“Harry! Hey!” The sisters overheard Cauã from (Y/n)'s room.

“Harry? Harry as in the surf teacher? What did you do last night?!” Jesse asked, looking at her sister waiting for a response that didn’t come. “No fucking way.” She laughed.

“He was there, ok? We had a nice time and we decided to come here, but he was supposed to leave before you could see him. Don’t judge me ok, I know it’s wrong-”

“Judge you? Honey, I’m happy for you! Do you like him?! Let me introduce myself to him.”

“What? No!”

And just like that, the sisters were heading in the direction of Harry and Cauã’s, the younger chasing the older one.

“Mom, Did you know Harry has a dog named Kiara?" Cauã asked first thing when he saw the woman getting into the room. Harry seemed very unbothered by the whole circumstances, sitting on the edge of the bed with a smile on his face. “She is a golden retriever, isn’t that nice?

“So nice, right Cauã?.” Jesse answered for (Y/n), offering her hand to Harry. “Hi! I’m Jesse.”

Harry grabbed her hand, shaking it. “I’m Harry! I suppose you are the sister? (Y/n) talked about you.”

“Oh, so we have something in common because (Y/n) also talked about you.”

Harry turned his head to (Y/n), who looked mortified and angry at the same time, still standing on the door. “You talk to people about me, sweetheart? That’s so nice of you.” A challenging grin appeared on his face, daring her to be rude to him in front of Cauã, who was sitting on the bed not understanding a thing.

“Mom, I still don’t get it, why is Harry here?”

“He’s my- friend!” she explained, lying to her son, something that she’s used to doing since motherhood came around. “And friends like to spend time together, like you and Clara!”

“But what did you two do?”

“We played games,” (Y/n) answered impulsively with the first thing that she thought.

“What kind of games?”

“Video Games.”

“Mom, we don’t have a videogame," said the boy, looking at her like she was crazy. She could see her sister and Harry trying hard not to laugh.

“Yeah, but Harry has it, but he already put it back in his car because he needs to go, right Harry?” She challenged him back with her stare.

“Yes, sorry Cauã, I need to go back home to take care of Kiara.” He petted Cauã’s head. "but we’ll see each other late today at the lessons”

He left the boy on the bed, standing in front of Jesse.

“Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Jesse, I’m looking forward to gossiping about (Y/n) with you the same way she does with us.” Joked Harry, going in (Y/n)'s direction, kissing her on the cheek. “And it was a pleasure to play with you, angel. Maybe next time we can play Daredevil.”

“Bye, Harry,” (Y/n)'s cheeks flushed with warmth, letting him go alone, he already knew the way to the door anyway. Her sister and son also said their goodbyes.

“You are going to tell me everything that happened when I get back.” (Y/n) was in the middle of protesting when Jesse cut her off. “No, this is non negotiable.” Jesse turned to Cauã. “Come give me a hug bug, I also have to go.”

“Bye Auntie, I’ll miss you.’ mumbled the boy against Jesse’s shirt.

“I’ll miss you too honey, keep an eye on your mom, ok?”

Cauã nodded, kissing her cheek and going to his room.

“I love you, thank you for taking him for the night.” sighed (Y/n), putting Jesse in an embrace.

“You should really thank me, for the scratches on his arm. The night was really good.” Jesse laughed. “Bye, I have to go, and I love you too little sis, don’t do anything too wild until I get back.”

(Y/n) followed Jesse to the door. “Have a safe trip and don’t forget to call me. Hope you have a good job.”

“Okie! Don’t have to worry about me, you know it.” She blew (Y/n) a kiss and with that, she drove down the street, in the direction of San Francisco.

She also noticed Harry’s car wasn’t in front of the neighbor’s house anymore, before she could think more about the man, she received a message.

Unknown number: Hi sweetheart ;) It’s Harry btw.

(Y/n)’s phone: How did you get my number?!!

Unknown number: You had to inform it on the form when you signed up for Cauã’s lessons.

(Y/n)’s phone: Isn’t that a crime? Stealing private information for your own purpose?

Harry surf: Hm… Nah, don’t think so.

(Y/n)’s phone: Alright, what do you want??

Harry surf: I’m pretty sure I left my right sock on your bedroom somewhere, bring it to me at the lessons later, please :D

(Y/n)’s phone: Really, Harry? I won’t show up there with a sock

Harry surf: Well, if you don't THAT will be considered a crime, you’re stealing something of mine.

(Y/n)’s phone: YOU were the one who left it at MY house.

Harry surf: Feisty today, aren't we? What are you saying next? That I robbed your house?

(Y/n)’s: Bye Harry

Harry surf: Don't forget my sock. xoxo

Stupid Harry, (Y/n) thought while bending next to the bed, looking for the stupid sock.

“Hello Miss (Y/L/n) You are here earlier!" said Harry with a grin on his face.

His hair and surf suit were already wet, insicading he was surfing before class, from the blush on his cheek he was there for a long time, even before 13 pm even

“Hey little man, how are you? Excited for waves today?” he asked Cauã who was bouncing on his own feet.

“Yes Harry! I ate spinach yesterday at my auntie’s, she said it would help today.”

“She was right! every green food helps us get stronger, that’s how hulk gets his muscles.” Harry showed off his muscles to Cauã.

“Didn't he get his power because of gamma radiation?” asked Cauã, her proud little nerd.

(Y/n) looked up to Harry with an amused expression seeing his face falling after having his words questioned.

“Yeah, that and broccoli.” mumbled Harry to the boy while (Y/n) laughed.

Cauã decided to go play on the sand near to the sea, when he was far (Y/n) opened her bag, taking off Harry's sock and giving it to him so he could put it into his own bag.

“I thought you weren't bringing it?” Mocked Harry.

“I was thinking about burning it, but I didn't want the smell to be in the house.”

She actually thought about it, but she didn't want to explain to the neighbours why she was starting a bonfire at 9 am.

“You look pretty today,” Began Harry. “I hear orgasmns does wonders to the skin.”

Cheeky jerk.

“Well, I wouldn't know.” shuddered (Y/n).

“Of course you wouldn't be an angel.” agreed with him ironically. “Were you happy with my message today? How did you save my number? ‘Best I ever had’?

“Bold of you to assume I saved it in the first place.” She rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, alright,” laughed him, “So you know, I put a little warmelon on your name.”

She found it funny, but that couldn't begin to happen, or else it would become too messy too fast. She had to remind that he was the surf teacher, and he was just gonna be that.

“But don’t send more messages, okay? Cauã plays on my pho-” She said kindly not wanting to hurt him.

“Don’t worry about it darling.” muttered Harry, not looking at her.

When she was about to respond Mrs Mila arrived, needing Harry’s help to carry her surfboard. (Y/n) and Harry didn’t have any more conversations, just some bickering before the lessons started.

It was a Tuesday and (Y/n) was feeling shitty.

When she woke up to go to work she instantly felt sick, running to her bathroom and emptying her stomach, which was already pretty much empty since she still hadn’t had her breakfast.

When she felt it was safe to leave the bedroom she decided to go to bed again, taking her phone texting her students, saying the class total was canceled because she wasn’t feeling well.

If Jesse wasn’t in San Fransisco she could go to the studio with (Y/n) and give her a hand there, but unfortunately, she was still there, so it was only her and Cauã today.

(Y/n) decided to go to the couch and turn the tv on while Cauã was in his room, playing with her phone. She placed a heating pad on her lower stomach and took her temperature before catching up on a TV show she hadn't watched in a week..

Even Cauã decided to leave him room, giving (Y/n)’s phone back and sitting on the rug in front of the couch, playing with his legos.

When (Y/n) was almost done with season 3, she heard the bell rang and immediately frowned, no one was supposed to be here today, Jesse wasn't even in town!

She put the heating pad in some place on the couch thighed the robe against her body as she slowly made her way to the door. The bell rang a second time, as if the person behind it was impatient she opened the door.

"Hello wh–."

"(Y/n), are you ok?!" asked a very worried Harry.

Harry.

At the door.

At her door.

"I– Yes, I am, what are you doing here?" asked (Y/n), letting him in. "Did something happen?"

"You sent me a message telling me you were feeling bad, almost going to the hospital!" said Harry, he sure looked like he left his house in a hurry, he was wearing sweatpants and a very old t-shirt, was he wearing unmatched sh–.

"(Y/n) damn it! Can you answer me?" The man in front of her looked like he was about to have a stroke, and she was as well, what was happening?

"Ok, first thing: don't scream, my head is killing me, second, I did not send you any messages, I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Look at this then," he pulled his phone out of his pocket, showing the big message she sent saying everything Harry informed.

Her mind went straight to the only person that could have done that. Turning around, looking at the boy still sitting on the rug, face screaming 'guilty'.

"Cauã, why did you text, Harry? You know lying is bad." She asked sternly, he had no reason to do that!

She went in his direction, kneeling in front of him, trying to be the same height as him. Harry sat on the couch just listening to the conversation, trying to calm his nerves down.

"I didn't lie, mom! You told me to call auntie if we ever have an emergency, but she's not here so I thought I would text Harry instead. I saw the contact with his name the other day when I was playing Roblox," The boy was rambling, talking so fast she almost couldn't understand. "Don't be mad, mommy."

"Cauã, baby, I'm fine, I'm just a little sick, I won't go to the hospital, you don't need to worry about me," (Y/n) wrapped her arms around her son, hugging him. "You are the kid here, I am the one who takes care of you."

"How did you even get all the words right, buddy?" asked Harry, looking more tranquil now that he realized she wasn't dead.

"I used the voice speech," explained the boy, not looking at Harry's face. " I didn’t know how to spell hospital and infection."

(Y/n) picked him up, sitting him on her lap as they sat on the couch next to Harry.

"Infection? Baby, mommy is only with some cramps and a bit of fever! It's only food poisoning at its worst." The woman clarified, trying to make the boy understand this wasn't a life and death situation.

"Cramps? Like the ones you get sometimes?" asked the boy, meaning the painful period cramps (Y/n) would get sometimes.

"Yeah, but not quite." Laughed (Y/n) brushing the hair on his forehead with her fingers, feeling more relaxed now. She should've had explained the situation to him instead of just saying ‘mom is sick so we are staying home today’

"Why don't you go play in your room, Cauã? I can take care of your mom now" said Harry sweetly, (Y/n) only gave him a side eye.

"Oh, can I play with your videogame Harry? Did you bring it?" Peep the boy with excitement

Not the video game again, (Y/n) thought.

"Sorry little man,I was too busy driving here like a crazy man," joked Harry tickling Cauã's side "But we can set up a playdate, ok? Then you can play all the games you want."

"Ok, Harry, I'll wait for it," said the boy, a bit disappointed, heading to his room.

"A video game playdate?" asked (Y/n), raising one eyebrow. "Really?"

"I wouldn't mind having a 'playdate' with you," he teased, putting his hand on her forehead "Damn, you really are hot, when did you last take your temperature?"

"Earlier today– What are you doing?" (Y/n) asked coldly.

"Looking for a thermometer," hummed him, opening the white box with a little cross on it where she kept all of the medicine. "Found it! Open your mouth, angel."

"What? No? Why are you doing that? I'm ok, I already told you that."

"I say this in the kindest way possible, but you look horrible," answered the man, sticking the thermometer in her mouth, in a very unkind way.

"He, I don–" Before (Y/n) could finish his finger was in her lips.

"Shh, gotta be quiet." muttered Harry

She thought about fighting back, but when a wave of pain went through her body she decided to stay calm. She could kick him out after she got her temperature.

"Just let me take off my shoes."

(Y/n)'s eyes wilded, was he planning to stay?

The thermometer's noise went off, indicating it was done. She had a fever of 102. Great, just great, it was worse than before.

"How bad is it?" asked Harry, taking the object from her, looking at the small numbers

"Not that bad, I'm gonna put an ice pack on my head and take some medicine, I'll be fine tomorrow, so you can go."

"Go? Go home? I already drove all the way here, plus, I don't think it's safe to leave you alone. And before you can say anything, what if you get worse? What if you end up needing to go see a doctor?" Questioned Harry putting the thermometer away.

(Y/n) just cuddled up more to the couch, bringing the fluff blanket closer to her. She just wanted to rest for a bit, having Harry there wasn't that bad. She could take a nap for a few hours and wait until her fever came down.

"Alright, but only for Cauã, don't want him feeling scared," mumbled (Y/n), already drifting to sleep.

"Yeah, only for Cauã," Agreed Harry with a small package of medicine in his hand, "Put your heating pad back on your tummy and take these pills, they are supposed to help."

(Y/n) hugged the pad into her lower stomach, taking the pills with the water bottle Harry gave to her.

After (Y/n) closed her eyes Harry decided to organize the house a bit, putting plates and toys away, he noticed a lot of her art stuff was on the kitchen table.

Some papers were scrawled over as if she gave up on the drawing, but the ones who weren't, were pretty and colorful, she really was a talented little artist.

He had the chance to peek at some sketches she was doing when they were at the beach, but seeing them from close was way better.

Harry decided not to move any of her pencils and paints, concentrating on the kitchen with some plates waiting to be cleaned.

Their whole house had a lot of colorful decorations and plants. Very different from Harry's house, which was very simple, only having furniture and white walls.

(Y/n) could bring color to his life, they could bring color to his life.

Harry didn't consider himself lonely, he had made a lot of new friends once he got into UCLA, and kept the closest relationship he could to his family, considering the distance.

But surely moving from London all the way to sunny California made a real change in his social life. It wasn't necessarily bad, Harry had more time to focus on his surfing, something that he couldn't do in England.

The championship was almost there, Harry needed to use all of his time to practice and exercise, and still, here he was, taking care of his mom's student who he also had sex with days ago.

Well, she was more than a mom's student, he was very aware of that but (Y/n) was always so persistent to build a barrier between them.

Harry knew by what she told him at the bar that her past relationships didn't end up well, but if she could give him a chance he could show that he would never treat her or Cauã badly.

It was weird to Harry, to care for someone he knew for a short amount of time, but the way she talked about art and surfing to Cauã at the beach made Harry feel warm inside.

She had a beautiful way of seeing life and a more beautiful way to express what she saw in beautiful drawings.

Maybe people do fall in love with people's passions.

(Y/n) woke up after a long nap feeling a little better. She wasn’t feeling that hot sensation of fever in her face or the discomfort in her stomach.

When she opened her eyes the luminosity didn’t ache in her head anymore, so she could focus on the scene in front of her.

Harry and Cauã playing lego on the floor, talking in low tones as if to not wake her up, Cauã’s glasses were too big for his face, falling every time he looked down, she needed to get him new ones. She was a bit surprised Harry was still there.

“Mom! You are awake.” Screamed the boy once he saw his mom’s eyes open, he suddenly jumped on (Y/n), giving her a big hug.

“Hey man, you gotta be careful with her, ok?” laughed Harry, picking the boy from (Y/n)’s lap , placing him on her side of the couch, forgetting the legos on the floor.

(Y/n) thanked him for that, Cauã was growing, getting heavier and taller every day, but he acted like he was still small, well, he will certainly always be her baby, anyways.

“Sorry, mom.” Apologized to the boy. “Are you feeling better?”

She sat up upright, making more room for Cauã and Harry to be comfortable on the couch. “I am Love. My body is still a little sore but I’ll be brand new tomorrow.”

“I took your temperature again while you were sleeping, you got down to 101, so it’s getting down.” Answered Harry, smiling sweetly at her. “I also made mac and cheese! Cauã said you two liked it. The table is already set so come on.”

Damn, he was being nice, too nice. “Yeah, mac and cheese is our favorite.” Answered (Y/n), taking off the blanket from her body, pushing her body out of the couch, failing miserably. She was still feeling weak.

Harry made his way to (Y/n), grabbing her arms gently lifting her off the furniture.” Once you eat you’ll be even better.” comforted him, helping her sit on the table.

“I could do that myself," said the girl grumpily, but accepted the help.

“Yeah, right,” Harry said ironically, bringing three plates of food to the table, one for each person, his head going in Cauã's direction. “Alright little man, I need you to tell me what you think of it, alright? Your opinion is very valid to me.” Joked him to Cauã, who smiled devouring the food, (Y/n) and Harry did the same.

“I think it’s good, but it needs more salt," said the boy, a wise look on his face, as if he was judging plates in Masterchef.

“More salt? Of course not! It has the right amount,” (Y/n) protested before Harry could say anything. “You can’t eat too much salt, or else you're gonna have high blood pressure before you turn ten.”

“Sweetheart, please. This is a safe zone where everybody can express their true feelings, right?” The grin on his face indicated the true feelings he was talking about weren’t about the mac and cheese.

(Y/n) just rolled her eyes, continuing to eat her food until suddenly Cauã stopped, pointing at Harry's arm, a confused look on his face.

“Harry! Is that a naked lady on your arm?” He was sitting on his knees on the chair, trying to get a closer look.

Harry chuckles, putting his arm below the table so the boy wouldn’t see it. (Y/n) wanted to throw her fork at him. Harry was corrupting her son. Ok, maybe she was being dramatic, Harry was a great person, but no mother wants their children looking at nude figures!

“Well, She is not a lady, she is a mermaid. And she is naked because she is half fish, and fish don’t wear clothes," explained Harry, looking at (Y/n), asking her if his explanation was good enough, she just nodded, going back to her mac and cheese.

But Cauã didn’t do the same, still questioning Harry. “But Ariel is a mermaid and she wears a bikini!”

“Well, Ariel has decency, different from Harry,” (Y/n) remarked, looking at Harry with a mocking face.

“You would be the one to know about my decorum habits, darling," he mocked back.

"Why don't we all get back to eating?" Suggested (Y/n), trying to end the conversation. To her delight they all did it

'Mom, can we go for ice cream in the afternoon?" Pleaded Cauã, looking at her with puppy eyes, she, unfortunately, had to decline.

"Sorry baby, I'm still not feeling 100% good, maybe another day, alright?"

He just nodded sadly.

"I can take him if you want." Harry proposed. "I can bring him back in the evening, what do you think, Cauã?"

The boy's response was to jump off the chair and hug Harry, who hugged the boy back.

"Thank you, Harry! We can go to the one near the park, mommy's ex-boyfriend used to take me there!"

No, no, no.

This couldn't happen, that's exactly why (Y/n) didn't want Harry to be with her. Now Cauã would get attached the same way he did with John.

Then she would be left with a broken heart and a disappointed child, just like the other two other times. She wouldn't let Cauã get hurt again, she wouldn't let herself get hurt again.

"Cauã, I said no," said (Y/n), a tone she rarely used with him, which made the two boys turn their heads.

"It's not a bother (Y/n), we're gonna have a nice time together." Argued Harry, not understanding why she was acting like that. She was still a bit grumpy, but now she looked like a man, mad at him.

(Y/n) ignored the man, focusing her attention on her son. "Since you are done you can go play in the yard, go on, mommy needs to talk to Harry alone."

"Are you angry mom?" asked the boy, unhooking his arms that were once around Harry.

"No, it's just grown-up talk, you don't need to worry about that." (Y/n) said with a soft voice now, she didn’t wanna upset the poor boy.

The boy made his way to the door, when they heard the sound that indicated they were alone Harry stood up, taking his and Cauã's plate, putting it on the sink.

"Is there something wrong, (Y/n)? I didn't know taking him out would upset you," said Harry, turning around and facing the girl he was so fond of.

"Well, it does bother me. That's why you shouldn't have come here. This–"She made a movement with her finger pointing at her and him. "–Is becoming too messy, exactly how I said it would."

"Well, it's only messy because you are making it more complicated than it should be." Harry talked back, his voice not so calmed anymore. "It's only an ice cream date, I don't see a problem with it."

"It's not only an ice cream date, Harry. It will start with that, then he will start to invite you to pizza nights,'' she explained, moving to the living room, Harry close behind. "Next thing you will be at his school on career day."

"And I would love to be there, (Y/n), I think I made it very clear by now that I want to be there. And I want to be here," said Harry, anger printed on his face. "I am here after all, right?"

"I didn't ask you to be here, I didn't invite you. Cauã did, and now he is becoming attached to you, and that can't happen."

"Damn (Y/n)! You are not scared of Cauã becoming attached to me, you are scared of you becoming attached to me,” barked Harry

(Y/n) didn't answer him. She just stood quiet, tears slowly coming into her eyes. This conversation shouldn’t even be happening.

"Look, I get that you two went through a lot of shit together, but you shouldn't close yourself because of that,” said Harry more calmly now. "You and Cauã are lovely, and you deserve love."

His hands were making his way into her shoulder, holding softly, he could see her teary eyes

"Not everyone will go away. I'm sure as hell won't," he said, trying to get a response from her.

But from her mouth came out the last response he would want to hear.

"I think you should go." She said, taking his hand off her and taking a step back.

This fight would lead to nowhere, she liked Harry, but this was just too scary, she had too many bad experiences already.

"Wh– No angel, come on," he tried to coax her. "Let's talk about it."

"No, get out, please." Some tears were rolling down her face, sadness came into her body as she watched the way his body went rigid.

Harry looked at her, face with disbelief, he thought about fighting her, but he didn't want to make her upset, if they were to figure out what they were, it wasn't going to be in the state of mind they both are.

Harry did what she asked, picking his shoes, heading to the door. He was going to turn the handle when he abruptly turned to her again, tears already making a home in her cheeks.

"I don't wanna bring any kind of problem for you, so I will fuck off if you really want," he said, looking deeply into her eyes." But I want to know you two better, and if you are open to give me a chance I will show you I'm here to stick around."

He made his way out. "You need to take your medicine in two hours, don't forget it,” mumbled Harry for the last time after closing the door behind him.

(Y/n)'s old past made her stay still as she watched the man leaving. She already had to go through that sight a couple of times, but this time she was different. He was the one wanting her and she was the one telling him to go.

Since the fight with Harry the house was gloomy, (Y/n) had gotten better from her stomach bug in two days, but she still didn’t feel good and Cauã was sad because he missed Harry.

The boy was big enough to acknowledge what a fight was, but not big enough to understand that (Y/n) missed him too, even though she was the one who made him leave.

It’s been four days since the fight and (Y/n) would curse herself at least three times a day for the way she spoke to him, he didn’t deserve that, he never made anything harmful, it was only her stupid fear of getting her heartbroken again.

When she wasn’t at work she would spend some time checking her phone, hoping she would receive any messages from him, but the only one who was texting her was Jesse, asking who had the bad fight with Harry.

Bad, very bad, she would respond.

It was selfish of her to wait for Harry to text her, she was the one who screwed it up in the first place, but whenever she thought about calling him she would try to believe their withdrawal was for the best.

Whether it was for the best or not, she was still feeling shitty, and the anxious boy in front of her wasn’t helping either.

Cauã’s dad was supposed to pick him up to spend a weekend, he got his bag ready and was just waiting for him on the couch bouncing his leg.

But the reality was that his dad wasn’t picking up her calls, it was already 5 pm, 2 hours later than what he was supposed to be here. He probably wouldn't come at all.

I was always like that with him, and she was the one who needed to break the sad news to her son. He shouldn't be having to deal with an absent father who couldn't keep up with his promises.

She sat carefully on Cauã's side, she was gonna be her most delicate self, hugging her arms around him. “Baby, I think he is a bit late and-”

“He’s not coming, right mom?” uttered him, getting closer to his mom. “He never does.”

“Maybe an emergency happened, or he got caught up in his work.” (Y/n) blurbed, trying to come up with some excuse so Cauã won’t think he is the reason

“Or maybe he just doesn’t want to be here,” murmured Cauão with a teary voice. “I was so excited mom.”

(Y/n) hugged the boy closer to her. “I know baby, I’m sorry.” Damn his dad, Cauã had nothing of him in his personality, he was the sweetest soul. “What about we go somewhere? Would that make you feel better?”

The boy cleaned his tears with the inside of his hand. “Can we go to the beach, mom? I feel happy there.”

(Y/n) and Cauã haven’t been at the beach since last week, today was supposed to be lesson day, but they skipped since Cauã’s dad said he would come. Skipping class secretly made (Y/n) feel better, she wasn’t ready to face Harry, but maybe the beach could make both of them feel better.

“We are not spending a lot of time here, ok? Just for a bit,” said (Y/n), gazing at the view beside her, they went to the same one as always: Windansea beach. The weather was warm and the sunset was happening, making the sky orange and yellow. She could paint it if she would have brought her little notebook, the one she hasn’t used much lately anymore.

She set the duvet on the sand while watching Cauã building the sandcastles he loved so much, he seemed a bit better, but still looked hurt.

(Y/n) decided to spend some time on her phone, while she was scrolling through her social media she saw a text that Jesse sent with a link, when she tapped it a picture of Cauã’s dad with a woman appeared.

No way he rejected his weekend with his own kid to spend time with her, (Y/n) couldn't say anything, she wasn't surprised by it. Quickly typing a ‘jerk’ to her sister she closed the phone, her heart beated fast as she did it, because the scene in front of her was one she was not ready to face.

Harry. Harry talking to Cauã.

He was here, of course he would be, this is the beach he always surfed! He was even wearing his normal surf suit.

Cauã was talking to Harry, a smile on his face, the first one she saw from him since the beginning of the afternoon. Harry also seemed happy while speaking to Cauã, he always seemed happy whenever he was with her or the boy.

She realised she missed him, even though they didn’t spend a lot of time together. She wanted to enjoy more nights with him, more days.

“Mom! Look! It’s Harry,” exclaimed Cauã.

Despite the fact that she wanted to talk to him, she still panicked when Cauã held his hand, bringing him to her direction. Harry wasn't feeling that great either, a nervous look on his face, not sure if he should let the boy pull him into (Y/n)’s direction.

“Hi,” Harry simply said.

He looked beautiful, his wet curls on his temples and his eyes a bit red, probably irritated by the salty water, making his green eyes even more noticeable.

“Hi Harry,” she said uncomfortably. “I didn’t expect to meet you here.”

Liar.

He looked into her eyes, smiling softly while caressing Cauã’s hair. “Didn’t expect either, you guys didn’t show up today, though you had given up on surfing.”

“Oh no! Cauã’s dad was supposed to pick him up today, but something unexpected happened," explained (Y/n), hoping he would pick up by her voice that it wasn’t a good subject to talk about while Cauã was here.

She knew he understood when his face quickly changed to a worried one. “That’s bad, huh buddy? I’m sorry.” murmured Harry. “Sometimes my dad couldn't hang out either, but you know what helped? Surfing.”

“I’m sorry your dad didn’t show up too Harry,” whispered the sweet boy sincerely. “Maybe we can surf together? Like right now?” Hoped the boy really has been enjoying surfing more lately.

“Is that alright with you? Taking him surfing? He can have my surfboard,” Suggested Harry, with uneasiness, looking at (Y/n).

(Y/n) just stared at the man. The one who went to her house just because her son called him, the one who made her feel beautiful and talented, the one who gave love and kindness to her little family and never waited for anything in return.

She needed to be brave, she needed to be open, even if she was scared. Because Harry was worthy, she always knew he was.

“Yeah, it’s alright, he can surf with you," said the girl, feeling her heartbeat fast. ”And maybe an ice cream date after, if you are not too busy?” Mumble (Y/n), feeling like a high schooler asking their crush for prom.”

Harry’s eyes went wild, he stared at her for a few seconds, until his face broke into a smile.

“You know I’m never too busy for you, angel.”

(Y/n)’s face mirrored his, smiling at him softly.

They were going to be ok.

“I’m gonna get a mint ice cream, alright mom?” said Cauã in excitement.

“Ok, baby, you can get whatever you want,” laughed (Y/n) still looking at Harry.

The man stopped staring when two little hands started pulling Harry. “Wow, calm down man, when did you get so strong?” joked Harry. “Bet I can get to the sea faster than you.”

“No way!” screamed Cauã, running down the beach while Harry chased him with his surfboard in hand.

(Y/n) just stood back laughing, watching the two boys she was so fond of having the time of their life. She still didn’t know what Harry and her were, but that was okay, they would learn their way around each other.

What matters is that she took the first step, and Harry was there waiting for her.

She was pulled from her thoughts when she heard Harry calling her, pointing to his right where Cauã was riding a small wave for the first time without falling.

(Y/n) started cheering him.