Infamous (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

58: Happy Tears to Start, A Handy to Finish

(A/N: Harry's relationship with his mother is untouchable, so incredily precious, my heart can hardly take it. Enjoy the chapter.)

(Irresistible Ch. 58: Questions Answered and Hips Abused)

"Mum, there's no need to get weepy about it," I smile down at her, pulling her into a hug.

It's been an emotional day for all of us and their response to my music has been unbelievable. Just as Mia had predicted mum and Gemma were in tears. Even Robin looked a bit testy eyed by the end of it.

Emotion. That's what I want.

I poured so much of myself into every lyric and every note that these reactions from the people I love the most are reward enough. No one else has to like it as long as they do.

Mum wraps her arms around me, holding me tight just as she always does, still crying and still smiling. The familiar smell of her hair hits my system in a grand whirl of nostalgia, memories of years past bursting in my mind and causing me to long for them even more.

"Mum, I hope this means you really liked it," I chuckle, hoping to erase some of the heavy emotion she's feeling.

"I'm so proud of you, Harry." Her eyes are full of tears when she finally steps back, her fingers pushing through my hair, eyes gazing up at my face. "Your album, it's beautiful."

"Well thanks, mum," I go to wipe under her eyes but there's no use for it. She's still crying the same happy tears as she was when the first chord struck.

"You've turned into the most remarkable person and to think you've found the one..."

The one?

"And to think I thought all this was for my album," I say sarcastically received a swift slap on my arm from mum who steps back entirely to put the kettle on.

"Honestly Harry, I'm your mother. Of course, I know. I only had to see you two look at one another to know... to know..."

"Watch out, more tears," I announce to the empty, grabbing her a few tissues. "You alright with this? You still like Mia, yeah?"

"Sweet, she's lovely. A wonderful match and as long as you keep making each other happy as you have been, then, of course, I'm alright with it." I soak up her words, cherishing her approval and going in for yet another hug. "All I want is for my children to be happy."

"Good job I am then," I lean back against the counter watching her fill mug after mug of boiling water. "Can't I help with this?"

"No no," she waves me off. "Go be with Mia. I'm sure you'd rather be with her than your weepy old mum."

"My mum is not old," I scold her. "But she is right, I should go make sure Mia's alright... as long as you won't start crying again when I step out the door."

"You're my one and only son and I'll cry if I want to."

I leave her smiling and busy I the kitchen as I make my way upstairs. Each step my emotional exhaustion sets in deeper and by the time I get to my bedroom door and hear Mia on the phone just on the other side, I'm thoroughly exhausted with only one mission. To get into bed and have a good long cuddle with my one true love.

Mia looks like a deer in the headlights when I open the door, her phone pressed to her ear as she tries to quickly get off the phone.

"I gotta go, Harry's here."

Her eyes linger on my body as I walk through the room. I love how she's not holding herself back from her natural urges, openly looking at what she wants without hesitation.