LahDann is still sleeping when I wake up, but Mum isn't. She's gone and out of her bed, and her room. I lay there for another twenty minutes before I kiss LahDann on his head and carry him out with me to downstairs. I set him in his cat bed that's next to the couch, and is too big for him. He still sleeps even after setting him down in his blanket he seems to love.

Mum is making breakfast and checking her phone, something that I do as well. "Morning." We greet each other. I grab two waffles from the small stack and spread peanut butter on it before pouring syrup into every square, and then all over. "What happened yesterday?" Mum asks. "What do you mean?" I say with a mouth full of breakfast. "I mean you wouldn't stop smiling and you were giggly and cute." I chuckle sleepily. "I got Niall's number." I made that sound like I'm trying to hook up with him. "Really? That's great! Are you guys going on a date soon?"

"Mum, we're just friends. We're not just gonna start dating right away. I don't even know his last name."

"That's what a first date is for. To know more about each other."

"Still, I don't know if he likes me, or if he even likes guys. If he doesn't, then I just want to be friends with him. At least I would be able to hang out with him."

Mum gives me a sympathetic look, like she feels bad for me for having these things as a possibility. "Have any plans today?" Mum asks. I shake my head. "Lou and I had plans to wash my car but he's sick."

"Want to do something with me?"

"Like what?"

"Well I wanted to go see a new movie called 22 Jump Street and then go to Nandos, and then whatever you can think of?" I smile toothlessly and nod. "Okay, we'll have a Mommy and Harry day."

***

"Talk to me about this Niall." Mum says. "Tell me how you met him, why you like him, anything involving the both of you." We've sat down at a fast food to have a Mother and Son talk before we go to a fair the we don't know the reasoning for. And instead of wanting to talk about what we've been up to, she wants to talk about me and my Niall. Or, just me and Niall. Niall and I.

"When Lou and I went to se Liam the day after his surgery, I saw Niall in a room a nurse was coming out of. Then, that same day, I saw him while we were eating in the cafeteria. I took 20 seconds of courage three weeks later when Liam had his appointment and went to his room to learn his name. I did it again three weeks after that and then....i think we had a Man Date of watching Iron Man. And then--" I stop talking when I hear my phone and almost slam my cup on the ground to look at it. Its the text I've been waiting for all day.

New Message- Niall: Hi Harold

I smile wide, staring at the screen and not moving a muscle. "Harry," Mum's voice echoes in my ear. "Hm? Sorry sorry sorry." I put my phone on the table and look at her. But then I grab it again to text Niall back. "Harry," She says again. "I'm sorry Mum, let me finish this text and I won't even look at it again." I say. "Harry," I look up at her this time, and she's smiling. "I don't know why you're still here, when you could be going to hang out with Niall." I smile even bigger than when Niall texted me and scrape the chair against the wood to give my Mum one of the big hugs I can provide.

"Hi, Niall James." I say out the window when Niall is close enough to the car. "Hey Harold." He smiles too and climbs into the black Chrysler Grand Cheroke Jeep. "Need help?" I ask, watching the oxygen tank. "No, I got it." And he does have it. "What were you thinking about wanting to do?" I ask Niall. "I wanted to take a walk. I haven't done that in a long time." I grin and take a good look at Niall. "Okay."

"Niall James," I start nervously, since he haven't said anything more than "where are we going to walk to?" and "to the beach". He says, "Yes?" And I ask, "I thought you were going to call me Harold Ed?" And Niall says, "No way, I would never call someone a name that doesn't roll off me tongue. It doesn't even sound good." And I laugh and nod my head. "Okay, so you're caling me Harry?" And Niall says, "No, I'm still calling you Harold."

After a while, the conversation turns to the topic of the ridiculous high amount of teenagers mistreating their gift of life on internally dangerous drugs and intoxicating alcohol, and how sex has become a meaningless thing to where it used to mean doing to show someone how much you love them.

Me: It's not a big deal to lose your virginity anymore. Drugs are just a daily thing, like brushing your teeth. Alcohol doesn't need to be snuck anymore. I don't get it.

Niall: I get it.

Me: Explain it to me.

Niall: Okay. Sex is something you do because you love someone, hence the second most used term 'making love'. People are doing it because they think they love that person, when they don't even know what love is. Love is like a diagnosis you don't even know you have. You have no idea when you're in love, until an action sparks that one puzzle piece in its place to complete the picture. Then, you know you're in love. They don't understand that.

"Drugs, nobody think thats cool. Only the people who do it, think its cool and that whoever is against them are complete and utter noobs. But in actuality, the ones doing the drugs are the noobs. And alcohol, who hasn't a sip of it as a child with their parents permission. We would always spit it out and call it terrible the parent(s) would laugh at the reaction. But as we grow, we believe that we are mature enough to play adults and get drunk to solve our problems that will never go away unless they take care of it their sober selves."

Me: You're incredible.

Niall: I know.