Beth's POV

The kids come back out to the kitchen and both the boys sit back down at the table however Chloe mumbles that she's not hungry anymore and continues to walk past us until we hear her bedroom door close behind her.

I swallow the sick feeling that's suddenly risen into my throat, knowing for once it's not because of my cooking.

"Do I dare ask?" I finally say, waiting for one of the boys to tell me what's going on.

"She doesn't want to leave her friends," Nick offers.

"Or the animals," Jamie chips in.

What was I thinking?

I can't uproot them like this.

I rest my forehead in my hand and sigh before the sudden movement of a chair has me looking up again.

"I'll go and talk to her," Harry offers as he stands up.

"I don't know..." I reply, because I really don't know what to say or do, feeling terrible that I've made her feel this way.

"I'm not going to try and talk her into it," he says, "I don't want to see her upset."

"Well neither do I Harry," I reply, a slight edge to my voice as I suddenly feel like he's making me out to be the inadequate parent here.

He opens his mouth to say something but stops, nodding his head as though he's made some sort of decision and begins to sit down.

"I was just trying to-" he begins.

"Help, I know," I cut him off which leads us to simply staring at each other from across the table.

"Sorry," he finally says, "I know I'm not her father."

"No you're not," I reply, causing both the boys to look from me then to Harry, "but you're probably the closest thing she's got to that right now," I relent.

A smile twitches around his mouth and I can see he's trying to keep it at bay.

"Go on," I wave my hand, "go and talk to her..."

"You're sure?" he asks, even though he's already halfway out of his chair.

I don't respond, instead I twirl some pasta onto my fork and put it in my mouth, waving him off again.

I watch him walk off to her room before putting my fork down and clearing my throat.

"Either of you want to tell me what's going on?" I ask.

The boys look at each other before Nick finally responds.

"We don't want to leave our friends," he says.

"Or school," Jamie adds.

Of course.

"I understand," I nod in response, "you'd make new friends here you know...and you can call your other friends any time you wanted to, and we'd go home and visit them as well..." I offer, "just some suggestions..." I trail off.

"Won't you miss your friends?" Jamie asks.

I think for a moment.

I've never been one to have a large group of friends.

I have my best friend, Marie, from high school.

Any of the friends I made when my kids started school are like me now, working mothers, so we hardly see each other at school for a chat or morning coffee at someone's house after we'd dropped the kids to school. Gone are the days when we'd walk to school and hang around chatting for half an hour after the kids had gone into class and then we'd meet at someone's house for a continued catch up.

We all work now.

I hardly have time to go out and socialise.

Especially as a single mother.

"I'd miss Marie for sure," I say, "but she'd understand, however it's not all about me."

I pat both their hands.

"We can talk about this another time anyway," I say as I stand up and take my bowl over to the sink, my appetite suddenly gone.

The boys follow suit and go off to play a game on Harry's Xbox.

I lean on the kitchen bench and look around.

This is usually the part in the movie when some sort of divine intervention happens...some sort of sign from the unknown happens that will give me some sort of guidance or help me make a choice.

Unfortunately, the only sign I hear is Jamie farting from the other room.

I hope that's not a sign that my life is about to turn to shit.

I turn back around and run the water to wash the dishes.

When did life get so damn complicated, I think, sighing to myself.

When someone named Harry Edward Styles stumbled into it, that's when.

~~~~~~

"Are you sure you have everything?" I yell to no one in particular.

"Yes!" I hear echoing through the house.

"Toothbrushes? Pyjamas? Underwear?" I yell back.

Moments later they begin to emerge from their rooms with a bag each as they wander into the kitchen.

Chloe also has Penny tucked under her arm, her grip tightening on her when I look at them.

"Are you sure your mum wants to have them?" I ask Harry again.

"Yes!" he almost yells before clearing his throat, "I mean, yes, of course she is," he says more quietly.

"Okay..." I reply as I go over and give each of them a hug and a kiss and a whispered warning to behave themselves.

"Love you mama," Chloe says as she follows her brothers out to Harry's car.

"Love you too poppet," I reply as Harry cuddles up to me from behind, kissing me on my cheek.

Harry growls in my ear as he slowly rubs his crotch against my back.

"Harry," I whisper.

"Mmmm," he murmurs.

"I can't cook with your dick in my back," I whisper back.

"Sorry, I'm just excited," he says, grinning sheepishly before pulling away and adjusting himself, "I might stay and have a cuppa with mum if that's okay?" he asks.

"Of course," I reply, "I'll just be working on your birthday dinner anyway."

"What's my present?" he asks with a grin.

I jut my chin out and slowly walk over to him.

"Diamonds," I reply.

He frowns in confusion and goes to open his mouth, but I put my finger on it.

"Off you go," I wave him off, earning a huff as he heads towards the door.

"Take out menus are in the drawer remember," he says cheekily before ducking out of the way as I try to smack him on the arm.

He grabs his keys before blowing me a kiss, closing the door behind him as he heads into the garage.

I hear the garage door open and Harry's car reverse out before it closes again and then silence after Harry's car drives off.

I walk over to the drawer and open it, eyeing off the various menus before closing the drawer loudly.

No.

I can do this.

I set to work, going with my original plan of making a vegetable lasagne along with chocolate brownies for dessert.

Around three hours later I've successfully finished both dishes and they're sitting on the oven top ready for later.

I check the clock and realise I need to start getting myself ready for tonight.

I'm under the shower, soaping and washing away before I take my razor in hand to make sure my skin is smooth.

I let my hair dry naturally as I apply just a touch of make up then head over to the spot in Harry's walk in that I hid the underwear.

I sit on the bed and pull the stockings on before taking the scrap of material in my hands.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," I mumble to myself as I slip my legs into the bottom and pull it up over my thighs, adjusting to the string between my arse cheeks as I pull the front piece of material up before putting the bra piece on and clasping it behind me.

I walk over to the full-length mirror and stand in front of it.

Hang on.

I readjust my boobs so they're not spilling out of the cups as much, but it doesn't seem to be working.

It's still not quite right.

I know love supposedly makes you fat but surely not to the point all the fat goes to your boobs?

I unclasp the back and look at the tag.

Fuck.

It's not my size.

It is so not my size.

I stand there looking at myself in the mirror with my blasted big boobs in a few too sizes small bra, painfully aware of the G-string up my arse and now I want to cry.

I look like a pig tied up with twine ready for Christmas dinner.

He's so going to laugh at me.

Or be mortified.

Mortified and then laugh.

Or maybe laugh and run.

I don't know.

I start pacing up and down in his room.

What a stupid, stupid idea, what the hell were you thinking?

You were thinking of giving Harry a really great birthday night, that's what you were thinking.

This is all for Harry.

I take a few deep breaths and walk back over to the mirror.

Remembering a trick from a bra fitting specialist, I bend over and really tuck my boobs into each cup and stand back up.

They're still spilling over, but it's probably not as bad as what I think it is.

I mean, he's a guy, and guy's love boobs right?

And it's probably just going to end up on the floor without a second thought anyway.

I take another look and decide it's not as bad as I first thought and that hopefully, Harry will love it.

I find another box on a shelf that I had hidden and open it, pulling out a brand-new pair of black stiletto's, walking over to the bed and sitting down on it.

I wince a bit as my arse hits the bed.

I'll be glad to get that out later.

I wiggle one foot in and then the other before standing up, wobbling slightly as it's been years since I've worn high heels.

You can do this Beth, you can do this.

I practice walking in the heels as I set out some scented candles around the room that I know Harry likes, as well as making sure that all the supplies I need for the night are in my top drawer.

I suddenly feel nervous again, my stomach doing flip flops as doubt starts to creep in again.

But before I can have any further thoughts, I hear the front door slam shut.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

"Beth?" I hear Harry call out.

Oh crap.

You have to go through with it now so put your big girl pants on and fucking man up!

Well man up like a woman.

Surely once you have his dick in your mouth he won't even care.

I quickly pull over the corner chair that Harry has in the bedroom so it's in front of the bed, just close enough to see but not close enough that he can touch the bed.

I flick off the light switch, so the room is left in a soft glow thanks to the candles, before grabbing the remote control and hitting the play button, one of my favourite songs starts to play in the background.

"Me and Mrs. Jones,

We got a thing goin' on..."

It all looks set, I think it's all good.

I can hear Harry walking up the stairs.

"Beth?" he calls out again, "love?"

Where the fuck do I stand? Or sit?

Shit.

I look around in a panic when I decide to stand in front of the chair, it's back faces the bedroom door, so I'll be the first thing Harry sees when he walks in.

He won't have far to backtrack if he needs to I suppose.

I can hear him outside the door, so I put my hands behind my back and use them for support as I lean back slightly, my legs shoulder width apart in the hopes that I have some kind of sexy going on.

I don't need a lot, just a little bit please okay God thank you.

The door opens and with it I stop breathing.

"Beth?" he calls out again but stops dead in his tracks and looks at me.

Well rather, he looks me up and down.

And up and down.

And up and down.

"Um...happy birthday?" it comes out more as a question than a statement.

He says nothing and my heart plummets straight into my stomach.

I bite my lips as I wonder how I'm going to get out of this with some form of dignity still attached.

"I uh..." I begin when he suddenly moves forward, slamming the door behind him so loudly it makes me jump before his hands are on my face and his mouth on mine.

His lips are pressing so hard I'm sure my mouth is going to bruise and when he pulls away, his fingers move gently down between my breasts and along the tiny piece of material that covers the middle of my body.

"You brought this? For me?" his voice is husky as he asks the question.

I nod in response.

"I wanted to surprise you for your birthday..." I trail off, "it's a little bit small..."

"Is it?" he murmurs as he continues to look at me, "dinner smells amazing by the way," he says suddenly, "but do you mind if we eat later?" he asks, "I'd much rather start here," he says as he moves his crotch ever so slightly against me.

Okay.

Focus Beth, focus.

I open my eyes and smile up at him before I surrender to him and the whole night goes pear shaped.

"Sure," I reply, "but remember it's me giving you a present," I push him back gently, "I suggest you strip down to your underwear and make yourself comfortable," I nod towards the chair behind him.

"Maybe you could help me with that?" he says as he toes his boots off, before starting to unbutton what's left to unbutton on his shirt.

I pull at the button then the zipper on his jeans, moving down with them as I pull them over his thighs, my mouth moving slowly over the material covering his already hard cock as I pull his jeans down to his ankles so he can step out of them.

"Sit," I tell him as I stand up, pushing him playfully on the chest.

He sits down and slouches his body in the chair as I lean over and kiss him on the mouth.

"Keep your hands on the chair," I whisper.

I turn around slowly and walk over to the bed, reaching over to open the drawer and take something out.

"Beth...is that...what is..." he starts to speak but I turn around and shush him.

"All in good time Harry," I smirk, knowing what he's referring to as I sit down on the bed, opening my legs wide, allowing him to see that there's nothing between my legs but a G-string.

His eyes are unashamedly staring, his hand moving to palm himself until I push a button and his gaze flicks up again.

"I know you like to watch me play," I bite my lip as the vibrator in my hand comes to life, "so are you ready to watch me play?" I ask him.