Bella's pov

No that is probably my hallucination thinking that , I walked out of the hospital.

"Why would Drake be here?"
I don't know maybe it's because of my stressed out mind that I envisioned Drake near the reception.

Anyways dropping the discern, I headed to my house, meanwhile getting prepared for another trial, that awaited me, that was telling my parents about Harry.

Well ,by now I myself don't know what exactly Harry meant to me and it wouldn't be a big of a crime to hide it for time being till I find the answers of these questions.

However I was deceiving my parents in one way and that was not right. Therefore it would be the best I just tell 'em already.

Stepping in the house, I felt dry , hot breeze blow over me not allowing the hesitation in me to die. Nonetheless facing it bravely, I moved further.

"Welcome home Mirabella." Granny greeted me forming my brows to a deep frown as her body language was indicating something miscreant was going in her head, thwhichidn't help me at all.

"..Th...Th Thank you

"Now come with me."

On entering the living room I was greeted with sweet faces of mother and father.

"Well done Granny!" I thought

Scarcely had I seated on the couch beside mother when I was bombarded with a very expected question by mother.

"You wanted to talk to us about something?"

Taking the final breath and accelerating my confidence, I opened my mouth

"Mother, I lied to you two yesterday. " I blurted out with comparatively lesser confidence than I planned to.

My untimely confession of course left my parents quite baffled and unable to interpret.

"What did you lie about?" Mother asked after taking some good amount of time to probably swallow the information, provided my 'behaviour report' in general doesn't necessarily include me, lying to my parents, that very naturally has indeed altered ever since Harry.

However, I planned on enlightening them therefore I spoke again.

"Yesterday, the boy you met, Charles his name was, umm he is not Susan's cousin nor was he here to pick her and also he was not here alone." It was after leaving them in some sort of conflict within themselves, trying hard to decipher the new character shown by me, that I realised how fishy does it sounds and certainly not decent for something I would willingly do.

Witnessing their flabbergasted faces was when I learnt, how bad of a sentence- framer was I. What I said probably sounds like a foreign girl, far from what I really am and most importantly how my parents picture me.

Therefore after deciding to correct what I said to make them understand what I actually meant.

"Mamma papà, mi piace un Maschio."
(Mamma papa, I like a boy)
I just rambled with eyes pinched shut.
My statement left me wide-eyed too provided that I just confessed that I like Harry, it was not entirely a confession to my parents but myself more.

Yes, I like him!
And I accept that!
That realisation brought fluttery feeling with it but not alone, a feeling of fear and horror to entered the chat but I kept it aside for time being.

Why Italian?
Why does a half-Italian like me who just knows a handful of Italian words, make a very important almost life-changing confession in a nearly alien language?
I don't even know what sense in me made me do that but it probably did something to my parents owing to the confused state my father is in, provided that he was not able to learn Italian even after spending twenty-one years of life with my very Italian mother.

Mother, on the other hand, seemed taken aback, but not how I expected, she seemed proud and happy?

Why?

"Il Ragazzo è Italiano?"
(Is he Italian?)
Mother asked

"Oh no! mamma." I thought

"Respondetemi."
(Answer me)

"Why would you ask that?" I asked her instead.

"Because you don't know these American boys."

"What?" I asked again, unable to gain the intention behind her saying that.

"Don't tell me Mirabella he is an American." She spoke with such suture leaving me dumbfounded.

Why would she?
How could she?
That was all I could ask and long the answers for, though Harry was not American but that doesn't make it understandable, why would mother refuse me liking an American boy?
What was wrong with that?
And most importantly, the most bugging question here was don't I get to choose someone for myself? Be him American or Italian.

"Will someone enlighten me with the news too?" Asked my very patient father.
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Truth-defined as the quality or state of being true. True-defined as real or actual. Truth, matters and being truthful makes a change. Truth proves to be fruitful to both- us, as a person and the society as a whole. As individuals being truthful is utmost salient for our personal development, to grow and become mature. For society truthfulness forms the foundation for peculiar bonds, lying on the other hand breaks them.

One must have heard quite often that it's important to speak the truth. Why?
Because it is like a mirror to our personality that never lets us turn our backs on what wrong we did and help us learn from our mistakes.
However, it's more important to be truthful to yourself and to ones that concern you as we don't want to be codependent and conceal our true feelings to protect or placate others.

People often mistake honesty and truthfulness, taking them side by side, they are not the same. Being honest means not telling lies. Being truthful means actively making known all the full truth of a matter.
One's truthfulness directly affects their relationship, always telling your partner the truth and being totally open with them both for sun and moon is important.

Sorely, the outcome of telling truth does not come very likeable at all times. Especially when it threatens the firm wall of understandings that we have made thinking of how things are "supposed" to be. Telling the truth for a blanket of lies that all this long provided you with warmth can lead to the loss of a special place in your heart that someone special holds.

In the light of this evidence, it is crystal clear that honesty in a relationship is not always about being hundred per cent truthful and telling each and everything, simultaneously blinding the person with fierce luminescence is not what one would prefer.
Rather it is better to let the plant be and gradually let it wither away with the storm than scratching it on your own.
Believe me, it would cause them more pain.

Not always but sometimes it's better to be left in the darkness with the light within that rekindles the faith that you have someone by your side than to be blinded by the light with just darkness remained within you.
That hurts...

"Always remember it's better to be hopeless than keeping false hopes."
Argh!Granny.

But what if that false hope was the reason behind your straight back?
What if it was the only stout support you had?

Yesterday when I finally told mother and father about Harry, she was evidently upset finding he was not Italian now the bigger problem is what will happen once she'll get to know that he is a "very-well reputed singer", English pop singer!

I was lost in thoughts when father knocked on my door.
"Come in. " I spoke, unsure of what brought him here, I could just wish that it was not related to yesterday's "talk", well he failed me the second he spoke.

"Mirabella."

"Hmm, father."

"Umm see I know, we don't get to spend much time together and you spend most of your time with your mother hence you're probably more comfortable with her, especially when certain topics are concerned. "

"Umm," I replied nonchalantly proving it right that I was quite shy when around him and that this talk session of ours wouldn't be as such very comfortable.

However, he tried his best to not make me feel hesitant and he very precisely spoke.

"Look Bella, I just want you to know that. I understand. Now when we are talking about this then why not let me tell you some interesting fact about your mother."
That drew my interest causing me to keenly gaze at him with all ears.

"Em all years." I gestured for him to speak further.

"So....your mother and I met around twenty-three years back in Italy where I had my posting back then. During the early days of our relationship, she didn't know I was British and I didn't think it needed to be specified, maybe I thought it was quite prominent...maybe..."
That got me giggling.

"You've got your mother's laughter you know," he said causing my lips to curl up even more.

"Continue.." I spoke

"Ahaan. But to my horror, she was pretty naive at that. By the way, I hope you'll keep this and especially what I just said to yourself?"

"Of course you can count on me."

"You're getting more American I see...Anyways things happen we gradually fell in love, Laura had almost completed her studies. Then we thought of taking the next step, well that included more details that's when she came to know that I was British. Then you may imagine her rage she thought I deceived her and purposely kept it from her. I being utterly innocent found it confusing and was conflicted wandering what was so crude in that to be so offended. Then after several "research", I came to know that before me your mother fell in love with a British-American who betrayed her and left her after promising to return to her. She spent several years waiting for him before she realised that he just played with her feelings. As you could have guessed after that she was fed with a pretty good amount of assumptions about these "foreign dudes" and that they're all players and should not be trusted. That eventually she became so bitter towards them."

"Then how did you two get together?"
I asked genuinely curious and concerned.

"Thanks to my Indian roots."

"That's insane."
Sorry mum, but she almost rejected father because of he being British, 'cause of some deep reasons that's alright but then she accepted him 'cause he was Indian and that doesn't make him completely British or American then it is fine!?

"I know. She can get a bit...umm okay... sometimes a lot melodramatic but she thinks it's for your wellbeing."

He tried to explain to me what, I had been explaining myself all these years but after Harry coming into my life things have changed. Also after knowing the reason, why let the bitterness in her heart grow and why not sweeten it?

"But we have to make her understand that she is not right this time. We have to explain to her that what happened with her was wrong but it was one person's fault not everyone is like that and most importantly we can't define someone based on the place where they belong to."

"I know. And I am ready to help you with that."

"Will you?"

"Yes my child. Do you want me to convince her to meet your boyfriend?"

"He's not my boyfriend...." the stop I took between my sentence was when he planned to make the most oblivious remark one could ever make in these kinds of situations but I beat him and said

"...and don't say that, "every girl says the same about her first boyfriend".."

My childish behaviour was all that was needed to earn his melodious but rare laughter that blessed my ears.

"No...but really father I don't know what I feel for him," I said something to him I never thought of sharing.

To which he replied very sensibly proving that it was my best decision to speak to him.

"Hey....don't be hard on yourself just be friends with him until you realise what he means to you. But you should know when you are happily sharing some bond with a person and when you begin to compromise. And don't ever compromise to such an extent where you yourself don't realise your worth."

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Short chapter.
I am really busy these days.

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