Harry’s smile grew bigger with my agreeing words.

“Really?” he asked in disbelief.

I nodded my head, and chuckled at his expression.

Without warning, harry had forcefully hugged me, an action I would find appealing if it wasn’t for the shooting pain in my side. As we crashed back onto the covers, I let out a gasp. Harry had immediately noticed what he had done, and acted quickly.

“I completely forgot I’m so sorry!” he frantically spoke.

Harry was now straddling my hips, as I lay down beneath him with my eyes screwed shut.

“It’s okay” I said between breaths.

I knew that what had just happened was a complete mistake on Harry’s part, but I couldn’t be mad at him. The only thing running through my mind as harry lightly rubbed his hand on my aching side, was what I’d do at his mother’s house. I knew I wasn’t going to make a huge scene, but it had been shown that even the slightest movement sent me off the edge in pain.

It took me a minute to cope with the pain, harry stayed in his position, occasionally peppering kisses on my neck.

“I’m fine harry it’s okay.” I said as I cupped his face in my hands, wiping some strands of curls off his forehead.

“I’m so sorry, Amy.”

“stop.” I laughed.

I knew his intentions were good, but his constant apologies would make me feel sorry for him.

I tilted my head back, checking the cock set on my night stand, noticing it was already 1:00.

“I need to get ready so we can go to your mom’s house. Give me 15 minutes?” I said as I realized the time, and the 3 hour drive ahead of us.

Harry nodded, and then leant down to lightly kiss my lips. In attempt to deepen the kiss he bit my lower lip and that was my queue to ruin his plans. My hands found their way to his chest, and forcefully pushed his off.

“Not now, Styles.” I said getting off the bed and walking to the door, opening it to show him out.

With a sigh, harry got up and walked towards the door, stopping in front of me. Placing my hand on the back of his neck, I pulled him down for one last kiss. Pushing him to take some steps back, he was now out the door, and I quickly pulled away and closed the door.

“Tease!” harry shouted from the other side of the door, causing me to release a genuine laugh. And with that I went to get ready.

*

After about 30 minutes up in my room, trying on numerous outfits I settled for THIS. I slipped on my heels, and placed my phone into my bag. I opened my door, and laughter was echoing down in the living room. I walked down the stairs, gripping the handle for assistance, and made my way into the kitchen, my heels clicking beneath me. Now being tall enough, I grabbed a cup from the cabinet and filled it up at the water cooler. Walking shook the floor beneath me, and it was now evident that not only one person was making their way to the kitchen to greet me. I turned on the balls on my heels to find Louis, Alyssa, Niall, and harry staring at me through the doorway.

“Hum..” I awkwardly sounded, not knowing what exactly I was supposed to greet them with.

“Wow” Niall said as he eyed me up and down, and with the comment harry raised his hand to hit Niall in the back of the head.

As the two boys bickered about Niall’s comment towards my outfit, Alyssa and Louis walked over to me. Even though I was now in heels, Alyssa still towered over me, but not as much as before.

“You look snazzy.” Alyssa commented as she examined my dress which fell mid-thigh.

“Why thank you.” I said pulling the sides of the dress out, to create a fan effect.

I believed the dress complimented my slim body well, the long sleeves coming down to just the right length to conceal my scars, and the dress not being very long itself, I felt confident.

I walked over to harry and Niall, leaving Alyssa and Louis to talk amongst themselves. Noticing harry was still in sweatpants and a hoodie, I frantically pulled his left arm up, checking the time on his watch. 1:45.

“I do believe you should straighten yourself up, seeing as it’s quarter to 2 and you’re not the least bit ready.”

“We should get going.” Harry said to us all.

“Good idea.” I praised as I patted his back.

“Shh.” He smiled down at me, shaking his head.

“We’re off guys!” I shouted, calling everyone’s attention towards us.

“Styles you got to get ready, hurry up and go!” Louis shouted at us.

I flashed thumbs up towards him, and he returned the action, making a smile play on my face. I laced my fingers with Harry’s as I dragged him towards the front door. He quickly put on his shoes, and soon enough we were out the door, making our way to his car.

“You look beautiful” he complimented as he pulled open the door for me to get in.

“Thank you” I smiled up at him before he closed the door, and jogged around the front finding his way to the driver’s side. I did up my seat belt, and took off my heals in preparation for the 3 hour drive ahead of us, with the acceptation of stopping at Harry’s house so he can change. As harry started the car, the radio lowly played, and I began to talk to harry until we reached the destination, which was his home.

“How was your sleep last night?” I asked, tilting my head to get the side view of harry, who was concentrating on the road.

“It was okay, how was yours?”

“Weird, actually.”

Harry turned his head to face me, giving me a confused glare before turning back to the road.

“Yeah, you know when you leave for a long time? And you come back home and your bed feels weird?”

Harry nodded; I knew he understood what I was trying to explain, as he had been away from his home for a longer time than I have in my whole life. The longest I’ve ever been away from home was 3 weeks, and even then I got home sick. I couldn’t imagine how harry feels when he is sent on tour, and leaves the comfort of his home, to go to foreign places.

The conversation continued, and carried us all the way to Harry’s home. I didn’t bother putting my shoes back on, and I stepped out of the car to meet harry at the front door. He typed in his security code, and with a click of the “ok” button, harry was granted access. It had amazed me before, and I was now amazed again at the size of Harry’s home. I often wondered if he shared such a large home with anyone else. If he didn’t I was sure he would get awfully lonely in there alone.

“Come help me choose what to wear.” Harry said, snapping me out of my thoughts. I nodded and followed him up the steps and into his bedroom. Opening his closet I was shown a wide variety of colours and suits. I wasn’t totally dressed up, so I suspected harry shouldn’t have to be dressed up. With harry watching me at the door; I scanned through his racks and shelves, then settling with a red dress top, and black skinny jeans. I didn’t allow harry to wear his boots, and I insisted that he wore some dress shoes. After placing my selected clothes on the thick duvet of Harry’s bed, I kissed his cheek, and showed myself out. Allowing him to get himself ready. I walked down the stairs again, and strolled around before finding a seat in the living room. I carefully placed myself down, the couch seeming too fancy for my figure to be denting. I had forgotten my bag in the car, leaving without the entertainment of my phone. This led to my mind wondering, and overthinking the upcoming event. I was meeting Harry’s mother.

This was a big deal, she wanted to meet me. And for her to do so, harry would have had to mention me to her. I shouldn’t be, but I’m slightly nervous. All that I could think of was the negative things. What if she didn’t like me? Or I said something that would unintentionally offend her? What would harry do if his mother didn’t take a liking to me. Surely he would leave me if his mother didn’t like my first impression.

Don’t be an idiot Amy; what’s the worst that could happen?

All that could be done was me acting like my normal self. I would be sure to stay somewhat quiet, but I knew that wouldn’t be a problem for me, and for some reason I was becoming concerned with impressing his sister, Gemma. I knew how much she meant to harry.

I shook my head, and brought my hands up to my temples, softly rubbing circles on them to calm my frantic thoughts, driving me over the edge. I tried to keep my mind off the thoughts that would lead to anxiety, and kept myself occupied with my nails. A few minutes passed of me just staring at my nails, examining the colour they were sporting, when harry made his way down the stairs. I turned my head to look at him, and a smile instantly found its way to my lips. I loved how harry looked when he dressed up, and I was especially proud of my choice of clothing for him. I stood up from the couch, straightening out my dress and then walking towards harry.

“Well don’t you look pretty?” I exclaimed as I held his fore arms in my small hands.

“I try my best.” He smiled down at me.

“Whoever picked out these clothes, truly did a magnificent job, if I do say so myself.”

“I’ve seen better.” Harry responded sarcastically.

He was in one of those moods.

“Yeah, yeah. We need to leave it’s getting late.” I said as I looked at the clock on the wall, just over Harry’s shoulder.

“Kiss me first.” Harry almost pleaded as he smiled at me.

A smile like that never failed to make me weak in the knees, and I couldn’t do anything but comply with his demand.

With one swift movement I found myself on Harry’s lips yet again. I had grown very fond of Harry’s lips, sometimes thinking of them before I fell asleep at night. The curve of his top lip, accompanied by the sharp rise and fall of his cupid’s bow. His lips held the colour that had grown to be my favourite shade of pink. As his lips were stuck to mine, I smiled as I felt his fingers run through my long hair. And that’s when I pulled away.

“We really should get going styles.”

Harry groaned before quickly pecking my lips and then lacing our fingers as he led me out the front door and back into the car. A place where I’d be spending 3 intense hours on our way to Harry’s mother’s house. I kept replaying what I was going to say in my head, or how I would introduce myself to his family; the most important people in his life.