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May POV

Fuck I'm nervous.

I asked Harry at five what I should wear.

His response was "whatever I want". That answer annoyed me because I don't want to look like a slob.

I decided on a green sweater I wear during the fall time. I was going to wear leggings but those seemed too lazy looking. I put on my jeans that is a dark-ish blue and roll up the at the bottoms. To match I wear my toms that are white.

I look at myself in the mirror and pick at my lower lip. What if they hate me? Or what if they prefer Sadie over me? That's probably going to happen, everyone does.

I reach over to grab my phone and see a text from Harry.

Harry: helloo

Me: hiii

Harry: what did you decide to wear

Me: clothes

Harry: damn

Harry: that's a disappointment

Me: i am a disappointment

Harry: ......

Harry: staaaap talking about yourself like that

Me: i'm joking jeez

Harry: are ya nervous

Me: I'm always nervous

Me: i feel like i look like shit tho

Harry: send me a photo of what you're wearing

Me: ew no

Me: I don't take photos of myself

Harry: ever?

Me: i never took a selfie

Me: i refuse photo's

Me: there isn't one in the yearbook of me

Harry: wtf

Harry: that's odd May

Me: I hate the way i look on camera

Harry: but I want photos of my girlfriend on my phone :((

Me: :/

Harry: :((

Me: i'll see you in 20

Me: SHOULD I BRING SOMETHING

Me: FUCK

Me: WHY DIDNT I THINK OF THIS

Harry: babe?

Me: yes

Harry: stop

Harry: just come over and stop worrying

Me: i shouldn't bring anything?

Harry: just yourself

Me: okay

Harry: :))) see you soon

I lock my phone and sit on my bed.

***

I arrive to Harry's house at 7:05.

I decided to buy a cake because I felt weird just coming with nothing. Harry answers the door and smiles gently.

"Here." I say, giving him the bag. He laughs. "Shut up. It's chocolate. Do they like chocolate?"

"Yes, they do." Harry closes the door behind me and places the bag on the table in the foyer. "I can take your coat." I unzip my jacket and give it to Harry who hangs it up the closet near us. His eyes look back to me and he smiles.

"Do I look bad?"

"No, you look beautiful." He pecks my lips.

"Thanks." I murmur. Anne comes from down the hallway and smiles.

"Mom, May brought dessert."

"Oh, that's so nice of you." His Mom chirps. She looks in the bag and back to me. "His father has been craving chocolate cake all day. Good choice." Thank god. I spent twenty minutes debating what to bring. "Dinner should be done shortly. Mean time make yourself at home." I nod and she walks away. I pick at my bottom lip.

Soon, I see a taller man walk toward us. He's a little taller than Harry which is surprising. Harry's a fucking tree compared to me.

"You must be May." Harry's father, Des greets warmly. His hand extends out to mine. I shake his hand and smile back. His eyes go to Harry and back to me. "It's finally good to meet the girl that Harry talks a lot about."

"Dad." Harry says with a deep voice.

"This is the only day where I can embarrass you. Let me have this moment." I chuckle gently. "So, how many times has he fucked up with you recently?"

"Oh god." Harry mutters. "Stop." I smile.

"None surprisingly." Des laughs.

"My heart just grew." I look to Harry who is rolling his eyes. "Anyways, I'll let you guys know when dinner is ready. If you go upstairs let me know so I can play music."

"Dad." Harry says loudly.

"I'm only kidding. My god this boy is no fun today, Jesus." Des walks away and I laugh.

"I'm sorry about him."

"I like his sense of humor. It's funny." His arms wrap around my waist and I shake my head.

"What? I can't touch you?"

"Not tonight, it will be weird." Harry frowns.

"What about kiss?"

"No." My eyes widen. "Not in front of your parents." He leans down and pecks my lips.

"I'll show you where the dinning room is." Harry walks me to the dinning room that is on the opposite side of the house. His house is fucking huge, it blows my mind. He pulls out my chair and I smile gently.

"Thanks." He nods. Harry sits beside me and rests his hand on my lap. My fingers play with mine and I snicker lowly.

I see his Mom come out with the chicken and Des come out with some of the sides. I bite my lower lip nervously and adapt to the environment. I don't remember the time I was actually wanted at a dinner, or ate at one.

~

"So," Here comes the questions. "You're a Junior right?" Anne asks.

"Yeah." I answer kindly.

"Have you thought about any colleges?"

"A uh, few." I swear to god if I start stuttering. "Washington State is one of the ones I'd like to go too. Or maybe NYU, St. John."

"That's great. What for?" She asks.

"English literature and journalism." I answer. I sip water.

"Do you want to be a teacher?" Anne asks, her eyes meet mine.

"My goal is to be a writer for uh, the New York Times. It's a long shot, but it's my dream." I smile gently.

"That's really amazing." Anne compliments. "Your parents must be proud." I chuckle.

"I don't really talk to my parents much." I say.

"Oh right. They travel a lot."

"Yeah." I say.

"Mom, May's won a lot of writing contests. She topped first in one for the New York Times." I look to Harry who looks to me and smiles. I guess he saw that on my board in my room.

"That's incredible. What was the topic?" She asks.

"Children education in a bad neighborhood, verses ones in a good one." I say. Anne and Des look to each other giving with a secret look.

"That's impressive." Des says with a warm smile. "Does Sadie know about you guys dating?" I lick my lips and fidget with my fingers.

"No." Harry says. His father's eyebrows furrow.

"Oh why? I think she'd be happy for you guys. Sadie's a sweet girl." I sip my water.

"My sister and I don't get along." I respond. His eyes are confused for a moment then soften.

"Dad keep it to yourself." Harry says quickly.

"Keep what?" I ask.

"She's spoken about you that's all." He eats his chicken awkwardly.

"Negative stuff I assume?" I ask. He doesn't respond, but gives me a look that's a yes. "It's fine, I get it all the time."

"Anyways," Anne and Des look different now. Of course now, they think I'm a mental person that's a loser. Harry squeezes my knee firmly.

***

Dinner is over and Harry and I are hanging out in the living room. I look to Harry. "Your parents hate me now."

"No they don't." Harry says quickly.

"What does Sadie say about me then?"

"That's not important." Harry says, brushing it off.

"Say it." Harry huffs.

"That you're a freak with stuttering issues and you're the joke of the school and family."

"And that won't make your parents think less of me? I wouldn't want my son t-to be with someone who's described like that."

"That's just Sadie, May."

"That's also the girl that's always over here and talks to your parents. And also knows your cousins and aunts, uncles, possibly grandparents too."

"They don't look at you different."

"I saw the look I always get from teachers, Harry." I huff. I look to my hands. "Feeling normal lasted for while though, it was nice." He kisses the top of my head and presses his head against mine.

"You're fine, May. I promise." His lips touch my cheek.

Harry POV

May left five minutes ago. I enter the kitchen and see my parents talking.

They stop as I enter. "May seems nice." My Mom says softly.

"Stop, both of you. She's not what Sadie described." I defend.

"What did I do?" They both say. My eyes narrow.

"She got the pity look from both of you. She's convinced you both think she's mental and has issues, and is a freak."

"I like her very much." My Mom defends. "I was just taken back that Sadie thinks of her like that."

"You couldn't hide it better? If you can't tell she's not really used to being looked at like a person with feelings."

"It wasn't our intention, Harry. Your father and I didn't want to come off like we don't like her. She seems very nice, and polite. I thought it was thoughtful that she brought dessert. I usually hate every girl I see doing the walk of shame every morning, and tries to talk to me because it's awkward, but I don't hate May.

And tell her that I said that and I'm sorry I made her feel otherwise. She's welcomed here anytime. I saw the neglect in her face when we all sat down for dinner and that broke my heart, that her parents don't talk to her. I just wanted to hug her. Does she ever have family meals? If anything the whole dinner just made me dislike Sadie for talking about her like that." My Dad looks to me and nods, agreeing.

"It also made me more annoyed at you at how you were an ass to her." Her light brown eyes scowl at me. "Don't be an ass. She should be happy and feel loved. I'm just annoyed in general at her parents now. I never had a problem with them until now."

I feel like if she knew about May's Christmas as a child she'll throw something.

"I'll tell her." My Mom nods.

"She's also really pretty." My Mom adds making me crack a smile. "Don't let that one go, I like her."

~

It's midnight now and I'm under my covers. I'm texting May.

Me: hiii

May: hello

Me: my parents like you

Me: my mom wanted me to tell you : I'm sorry I made you feel like I didn't like you. you're welcomed here anytime

May: she's lying

Me: MAYYYYYYYYYYYY

Me: MY PARENTS LIKE YOU THEY THINK YOURE SMART AND STUFF

Me: THEY WERE JUST SURPRISED THAT SADIE DESCRIBED YOU LIKE THAT. THEY LOWKEY DONT LIKE SADIE NOW

May: i'm just used to no one liking me

Me: ik

Me: but they liked you, okaY? I think they like you more than me

May: ha ha

Me: :))

May: :/

Me: sooo

Me: wyd

May: getting ready for bed, you?

Me: i n b e d

May: nice spacing

Me: tyty

Me: can you do me a favor

May: depends

Me: can you send me 1 photo of yourself? it can be your profile pic

May: ewwww

May: i hardly look at myself in the mirror

Me: one photo :)

Me: Pweeese

May: I opened the camera app and rolled my eyes at myself rippp

Me: you're beautiful

May: trash can be pretty.

Me: you're not trash

May: Uhuh

Me: just send de photo

May: what language is de

Me: maybe French

May: fancy

May:

May: enjoy my spongebob blanket, I spilled coffee on my regular blanket

Me: my baby is hot

May: ha

May: I cackled

Me: i'd tap that ;)

May: *in ravens voice* ya nasty

May: wait

May:

Me: why do you have that meme?

May: I'd send that to Adam a lot

Me: what other memes do you have

May: i'd rather not send them

Me: why

Me: i'm a meme whore

May: i will tomorrow lol me tired

May: plus i have a lot of weird shit on my phone

Me: hard to believe

May: ._.

May: weird memes not dick pics

Me: you have dick pics?

Me: i feel offended

May: i wish

Me: jkjk that's weird

Me: you don't like dick? ;)

May: i don't want a photo of one on my phone.

May: i'd open my album and see a random penis, like what am i supposed to do with it????

Me: stuff

May: that stuff is weird with a photo

Me: so you do it in general? ;)

May: STOP MAKING EVERYTHING DIRTY HARRY

May: NO I DONT FINGER MYSELF OR USE DILDOS/BUTT PLUGS

Me: IM SORRY ILL STOP HAHAHA

May: night :p

Me: goodnight :)

Me: babe?

May: yeah?

Me: the photo of you is really, really, really, really pretty, i just hope you know that

May: thank you

Me: ofc :) sweet dreams

A://N

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