"Harry tells me that you're a student, are you enjoying your studies?" Harry mum Anne asks me as I help her with filling the pastry dishes with pie filling. She's cooked an extraordinary amount of food, but then I guess there are a lot of people here.

"Yeah it's pretty good, though I'll be happy when it's over" I admit smiling over at her, she gives me a knowing smile as she nods her head in response. She looks so much like Harry it's kind of crazy; same nose, same eyes, but completely different temperament. She's so warm and kind, wrapping me in the tightest and most sincere hug I've had in a long time. You know the type of hugs, the ones only mums can give that just fill you up and make you feel like everything's okay? I didn't feel this comfortable around Harry after our first meeting.

"And do you work?" She asks politely while I begin to place the sheet of pastry over the top of the pie filling.

"I work part time at the book store on campus" I reply. It's not technically a lie, when I called my boss and asked her if I could keep working there she was thrilled and said absolutely. I start back next week, I just need to tell Harry at some point.

"Do your family live in London?" Anne asks after closing the oven door, checking on one of the quiches she has cooking away. It's nearly done, the aroma is intoxicating. Good old fashioned home cooking, I can hardly wait.

"Uh no they don't, I moved there for university. Am I doing this right?" I reply, my attempt to change the subject off of my own family life. She walks over to join me after wiping her hands on her black apron and checks the pie.

"Yes honey that's lovely, thank you so much for helping me. I would have asked Gemma but she's not the best in the kitchen" she giggles quietly before I look up and see Gemma bouncing Charlie on her hip, her mouth agape.

"Excuse me! I can cook, it just so happens that my husband is better than me...whatever I have a lot of other skills" Gemma pouts with a gentle smile, Anne nods her head and grins beside me.

"Absolutely darling, I couldn't agree more. You have so many other skills. Where is your lovely husband by the way?" Anne laughs, beginning to chop up some vegetables.

"He's finishing up work so he'll be here later" Gemma says to her mum before turning to me. "My husbands a doctor, can be hard to manage his crazy schedule especially now that we have a family" I nod my head, smiling at little Charlie who has since started tugging on her mothers necklace.

"Did you tell your brother your news?" Anne asks Gemma. I turn to Harry to see him leaning his back against the wall, watching us all with a soft smile, his arms folded across his chest. His eyes linger on me before the flicker over to his sister.

"Oh god are you pregnant again?" He asks, his tone vaguely exasperated. Gemma nods her head with a wide grin and walks over to him.

"Yes I am and I'm bloody excited so give me a hug" She berates him with a wide smile, Harry rolls his eyes as he wraps her in a gentle hug, speaking to her quietly. Based on his reaction I don't think he's too keen on kids. I didn't know he didn't want to have kids.

"Do you have siblings Elena?" Anne asks as we seem to have returned to our game of twenty questions. I shake my head as I slide the pie dish into the oven while she holds the door open.

"No, only child" I mumble. Anne gives me a sympathetic look.

"Aw that's a shame, these two got up to all sorts of mischief together" She smiles warmly, watching the two of them. I nod my head suppressing my grin, I know of at least one story, I'd love it if there were more.

"Hey mum can I have my girlfriend back now?" Harry has approached the island counter opposite us and is leaning his elbows against the marble top. Anne tilts her head and smiles, placing her arm around my shoulder and giving me a soft hug and a gentle squeeze.

"I'm being nice, I just want to get to know her" She says gently, I let out a small giggle and rest my head against hers. I love her already, she's so sweet and warm, I was worried she would be one of those stubborn mean women who thought there would never be anyone good enough for her son. But she's the total opposite.

"You're hogging her" Harry presses on, giving his mum a knowing smile. Does Harry not want me spending this much time with her? Anne sighs and nods her head.

"Just trying to make her feel welcome" Anne gives my shoulder a soft squeeze and looks at me kindly. "This may be a family event but you are very welcome here, we're all very happy and excited to have you here. No need to be nervous" she tells me gently. It almost makes me tear up. Family events aren't things that I get invited to, not in a very long time at least. All my nerves seem to be slipping away as she speaks to me, she's a calm and soothing presence.

"Thank you, thats very kind of you" I tell her quietly as she grins. Harry stands up and walks around the island, placing a hand on my hip and gently pulling me into his side.

"She knows mum, thank you. I think maybe some other people might like to meet her?" Harry says, gently rubbing my hip with his thumb. Maybe he thinks I'm uncomfortable with all the questions, which I'm not really, but I don't want to take his mum's side over him. Anne nods, rolling her eyes.

"Fine fine, you two go mingle, but you can't hide her from me forever" Anne grins as Harry takes my hand, leading me out of the kitchen, opening up a side door to lead out to a garden next to an open field. There are around a dozen people mingling out here.

"You alright?" Harry asks me as the door swings shut behind us, him holding me by my bent elbow peering down at me.

I tilt my head up towards him and smile. "Yeah I'm good, your mum and your sister are wonderful" he scoffs with a soft grin.

"Wonderful wouldn't be the word I would use, but I'm glad you like them. And they liked you, you can stop all your worrying now" He tells me gently. I sigh with a grin and lean my forehead against his chest, breathing in deeply. This day may not turn out to be a total disaster like I had feared it might. Harry's hand runs through my hair gently before I tilt my head back up to him. His face is warmed by the soft glow of the sun. He seems more calm here despite his protests.

"Well are you going to introduce me to more people?" I ask him with a grin. He leans his head down and presses his lips to mine in response. He pulls his lips back from mine when a loud female voice from behind me begins to squeal.

"Harry! I'm so happy to see you!" I turn my head around to see a perky blonde with a wide grin making her way towards us. Harry smiles gently and his hands slip from my waist as he wraps her in a hug.

"Good to see you Emily, how are you?" He says as they embrace. I watch on smiling, they don't look too similar, I wonder how they're related.

"I'm doing good, just got back from my trip. We haven't seen each other in so long! I've missed you" she replies, keeping her arms wrapped around his waist. He nods his head before he glances up at me.

"Emily this is Elena, Emily's a family friend" he introduced the two of us and Emily finally unwraps her arms from around him. Oh, so no relation.

"That's putting it mildly! We practically grew up together, our families always made fun of the fact that we would probably get married one day. Nice to meet you Ella" she shakes my hand with a wide smile. Oh god, this sounds like something I might need to be worried about. Also he just said my name, and it's not a hard one either.

"It's uh, it's Elena, nice to meet you too" I smile back at her as I correct her. Man my heart rate is all the way back up. She shrugs her shoulders as she releases the grip on my hand, practically gluing her body to Harry's side.

"So what have you been up to lately?" She asks Harry excitedly, tucking her long blonde hair behind her ear. Harry shrugs his shoulders with the ghost of a smile on his face.

"You know the usual; work, travelling, all that stuff" he neglects to mention me, I didn't think I would be experiencing this during a visit to meet his family.

"Oh you're always far too busy! You need to relax more, let loose for a little while. It would be good for you" She says sweetly. She's not wrong, it's something I've been hinting at him to start doing as well.

"I do relax, but I also am very busy" Harry retorts. I feel like I'm eavesdropping, no ones even acknowledging me anymore anyway. I'm not sure I want to stick around and watch her ignore me and subtly flirt with him. I don't hear him protest as I slip away from the two of them, making my way back through the house looking for something to do.

"You're Elena right?" A voice from behind me causes me to spin around. A tall boy with dark hair and bright blue eyes is peering down at me. He's pale and timid, a few cuts on his lips. He doesn't look well, maybe he's ill or something.

"Yes I am, hi" I smile and offer him my hand to shake, despite my earlier worries of a possible illness. He shakes it weakly as he stares at me.

"I'm Jack" he says quietly as we shake. I nod my head.

"Are you a family friend or..?" I trail off. He raises his eyebrows and widens his eyes.

"Harry hasn't told you about me?" He asks. Oh how do I answer this one. I don't think Harry's ever mentioned a Jack before. So do I lie or tell the truth. I shake my head slightly, with a soft smile.

"No I don't think he has, maybe he has my memory can be terrible sometimes" I say, trying to find a middle ground between the truth and lies. He shakes his head and gestures to me with his beer.

"Oh you would remember if he had mentioned me" he says darkly. I have no idea what's going on, luckily I'm rescued.

"Elena honey there you are" Gemma appears beside me. She peers at Jack and shakes her head at him before turning her attention back to me.

"Let's get you something to drink" She says before taking my hand and pulling me away.

"It was nice to meet you Jack" I mumble to the boy before I disappear away with Gemma back towards the kitchen.

"Where's Harry?" She asks me as we approach a table full of drinks. Wine, I think I need wine. I pick up a bottle of red wine and pour myself a small glass and shrug.

"He was talking to someone outside so i thought I would mingle amongst everyone else" I shrug, she gives me a nod before a wide grin crosses her face.

"How would you like to see Harry's childhood bedroom?" She asks me with a wicked grin. I nod my head quickly and take my wine glass as she navigates through a bunch of people and leads me to a set of stairs. We climb them together and I take a large sip of my glass before she leads me to the end of a small hallway and opens a dark wooden door.

"Ta da!" She says grinning as the door swings open, she steps back and allows me to walk in first. The walls are a dark blue, the bed has been perfectly made and the room is still full of decorations and knick knacks you would typically find in a young boys bedroom. It's been preserved like a time capsule and I'm eager to explore it.

"I'll leave you to it, Charlie needs a feed. Enjoy!" She says cheerily as she departs back down the hallway. I don't know where to start; there are so many different places to explore. I take a sip of my wine and examine the top of the chest of drawers beside the door. There's a football trophy for 'Player of the Year' from 1994 next to a small black picture frame of a young boy and Anne. Oh my god that's him. I pick up the frame to examine it more closely. Anne is holding Harry by his waist as Harry proudly holds up a fish to show the camera. His small body is dwarfed by a gigantic life jacket, his hair showing no signs of curls at this point. He looks very young, maybe around 6 or 7.

"Nosy" Harry's soft voice almost causes me to drop both the glass in my left hand and the picture frame in my right. His body is leaning against the door frame, a bottle of beer in his hand resting by his side. "Why did you run off?" He asks curiously as I return the frame to its original placement.

I shrug and take another sip, looking at some of the drawings hanging on the walls. Robots and superheroes coloured haphazardly in bright felt tip markers cover the space above his dresser.

"I thought you two might want to catch up without me there, I felt like I was intruding" I mumble, taking another sip of my wine. Harry softly chuckles as I cross the room slowly to a small wooden desk.

"Emily's an old family friend, why am I sensing some jealousy?" Harry teases quietly, his legs carrying him across the floor to stand by me after he shuts the door.

"Practically the first thing she said to me was that your families always thought you two would get married. I don't know, it just weirded me out. I didn't want to stick around and watch her flirt with you in front of me" I shrug again. I feel embarrassed, it sounds a little pathetic. I try and distract myself with the objects of Harry's room. Some old school books are piled to one side underneath a small blue lamp.

"Bub she's no threat to you, trust me" Harry mumbles in my ear, placing his hands on my hips and pressing himself against me from behind. His head dips down to press soft kisses along my neck.

"She's pretty" I tell him quietly, tilting my head backwards to give him more access to my neck. I'm putty in his hands when he starts nipping at the skin delicately, and he knows it.

"She's nothing compared to you, my sweet girl" his gruff voice whispers in my ear as his hand skips down my leg and then slide up underneath my skirt, rubbing the outside of my panties softly.

"S-someone could walk in" I mumble, closing my eyes and allowing myself to feel his fingers flicking delicately against me.

"I locked the door, fuck you're so wet" Harry groans quietly in my ear as he slides his fingers past my panties, rubbing on my sensitive nub. I have to bite down hard on my lip so I don't moan out loud enough for the whole party to hear. We shouldn't be doing this.

"You want my cock baby? Want me to show you you're the only one?" His hot breath tickles my ear as I nod my head quickly, his dirty words having their way with me. My body is twisted around and slid up onto the desk as Harry connects our lips roughly, sliding his hands up my waist and quickly sliding down my panties. My hungry fingers quickly unbuckle his belt and fumble with the button and zip. I'm about to ask if he has protection when he shucks off his jacket and produces a foil wrapper from the inner pocket.

"Always prepared" he smirks before helping me slide his pants and boxers down just enough. We've never been the type to just have sex wherever, but I have to say that this is really hot. I didn't know that I needed him, but he knew that I did. His body is synched up with mine, he knows that I need his reassurance and this is one of my favourite ways to get it.

"Fuck" Harry groans in the nape of my neck and he slides himself into me. I grip onto his shoulders and press my face into his chest in an attempt to muffle my moans. He starts a rough rhythm, but it feels so good.

"You're mine, you're all mine, no one else can have you. I'm yours too" Harry groans in my ear as he thrusts himself into me. I wrap my legs around his waist and roll my hips against his, pulling him deeper and closer into me. My moans become muffled in his chest and neck, my forehead quickly becoming damp. The desk isn't the most comfortable surface to be on during this type of vigorous activity and I'm weary of bumping my head on the wall behind me, but it doesn't matter. I'm here with Harry, and he's telling me he's mine, no words have ever been sweeter.

"I'm yours, I'm yours" I mumble quietly before his lips are frantically pressed to mine. One of his hands supporting my back is slid down to rub circled into my clit, causing me to press my face into his neck and moan out loudly.

"Come on baby, let go" Harry groans softly to me. My body obeys him, bringing me to a shattering release as I grip onto his shoulder with one hand and tug on his curls with another. A few rough thrusts later and Harry stills his body against me, spilling into the condom as my name leaves his lips pressed against my hair.

For a moment we sit there, wrapped up in each other, our chests both rapidly rising and falling. I rest my head on Harry's shoulder, his hand brushes his way through my hair delicately before he tilts his chin upwards. I'm met with a soft smirk, his curls slightly stuck to his forehead.

"You're hot when you're jealous" I give his chest a shove as he lets out a small chuckle before continuing. "But you have no reason to be jealous. All I want is you" his words warm my chest, bringing a wide smile to my lips.

"You have me" I tell him softly. He grins that cheeky all knowing grin.

"I know"