After taking a quick shower, I get dressed into something ‘casual’ as Harry says. He doesn’t think that I should dress up for something like this. I mean, if I’m going to actually meet his mother, sister, and step-dad, for the first time I should at least look presentable. Especially since Harry and his family have planned for us to stay the night, I packed some pj’s as well, along with a toothbrush, deodorant, and all other essentials.. I’m still on my period. Shush.

El thought I should wear this and I agreed, not too casual but not too dressed up. When I finished I walked out of the guest bedroom in the guys’ penthouse if that was what they called it. I would call it their boy cave as it is so boyish everywhere. Food, games, rooms to chill in, fully stocked fridge, I mean come on, that’s pretty cool.. We came back from a small rehearsal and worked things out with the guys’ management, eventually Harry fought for me and I can indeed stay, which got us all happy.

I proceed down the stairs where everyone was, cheering at me when I get down the stairs with my small gym bag. They are such funny people, I love them all. I noticed that Harry wasn’t in the area, so I couldn’t stand by him as they continue to stare. My gaze starts to wander.

“Where did Harry go?” I ask Zayn who happened to be the closest.

“He went outside to call his mum to make sure everything is good before you guys head off.” He informs me, gesturing to the door with his head. I nod with a smile.

“You look marvelous, Bambi. El did such a great job. I wish you the best of luck. They are going to love you I know it.” Louis tells me with a smile. We made up during their rehearsals, so we are back to our sassy selves again.

“Thank you Louis, you have such a lovely girlfriend who is the best at planning outfits for events.” I tell him as I grab my coat from El who had helped me decide what to wear before hugging her.

“She is going to love you, promise.” She comforts me. I nod and say my goodbyes to them all before joining Harry outside.

He was leaning his elbows onto the railing of the porch, the phone against his ear. He had his light brown sweater and black beanie on, a few curls poking out here and there, and his black skinny jeans. He doesn’t notice me here as he is too into his phone call with his mother, and his back was to me. I decide to let him finish before I bother him.

“Yeah, once Amber finishes up getting ready we will head over there... Oh, that’s alright, I’ll do it... I’m sure she won’t mind... I would love to do it… Yeah… Wait, what?... No… No mum. You better not-… Mum-… I swear if you tell her one st-... Pictures are not allowed either… Okay. Then that’s fine… Hmm?.. Yeah, we did. Yesterday actually... I’m excited too, she’s even better in person... Alright, I’ll see you soon, just leave the stuff out, I’ll do it... I’m serious I want to do it... Okay, good… I love you too, bye mum… Bye!” When he hangs up the phone I start to giggle, as I didn’t know he was that much of a mommy’s boy. He jumps when he hears me, turning around swiftly.

“That was probably the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.” I try to stop giggling as I cover my mouth with my hand. He loosely smiles at me, chuckling.

“Haha, how funny.” He says sarcastically as he drops my bag and pulls me into a hug, swaying us side to side slowly. “You look beautiful as always, sweetheart.” I hear him say, soon feeling a kiss to my head.

“Thank you.” I smile like an idiot, hugging his torso. “Might I say you look ready to go home.” I say, picking at his brown sweater.

“I am, I’m even bringing a special someone back with me, she is going to personally meet my family, it’s pretty exciting.” He says, letting me lean back slightly to see his face.

“Well lucky her, then.” I joke.

“Not lucky her, lucky me. She’s everything that I could ever ask for and more, I feel so grateful for her.” He looks at me seriously, and I know that he is making a silent motion to not disagree with him.

“Then that’s always good, I bet she feels the same way.” I say with a smile, making him smile wider. His dimples came on display, and I couldn’t help but take my finger and poke inside of it, making him laugh.

“You can poke at the dimples later. Are you ready to go?” He asks, stepping away from me so he can fish through his pockets. I hear a jingle, and the source is shown as he pulls out car keys. I exhale once before nodding.

“A bit nervous is all. But I’m ready.” He leans in and places another from the countless kisses from today onto my forehead.

“Believe it or not she already loves you. More than me, possibly. Doubt it but maybe close.” He jokes as he takes our gym bags and leads me to the car. He unlocks it and opens my door for me, helping me inside before getting into his side and leaving the gym bags on the back seats, soon driving us to his parents’ home.

His hometown is such a beautiful place, feeling a bit jealous that he got to live in such a nice community. We pull up into the house, all of the lights inside are on as it is now dark outside. Perfect time for dinner. Harry puts the car into park, with a huge grin on his face.

“We’re here. Come on.” He seems so excited to be home, as he comes around the car as quickly as possible, helping me out of the car. He gets my gym bag along with his before walking us to the door. Harry goes through his keys and pulling out one in particular and unlocking it, smiling as it slowly opens.

I know people keep saying that she will love me, but what if she doesn’t? Like, she may seem to like who she sees in the magazines, but what if she doesn’t actually like me for who I am? What if she asks about my family? My past? How we have been? Oh great, I’m a nervous wreck....

“Amber, relax. You look terrified.” He starts to chuckle at me, giving me one last embrace before swinging the door open wide. “MUUMMM. I’M HOOOOME!!!!” He just screams into the household. I am hit with a wall of his scent in his home. Where he grew up. He closes the door once I have entered inside, and notifies me to take off my shoes. Of course I do so without hesitation, and follow Harry in the unknown halls.

“I’m in the kitchen!!! Welcome home sweetie!” A voice rings out, making Harry smile like I’ve never seen before.

I follow him to the kitchen and see her setting up ingredients and cooking tools out on the granite table. When we walk in she smiles just as greatly as Harry does as they take each other in an embrace, swaying each other for a minute or two. I don’t want to disturb the mother and son bonding, so I awkwardly stay quiet, just taking in the kitchen. It’s a very nice-

“BOO!” I hear behind me and I scream loudly and jump a good two feet in the air. Harry and his mother let go of each other and look at me. I cover my mouth with my hand, no doubt my face is going beet red. There goes my first impression… I look behind me to see the infamous Gemma Styles in the flesh, trying to catch her breath through her consistent laughter.

“You, you were so scared! That, was, so, priceless!” She tries to say through her fit of laughter, making me more embarrassed. Can we start the day over? Please?

“Gem, why would you do that?” I hear Harry say furiously, wrapping his arms around me and leaving a kiss on my head for comfort. “She can be a jokester, don’t worry.” I hear him whisper.

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry. My apologies... I’m Gemma. You must be Amber.” She stops her laughter, turning them into giggles as she extends her hand to me. I take it either way to be nice, and we shake hands.

“Gemma, there was no reason for you to do that. Please be nice.” Harry’s mom says as she joins us. I finally get a glimpse of her up front, she is a very beautiful woman, I must admit. She turns to me, as if she had caught me staring, and smiles down at me.

“Amber Hudson, what an absolute pleasure to meet you. Oh, you can let her go now Harry, I want a turn.” Before I could ask what she had meant Harry’s arms came off of me and was replaced with her arms, hugging me tightly. I start to laugh to ease the tension that is inside me right now and hug her back.

“Believe me, the pleasure is all mine, Mrs. Cox.” I tell her.

“No no, Anne to you.” She says as she holds me out at arm’s length, making sure I understand. I nod with a small smile as she lets go of me. “Oh, it’s so nice to have you here. I’m so happy!” She squeals before walking out, leaving Gemma, Harry and I in the kitchen. I take a seat at the island, watching Harry begin his cooking process.

“So, Amber, what do you do for a living?” I hear Gemma ask me, much quieter than the last time she spoke. My eyes widen and Harry quickly turns to us. Do I just say that I’m still in school, in my senior year?

“Uhm, well I-” I start but Harry cuts me short as he speaks.

“Gemma, can you go ask mom to come here? And bring Amber’s and I’s bags up to my room pweeease.” Harry asks kindly to his sister. She sighs and gets up and out of the kitchen, leaving him and I alone.

“You know that she is going to ask again when she gets back? With your mom in the room?” I question him as he runs some vegetables under the cold sink water.

“No, because knowing her she is going to send Gemma out so you and I can be alone, you know?” He winks at me before turning back to what he was cooking.

“I hope so. I don’t have an answer to that question, and you know it.”

“Well…” He starts, but cuts himself off when he touches the hot stove and burns his finger, yelling out. “AHHH FUCK!!!” He hisses loudly, holding his hand. “God dammit, that hurt.” I quickly get up and check his finger.

“You’re okay. Just run it under cold water. Here.” I turn on the sink and led his finger underneath the cold water. After a minute or so, he removes it and checks it.

“Can I have a kiss on my boo-boo from Nurse Amber?” He pouts, making me think that he had faked this. I chuckle softly and press a gentle kiss to his ‘boo-boo’. He smiles as I did.

“Thank you Nurse Amber. You can sit back down. I won’t burn myself again.” He promises.

“Hope so. Don’t want you to burn your hold hand off.” I laugh, sitting back in my previous spot. Mrs. C-- Anne, walks in with a huge grin on her face, eyeing me once in a while, with Gemma right behind her.

“What is it, Harry?” Anne asks with her grin still on her face.

“Where did you leave the spices? I thought you would have that out. Did you move everything around again?” He asks her without looking up from slicing the peppers.

Anne goes through a couple cabinets and pulls out a few spices and hands them to her son. He thanks her before continuing his work.

“Oh, Harry. Before I forget, Robin will be coming home a bit late, but he will join us for dinner. So don’t forget to make enough for the 5 of us.” She mentions before walking out, dragging Gemma out behind her who had a pouty face. I giggled quietly, feeling bad that she has to stay out of the kitchen.

“What’s so funny, baby?” Harry questions, smirking without even looking at me.

“It’s nothing.” I smile, looking down at my lap.

“Well it has to be something as you were giggling over there. Was it Gemma’s face?” I look up at him, seeing him now staring at me. I nod quickly, joining him in laughter. “Don’t worry about her, she is a trouble-maker sometimes. But I can see you two getting along.”

“Do you really?” I ask, getting intrigued. I mean, she does act like Chasity a bit, with the whole scaring me bit. But really?

“Yeah. She just seems like the kind of person that you could hang out with every once in a while. I see a click between you two.” He smirks.

When the dinner was finished we all sit around the table, waiting patiently for Robin to return to the home. I know Robin is his step-dad, not the man he had confessed to me yesterday. The food now sits in the middle of the table, going cold as we wait. We talk about what goes on in their daily lives and how nice it was to see Harry again after so long.

Almost a half hour passes the time Robin was supposed to come, he doesn’t. I’m not that hungry, so I don’t mind the wait, but Harry was worrying how the food is going to go bad if he doesn’t come home soon.

“Mum, can you please just call him to see how much longer he is going to take?” He groans, leaning back into his chair. I can hear his foot tapping against the tile floor impatiently.

“Fine, fine. Pardon me.” She gets up from the table and walks out of the dining room, taking out her phone.

“Are you hungry? Like, really hungry?” Harry turns to me, asking me. I shrug.

“Not really, I’m okay thanks.” He takes hold of my hand, and places our intertwined hands on his lap, before turning to Gemma.

“I know you’re hungry. Not going to bother ask you.” He slowly smiles at Gemma, making her roll her eyes.

“Harry, don’t be rude to your sister.” I tell him softly, making Gemma perk up.

“I like her already Harry. I hope this is a keeper.” She says happily, leaning her elbows onto the table and resting her head into her hands, looking between the two of us.

"She is. And get your elbows off the table." He tells her strictly, doing as she was told.

"SO, Amber, what is it that you are into?" She asks in a more polite manner.

"Well, like what specifically?" I ask, tilting my head slightly.

"You know, what are you into? Hobby wise? What are your hobbies, is what I'm asking." She clarifies.

"Well, I don't really do it much anymore but I used to play the guitar, especially in middle school. It calmed me, from, well, stress." I tell her, and she smiles softly and nods her head.

"That's neat. I've always wanted to play a guitar. I feel like whenever I try to pick up a guitar I pretend I know how to play even though all the sound coming out of it is shit." She laughs slightly, making me laugh with her. I can feel Harry's hand squeezing mine slightly, making me smile a bit more, know what he is already thinking. Alright, I can see it too, Harry.

“Alright, I’ll let them know, thank you for checking in... See you soon... I love you too... Bye.” Anne says on the phone, returning to us.

“Was that him?” Harry asks, and Anne nods.

“He is going to be coming late tonight, so he says that we should eat without him and to hopefully leave and left over for him in the fridge for him to eat when he gets back.” Harry nods and starts to dig in. Anne turns to me as she serves herself. “I’m sure you have heard of Robin, yes?” I nod, letting her continue. “He adores it when Harry cooks, not only does it taste good but says that it shows that there is no specific gender to a certain task. I find it nice as well. Don’t you?”

“Course. It’s good especially in this society where almost everything these days are so gender stricted. Even with singing, people say that its a girl thing, but with Harry and the other boys in a popular and very successful band, it proves them all wrong. Guys can do what girls do and vice versa. We need more of that in this lifestyle, that’s for sure.” I don’t even notice that I was ranting, until they all stared at me with amused expression, especially Harry as he winks at me.

“Sorry. Didn't mean to rant on about that…” I mutter quietly, taking what I had served myself and begin to eat what was on my plate. They all began to laugh.

“Oh, Harry. You were right. She is so much better in person. Granted I already did like you before you came, as you just seemed so sweet and smart, but never did I think you would be this sweet and smart.” Anne compliments me.

“Well, thank you Anne, that means a lot coming from you.” I say honestly.

“You are welcome here anytime.” She smiles, before taking a bite of the salad.

“Thank you Anne.” I smile back. I feel a hand clasp onto my thigh, and when I look down I see Harry’s hand giving it a gentle squeeze. I look up to his eyes and lips read silently ‘Told you’. I smile and nod, before eating the rest of the food.

“Have you been in a relationship before Harry?” I almost choke on my water when Gemma suddenly asks that.

“Gemma, really?” Harry counters, dropping his fork onto the plate, making a clanking sound.

“It’s okay, Harry.” I tell him before turning to her. “No, I haven’t.” I smile softly. She nods silently and stays silent for the rest of the dinner, thankfully.

Many more questions about me were asked and I gave my best answer to them, hoping that it was not only truthfully, but also pleasing to them. When dinner was finally over Harry got up and started to take all of our dishes, but I kept a grip on my plate and glass.

"What are you doing? Let that go, I got it." He smiles at me, setting the empty dishes beside him on the table and getting a better grip on mine.

"It's okay, I can do them. I always do them. Let me." I counter, standing up and trying to take them back.

"Sweetheart, you are a guest here, and our guests don't do their own dishes. I do them." He starts to chuckle, coming closer to me to remove them from me, but I kept holding on.

"Well, this guest is going to be the first. I will feel bad if I don't. Just let me do them." I smile, kinda liking how we are now practically doing a small waltz in the dining room to the kitchen.

"No, you aren't." My grip loosens, and before we know it the plate goes soaring into the air, shattering loudly around our feet. Oh no. Anne and Gemma come racing to the kitchen, stopping at their tracks at the sight. Just, great.

"Oh no. Oh God I am so so sorry. Here, I'll clean it-" I start to bend down to pick up the large pieces but Harry pulls be back up, before picking me up off of my feet, hands were supporting my bum. I squeal at the gesture.

"I want you to stay right here." He sets me down on the island counter top quickly and forcefully. "Don't move from until I am done. Okay?" I nod silently, the guilt eating me up inside.

I look over to Anne and Gemma at the door frame and they come around Harry to help gather the pieces with a broom stick and dustpan. Now I feel really bad. I should be helping. This isn't fair to him. I know he won't hurt me, but the thought is clouding my thoughts. His happy chuckles had stopped, and the smile had disappeared. Why do I have to be so clumsy...

He finished picking up the remaining pieces and had disposed of them quickly and properly, before starting to do the remaining dishes that were actually intact. His back was kept to me, making me think that he is upset with me. It was aggravating. When he had dried the dishes he stood in front of me, opening his arms and circling them around my lower back, picking me up once more.

“Amber and I are gonna watch a movie in my room, goodnight to you both.” Harry tells his family without giving them a chance to say goodnight as he speed walks through the halls.

He guides us to his room. I still need a tour of this place. It is a really nice home, I want one like this when I’m older, but God knows I probably can’t afford one like this. It must be expensive…

“Just like I remembered it.” I hear him say as he opens the door into his room and closes it with his feet once we were inside. I look down and see our bags by the door inside. Wait, am I sleeping here? In the same bed as him? No, we are watching a movie. Remember? I hear Harry try to say something, but I wasn't paying attention.

“What was that?” I ask, as he sets me down on his bed gently this time.

"Did the glass get into your feet? I didn't want you walking in case it did. May I check your them?" I nod slowly, giving him my feet as he bends down. His hands roam around the surface, occasionally tickling me from time to time. I tried to hold my giggles back as I know that he isn't in a laughing mood, but I could help by letting one escape. He looks up at me and half smiles.

"I think you're good." He lets go of my feet and leaves a kiss to my forehead.

"I really am sorry about that, Harry. My grip was slipping out and-"

"It's alright, accidents happen. I'm just glad you are okay." He smiles fully, before plopping on the bed behind me.

‘So what movie do you want to watch? Well, if you want to watch a movie. We could just sleep. It’s up to you.” I turn to face him, he was laying on his stomach, his hands disappearing underneath his pillow and his head turned to the side. I crawl over to him and sit beside him, thinking.

“Can we see a movie?” I ask him, and he nods, resting his weight on his elbows.

“There are some movies under there. You can pick a movie.” He points towards the desk. I go up and go to where he had directed me, and look through his movies, before deciding on one.

“Can we watch this one?” I ask, bringing the DVD case to him. He chuckles at me.

“Baby, we can watch what you want.. You are the guest, you can do whatever shit you want. Except breaking things. That is off limits” He jokes as he takes the DVD and plops it into his DVD player, pressing pause just as it was about to begin on the television.

“Might want to change into your PJ’s just in case. I’ll go make some popcorn to eat.” Harry informs me. I nod and take my bag and ask for the bathroom. He points to a door behind me. “It’s right there.” I thank him and walk in.

He has a connected bathroom to his original room as well, that’s pretty neat. I change and get myself ready for the night including brushing my teeth. When all was done I walk out to see Harry back on his bed, who held out welcoming arms for me, almost knocking the small bowl of popcorn over, making me smile uncontrollably. He is just so cute sometimes.

“I forgot to ask, do you mind sleeping in the same bed with me tonight? Or would you prefer the bed to yourself? I can sleep on the floor because I want you in the same room as me. I don’t mind sleeping on the floor. Really.” He tells me in all seriousness, as I join him in his bed. I can always try to. I sometimes sleep with Hope and Charisa in my bed so it shouldn’t be a problem.

“I can stay here with you on the same bed. I don’t mind.” I smile, getting comfy in his arms.

“Are you sure?” I nod, urging him to press play. He takes the remote and presses play. The introduction to ‘Despicable Me’ starts to roll on the screen. A few minutes into the movie I already feel my eyes slowly closing, and before I knew it I was asleep in Harry’s arms at his parents’ house, and that didn’t bother me a bit.

Notes

One year ago from today I posted the first chapter... Now I'm at Forty Three. What the hell was I doing??

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Off topic... You don't have to read this because this doesn't have to do with 1D but it would be nice if you did. Umm.. On March 31st, 2015, (This past Tuesday) I had to say goodbye to my pet ferret, Bandit as I had to put him down due to old age and heart failure... :'( :'( :'( It's been almost 5, blessing years. See, I first got him on the summer of 2010, a month before 1D formed, and this made me heartbroken... I'm still heart broken. His cage was in my room and now with it gone that one corner is just so empty... (It was three floors high, so about 4 and a half feet tall. He wanted a lot of room..) I miss him greatly but he is in a better place.

R.I.P. my baby boy. I miss and love you so much. xxx