Harry's POV

I was laying on top of Alex, she was tracing circles along my back. I thinking about how much I was going to miss her. I know five weeks isn't a long time but it would feel like it. I looked up to see her beautiful face and smiled, her gaze met mine, returning the smile.

"So the night before we leave for tour all of us guys and our families get together for a big dinner. We typically do it at one of our houses, and this time my mum volunteered to have it at her place."

"That sounds like fun." The smile still on her face.

"You're not freaked out about meeting my family?"

"Nope. Family is really important to me, and I can't wait to meet yours."

She was really something, I was nervous for her to meet my family but she wasn't. She was always surprising me, and I liked that.

I rolled off of her and she snuggled up to me.

"What time is dinner?"

"Six. In Holmes Chapel, so we'll have to be leaving soon." I said glancing at the clock, it was 9am but the drive up there was long, and also I wanted Alex to have a chance to meet my family before everyone else got there.

"But it's only 9am." She looked at me confused.

"Yeah but the drive up there is long, and I want you to be able to meet them before the guys and their families get there."

"Oh... ok, well I'm gonna go get ready then." She replied as she leaned up and kissed me on the cheek.

She went turned to get up but I stopped her. My hand went up to the side of her face, I pulled her in and kissed her, a long and passionate kiss, before letting her go so she could shower. She hurried into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. I continued to lay there, I heard the shower turn on. I put my arms behind my head and sighed a content sigh. In just a few short hours my family was going to be meeting the love of my life.

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Alex's POV

I really hope I didn't let on how nervous I really was. In a few hours I was going to be meeting Harry's family. I wasn't afraid that they were going to be mean or anything, I was afraid they weren't going to like me. I mean from the outside our relationship didn't really look the best. We met on a plane, were public from the very beginning, I freaked out on him and ended things, and then days later I was back with him. Plus the media made me look like really bad, there were constant headlines about me being with him for the fame, money, and exposure. I was constantly being compared to Cara. I told Harry that I wasn't nervous, and I wasn't, I was terrified.

I got out of the shower and got dressed.

"Harry, does this look ok? Or should I wear this?"I questioned as I held up two different outfits.

"I thought you weren't nervous."

"I'm not." It wasn't a lie.

"Then why are you so concerned about what to wear?"

"I want to make a good first impression, my media impression hasn't really been the best."

"My family doesn't care about what the media says or how they portray you. I promise their going to love you." He said while placing a kiss to my forehead.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I talked to my mum the other day, she's looking forward to meeting you."

"And she doesn't hate me for hastily ending things?" I grimaced at the thought of me freaking out at Harry the way I did, he didn't diverse it.

"I promise she doesn't hate you."

I pulled him to a hug, I think I surprised him a bit. "I'm still so sorry for freaking out on you."

"Don't worry about it, you were stressed." He reassured me as he rubbed my back.

"You're the best." I mumbled into his chest.

"I know." He smirked.

I pulled away, looking up to him with a smirk on my face as well. I playfully hit him on the arm, "Go take a shower!" I pointed to the bathroom.

He chuckled at me and kissed my forehead once more and walked into the bathroom, leaving the door open.

I finally decided on something to wear, I wanted to look nice, but not trying to hard, but I still wanted to be casual.


Once Harry was finished showering he got dressed too.

"You're not actually wearing that shirt, are you?" I asked him, a little puzzled.

"Yeah I am."

"You can't wear a shirt that says Fuck on it to go see you're mom."

"She won't mind."

"Oh god Harry.."

"It's fine, trust me."

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Alex's POV

We pulled up to Harry's moms house and my heart started pounding really hard. I still wasn't necessarily nervous, I was scared more than anything. I took a deep breath and opened my door. Harry met me on my side of the car and took my shaking hand.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine." He whispered to me as we made our way to the front door. He opened the door and walked in, he still had a hold of my hand and led me into the house. It smelled good, like a roast or something.

"MOM?" Harry yelled.

"I'm in the kitchen hunny." Harry's mom replied.

I grasped onto Harry's hand tighter. He looked down at me and smirked.

"Nervous?"

"Scared."

"Don't be."

We walked into the kitchen and there stood Harry's mom, she was gorgeous.

"Hi baby!" she exclaimed, pulling Harry into a hug.

"Smells good." Harry said referring the smell that wafted through the house, while kissing her cheek.

"Sunday roast." She explained. "And this must be Alex!" She said, stepping away from Harry and pulling me into a hug, just as she had done to Harry. "I'm Anne, it's so nice to finally meet you." She smiled at me.

I felt myself relax at the sight of her smile. "Yes, it's nice to meet you too. It smells amazing."

"Thanks, we're having a Sunday roast.?"

"Sunday roast?" I questioned.

"Yeah it's this silly thing us English people do. On Sundays we typically have a roast with yorkshire pudding, carrots, peas, parsnips, gravy; the lot."

"That sounds delicious." I had actually never had anything like it before, my mom didn't eat red meat so I had never even had a roast before. But I guess there's a first for everything.

"It is."

She turned back to Harry, giving him a once over.

"Nice shirt." You could hear the sarcasm dripping from her voice.

"Thanks, I wore it just for you." He countered with a smug look on his face.

"I told him not to wear it." I said laughing.

"See Harry, you should have listened to you're girlfriend." She smiled as she gestured in my direction.

"I wore it for her, you know since she's American and all."

Anne rolled her eyes at that. "Oh Harry, what am I going to do with you." she said sighing, as she returned to what she was doing in the kitchen before we had gotten there.

"Where's Gemma?"

"She'll be here soon. Why don't you show Alex around?"

"Ok." Harry said taking my hand. "This is obviously the kitchen."

"Obviously." I stated.

Anne chuckled.

We walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. "This is the lounge, and over here is the bathroom." He said pointing to a closed door. He led me over to the stairs next. Once upstairs he led me down the hallway. "This is my mom's room, Gemma's room, the guest room, the bathroom." We made it to the end of the hall. "And this is my room." he said as he opened the door. I walked in, it was surreal being in his "childhood" bedroom. It was cute, there were pictures of him when he was little, posters, and various toys from when he was young.

"It's cute." I smiled at him.

"It's embarrassing." He blushed.

"No, it's not."

He walked further into the room, closing the door behind us, and sat on the bed. I walked over and stood in front of him, he spread his legs and put his hands on the back of my legs. He pulled me towards him, I put my hands on his shoulders and stared down at him.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing."

"Tell me."

He sighed. "It's just that you're the first girl I've ever brought home, the first girl to be in this room with me. And I hope you're the last."

I smiled at him and leaned down, I kissed him; short and sweet before looking at him again. "Me too." I agreed.

Harry pulled my right leg up on the bed, followed by the left so that I was now straddling his lap.
He took my face in his large hands and pulled me into a kiss. It was sweet at first, and then I felt his tongue against my bottom lip. I opened; allowing his tongue in. We kissed for a while before he moved down to my neck. He kissed my sweet spot, with that a moan escaped my mouth.

"Harry." I said, slightly out of breath. His lips against my neck felt so good.

"Hmmm?"

"We should stop, you're mom is downstairs."

"So." He mumbled against my neck.

I wanted to stop him so bad, but it just left so good. I let him continue for a few more minutes until I felt that familiar bulge against my leg.

"Harry." I pulled away from him. "I'm not having sex with you while your mom is downstairs." I said a little harsher than I wanted to.

"Fine." He groaned.

I got up from his lap and readjusted my shirt.

We went back downstairs into the kitchen with Anne.

She looked up at us as we entered.

"Why the sour face?" She asked, referring to Harry.

"Alex wouldn't have sex with me because you're down here."

I couldn't believe my ears. Did he really just say that to his mom!? This was my first time meeting her and he just made it so extremely awkward for me.

"Harry!" I gasped. I could feel the blood rushing to my face.

Anne burst out laughing. "It's ok, I'm in no way under the impression that my son is a virgin."

"Virgin? Haha good joke!" I heard a girls voice behind me.

I turned to see who I assume was Gemma. She was gorgeous as well, good looks must run in the family.

"Gemma!" Harry yelled, and rushed over to her, pulling her in for a bear hug.

"So my baby brother isn't a virgin?" She looked over at me, I could definitely feel the blood in my cheeks now.

I felt so awkward, this was the first time meeting his family and we were discussing our sex life. Great.

"So was it you who took my brothers virginity?" She asked, looking in my direction.

"Uhhhh..."

"I'm just kidding. I'm Gemma." She said, extending her hand to me.

I shook it. "Alex. It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise." A smirked spread across her face. "Smells good mom." She said, dropping her gaze from me and turning it to her mom. "Need any help."

"Nope, I'm almost done. Oh actually you could set the table. The others should be here soon."

"K." She grabbed the dishes and walked into what I assume was the dinning room.

There was a knock on the door, Harry went to answer it. Which meant I was left alone in the kitchen with Anne.

I walked over to the island and took a look at the food that was on it.

"What's that?" I asked; pointing to some bread looking thing.

"Yorkshire pudding."

"That's pudding?"

She chuckled at me. "Not the kind of pudding you're accustomed too. Yorkshire pudding is a pastry or like a popover. You typically eat it with meat and gravy." She explained to me.

"Oh, so like the equivalent to an american biscuit?" I questioned.

"Exactly."

Just then I heard a loud group of people, I turned to see Zayn, Perrie, Louis, Eleanor, Liam and some girl, Niall, and all of their families. There were a lot of people in the pretty small house, but it felt nice.

Notes

So I'm writing the part about Alex walking up to the door with Harry, and my hands are shaking too. I feel like I'm about to meet Anne for the first time. I'm nervous lol, and I have butterflies in my stomach.... ok, back to typing the story.

All right, sorry to just end it there but I don't have time to write any more, so you'll just have to wait for more later :)

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-L