All I've Ever Wanted
Chapter twenty-one: Meeting the Family
“Sam, love, we’re here,” Harry whispers softly in my ear, pulling me out of my deep sleep.
“Hm? Oh ok,” I mutter and sit up as I slowly open my eyes and begin to take in the scenery around me. It was very pretty and vintage looking. We continue to drive a little while longer before he pulls up in to a long drive way of a real nice looking house, with trees and all other sorts of shrubbery in the front near the windows. The car soon comes to a stop. Harry turns the engine off before pulling the keys out of the ignition and turning to me.
“Come on, love, I want you to come with me,” he says and opens the door before coming around to my side and opens it for me and grabs my hand, helping me out. After he helps me out, he wraps a strong arm around my waist and gives me a soft kiss on the lips before leading me up the steps that led to the front door.
“Where are you taking me?” I smile as we walk up the steps.
“To meet my family of course, love,” he grabs my waist and pulls me tighter against him as we walk up to the front. He goes forward and pulls out a key from under the welcome mat before sticking it in the door and unlocking it. After he unlocks it, he pushes the door open and wraps a strong arm of his around my waist as we walk inside. Once we get inside, he shuts the door, a bit louder than people would normally close it.
He pulls me close to him as he leads me in his house. It was so nice and big, well, the front foyer is. I was sure the rest of the house was super pretty as well. The floors were all wooden with a stair case that led to the second floor. There was also an old fashioned looking cabinet that is on the wall of the stair case. It had all sorts of trinkets and things on it; I bet it had to be one of his mother’s things.
Harry leads me through a small hall that led to a big open space, the kitchen.
“Harry! Wasn’t expecting to see you so soon, sweetie. How have you been, love? And who’s this beautiful girl?” a tall older looking woman stood there who looked to be about in her late 30’s to early 40s stood there. It had to be Harry’s mother. She was very pretty too.
“Hi, mum! I’ve been doing great. This is Samantha, my girlfriend-erm, fiancée, actually,” he looks at his mum, a wide smile on his face before turning to me. He gives me a light kiss on the cheek before slowly pulling his arm from my waist and going over and pulling his mum in to a hug. After they pull away, he gives her a kiss on the cheek before grabbing me by the waist and pulling me close to him again and lacing our fingers together.
“Nice to meet you, sweetie; you’re very pretty, love. I hope you’ve been treating my Harry here, right,” she smiles at me.
“I have, Mrs. Styles, I sure have,” I smile at her.
“None of that ‘Mrs. Styles’, call me Anne, love,” she smiles at the both of us and pulls me in a loving hug. From the hug, I can tell she is happy for me to be a part of the family. I smile as we hug. We pull away a few moments later.
For the next few minutes, I talk with Anne and Harry. She tells me that Harry has told her about me a few times.
“Robin, Gemma! Harry’s home!” Anne yells toward the door way. Soon, two other figures walk in to the room; a big scruffy guy and a tall but thin girl, who had to be Gemma, of course.
“Hazza! How’s my baby brother been? I’ve missed you around here! And who’s this?” Gemma comes over and pulls her brother into a tight embrace.
“Hey, Gem. I missed you too. I’m good, thanks love. This is Samantha, my fiancée,” he smiles at his sister as he wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me much closer to him.
“Hey, I’m Gemma. My God, you’re very pretty, I hope you treat my brother well,” she says, a warm smile on her face. I chuckle at her last comment. I didn’t think I was that pretty, but according to Harry and his family, I was. She pulls me in to a hug. I can tell I will become super close with her since we’re practically family now since I’m engaged to her brother.
“This here, Robin, is Samantha, Harry’s fiancée,” Anne smiles up at her husband.
“Harry if I might say so myself, you sure picked a beautiful girl,” he says and pats Harry on the shoulder. I feel my cheeks go crimson at his statement.
“Thanks, Rob,” Harry smiles at him.
“Glad to have you as part of the family, Sam,” he pulls me into a tight hug.
“Thanks,” I blush as I hug him.
“How long are you two here for?” Gemma asks, looking at us with a warm smile on her face.
“A few weeks, then I think once we get back, I have to go with the lads and start working on the new album.” He says and leans over to place a soft kiss on my cheek.
“Harry, love, you know the guest house is open and you’re free to stay there while you two’re here,” Anne says looking at her son.
“I know, Mum. Sam, love, I’ll go get our bags, you sit here and chat with Gemma and my Mum,” he looks at me and motions for me to sit down on a bar stool in the kitchen. He presses a loving kiss to my forehead before he turns and starts walking out of the kitchen, toward the main room.
“Okay babe. You sure you don’t need any help?” I ask, looking at him as he starts to walk out of the room. He turns and looks back at me, shaking his head.
“No, I can get them myself, love, don’t worry,” he chuckles before walking out of the room and out to get our bags. Anne, Gemma and I talk and laugh about the most random things for the next few minutes or so.
“Sam, would you like to see some of Harry’s baby pictures?” Anne asks me, a smile on her face.
Before I get to respond, there was a loud noise, probably Harry coming back in with our bags. He walks in a few moments later, dragging each of our bags behind us. His bag was securely on his shoulder while he was dragging my two bags on the ground.
“No you aren’t Mum! Are you?” Harry groans as he stands there with our bags. He looked like he was about to fall to the floor. I couldn’t help but crack a small smile at the sight, I was trying my hardest not to burst out laughing.
“Why not? You were such a cute baby, Harry!” Anne says looking at her son.
“She’s going to have to see them sooner or later, love,” she smiles at her son who was blushing back at his mother.
“Fine! I’ll be right back, going to take these out to the guest house in the back,” he says almost out of breath while he drags the bags behind him as he goes toward the door that led out to the back.
She gets up and tells me to follow her in to the living room. I get up along with Gemma who comes along with us. Anne pulls out a box labeled ‘Harry’s baby photos’. She opens up the box and pulls out some hard copies of pictures. For the next few minutes, she shows me numerous funny and cute pictures of Harry when he was younger. The three of us laugh as she continues to show me random pictures of him as a baby and toddler.
As I chuckle at another picture she was showing me of Harry, I turn to see him standing in the doorway, a small smile on his face.
“Having fun there, love?” he asks, smiling as I look over at him.
“I am,” I smile cheekily at him.
“Come here love, let’s go relax for a bit, you seem exhausted, baby,” he says and comes forward, resting his hands on my shoulders and kisses the top of my head.
I look at Anne for some reassurance and she nods her head. “Go ahead, love.” She smiles and comes forward and pulls me in to another hug. “Welcome to the family, sweetie,” she says and kisses my cheek.
“Thanks,” I smile at her as we part from the hug.
“No problem, love,” she says smiling at me and Harry.
Harry reaches out for my hand and helps me up from my spot on the floor. He wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head on my shoulder as we look at his mother and sister who were still on the floor looking at pictures.
He grabs my hand and laces his fingers with mine as he leads me toward the back door that led to the guest house out back. “I love you,” he whispers into my ear as I feel his lips brush softly against my cheek. I smile and softly reply with an “I love you too” and tighten our grip as we walk over to the door that led up to his family’s guest house.
He wraps his arm tighter around my slim waist and pulls me against his chest as he opens the door and pushes it open. After walking inside, he shuts the door behind us and grabs my hand, leading me toward the stairs. Once we get to the top of the stairs, he leads me in to the first bedroom that was to the left of the stairs.
I knew it was ours since both of our bags were sitting there on the floor near the closet. I kick my shoes off and start to walk over toward the big king sized bed that was in the middle of the room. Harry pushes me softly and slams the door shut before picking me up bridal style and carrying me over to the bed.
“I love you, Samantha,” Harry says softly in my ear and places soft kisses on the bare skin of my neck. I smile as my eyes flutter closed and move my arms to wrap around his neck. He grabs my waist and pulls me close to him.
“I love you too, Harry,” I say as I pull away slightly and stare in to his emerald eyes that stared back in to my blue ones.
“I’m so glad I have you in my life, I never want to let you go,” he says and moves his hand down to my waist and grabs my hand, lacing our fingers together again.
“You won’t ever have to, babe because I’m not going anywhere,” I tell him and kiss him on the forehead. He holds me tight and close to him as I fall asleep in his arms. I am so glad I have him in my life; I don’t know where I would be without him. This boy is everything to me.
“Hm? Oh ok,” I mutter and sit up as I slowly open my eyes and begin to take in the scenery around me. It was very pretty and vintage looking. We continue to drive a little while longer before he pulls up in to a long drive way of a real nice looking house, with trees and all other sorts of shrubbery in the front near the windows. The car soon comes to a stop. Harry turns the engine off before pulling the keys out of the ignition and turning to me.
“Come on, love, I want you to come with me,” he says and opens the door before coming around to my side and opens it for me and grabs my hand, helping me out. After he helps me out, he wraps a strong arm around my waist and gives me a soft kiss on the lips before leading me up the steps that led to the front door.
“Where are you taking me?” I smile as we walk up the steps.
“To meet my family of course, love,” he grabs my waist and pulls me tighter against him as we walk up to the front. He goes forward and pulls out a key from under the welcome mat before sticking it in the door and unlocking it. After he unlocks it, he pushes the door open and wraps a strong arm of his around my waist as we walk inside. Once we get inside, he shuts the door, a bit louder than people would normally close it.
He pulls me close to him as he leads me in his house. It was so nice and big, well, the front foyer is. I was sure the rest of the house was super pretty as well. The floors were all wooden with a stair case that led to the second floor. There was also an old fashioned looking cabinet that is on the wall of the stair case. It had all sorts of trinkets and things on it; I bet it had to be one of his mother’s things.
Harry leads me through a small hall that led to a big open space, the kitchen.
“Harry! Wasn’t expecting to see you so soon, sweetie. How have you been, love? And who’s this beautiful girl?” a tall older looking woman stood there who looked to be about in her late 30’s to early 40s stood there. It had to be Harry’s mother. She was very pretty too.
“Hi, mum! I’ve been doing great. This is Samantha, my girlfriend-erm, fiancée, actually,” he looks at his mum, a wide smile on his face before turning to me. He gives me a light kiss on the cheek before slowly pulling his arm from my waist and going over and pulling his mum in to a hug. After they pull away, he gives her a kiss on the cheek before grabbing me by the waist and pulling me close to him again and lacing our fingers together.
“Nice to meet you, sweetie; you’re very pretty, love. I hope you’ve been treating my Harry here, right,” she smiles at me.
“I have, Mrs. Styles, I sure have,” I smile at her.
“None of that ‘Mrs. Styles’, call me Anne, love,” she smiles at the both of us and pulls me in a loving hug. From the hug, I can tell she is happy for me to be a part of the family. I smile as we hug. We pull away a few moments later.
For the next few minutes, I talk with Anne and Harry. She tells me that Harry has told her about me a few times.
“Robin, Gemma! Harry’s home!” Anne yells toward the door way. Soon, two other figures walk in to the room; a big scruffy guy and a tall but thin girl, who had to be Gemma, of course.
“Hazza! How’s my baby brother been? I’ve missed you around here! And who’s this?” Gemma comes over and pulls her brother into a tight embrace.
“Hey, Gem. I missed you too. I’m good, thanks love. This is Samantha, my fiancée,” he smiles at his sister as he wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me much closer to him.
“Hey, I’m Gemma. My God, you’re very pretty, I hope you treat my brother well,” she says, a warm smile on her face. I chuckle at her last comment. I didn’t think I was that pretty, but according to Harry and his family, I was. She pulls me in to a hug. I can tell I will become super close with her since we’re practically family now since I’m engaged to her brother.
“This here, Robin, is Samantha, Harry’s fiancée,” Anne smiles up at her husband.
“Harry if I might say so myself, you sure picked a beautiful girl,” he says and pats Harry on the shoulder. I feel my cheeks go crimson at his statement.
“Thanks, Rob,” Harry smiles at him.
“Glad to have you as part of the family, Sam,” he pulls me into a tight hug.
“Thanks,” I blush as I hug him.
“How long are you two here for?” Gemma asks, looking at us with a warm smile on her face.
“A few weeks, then I think once we get back, I have to go with the lads and start working on the new album.” He says and leans over to place a soft kiss on my cheek.
“Harry, love, you know the guest house is open and you’re free to stay there while you two’re here,” Anne says looking at her son.
“I know, Mum. Sam, love, I’ll go get our bags, you sit here and chat with Gemma and my Mum,” he looks at me and motions for me to sit down on a bar stool in the kitchen. He presses a loving kiss to my forehead before he turns and starts walking out of the kitchen, toward the main room.
“Okay babe. You sure you don’t need any help?” I ask, looking at him as he starts to walk out of the room. He turns and looks back at me, shaking his head.
“No, I can get them myself, love, don’t worry,” he chuckles before walking out of the room and out to get our bags. Anne, Gemma and I talk and laugh about the most random things for the next few minutes or so.
“Sam, would you like to see some of Harry’s baby pictures?” Anne asks me, a smile on her face.
Before I get to respond, there was a loud noise, probably Harry coming back in with our bags. He walks in a few moments later, dragging each of our bags behind us. His bag was securely on his shoulder while he was dragging my two bags on the ground.
“No you aren’t Mum! Are you?” Harry groans as he stands there with our bags. He looked like he was about to fall to the floor. I couldn’t help but crack a small smile at the sight, I was trying my hardest not to burst out laughing.
“Why not? You were such a cute baby, Harry!” Anne says looking at her son.
“She’s going to have to see them sooner or later, love,” she smiles at her son who was blushing back at his mother.
“Fine! I’ll be right back, going to take these out to the guest house in the back,” he says almost out of breath while he drags the bags behind him as he goes toward the door that led out to the back.
She gets up and tells me to follow her in to the living room. I get up along with Gemma who comes along with us. Anne pulls out a box labeled ‘Harry’s baby photos’. She opens up the box and pulls out some hard copies of pictures. For the next few minutes, she shows me numerous funny and cute pictures of Harry when he was younger. The three of us laugh as she continues to show me random pictures of him as a baby and toddler.
As I chuckle at another picture she was showing me of Harry, I turn to see him standing in the doorway, a small smile on his face.
“Having fun there, love?” he asks, smiling as I look over at him.
“I am,” I smile cheekily at him.
“Come here love, let’s go relax for a bit, you seem exhausted, baby,” he says and comes forward, resting his hands on my shoulders and kisses the top of my head.
I look at Anne for some reassurance and she nods her head. “Go ahead, love.” She smiles and comes forward and pulls me in to another hug. “Welcome to the family, sweetie,” she says and kisses my cheek.
“Thanks,” I smile at her as we part from the hug.
“No problem, love,” she says smiling at me and Harry.
Harry reaches out for my hand and helps me up from my spot on the floor. He wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head on my shoulder as we look at his mother and sister who were still on the floor looking at pictures.
He grabs my hand and laces his fingers with mine as he leads me toward the back door that led to the guest house out back. “I love you,” he whispers into my ear as I feel his lips brush softly against my cheek. I smile and softly reply with an “I love you too” and tighten our grip as we walk over to the door that led up to his family’s guest house.
He wraps his arm tighter around my slim waist and pulls me against his chest as he opens the door and pushes it open. After walking inside, he shuts the door behind us and grabs my hand, leading me toward the stairs. Once we get to the top of the stairs, he leads me in to the first bedroom that was to the left of the stairs.
I knew it was ours since both of our bags were sitting there on the floor near the closet. I kick my shoes off and start to walk over toward the big king sized bed that was in the middle of the room. Harry pushes me softly and slams the door shut before picking me up bridal style and carrying me over to the bed.
“I love you, Samantha,” Harry says softly in my ear and places soft kisses on the bare skin of my neck. I smile as my eyes flutter closed and move my arms to wrap around his neck. He grabs my waist and pulls me close to him.
“I love you too, Harry,” I say as I pull away slightly and stare in to his emerald eyes that stared back in to my blue ones.
“I’m so glad I have you in my life, I never want to let you go,” he says and moves his hand down to my waist and grabs my hand, lacing our fingers together again.
“You won’t ever have to, babe because I’m not going anywhere,” I tell him and kiss him on the forehead. He holds me tight and close to him as I fall asleep in his arms. I am so glad I have him in my life; I don’t know where I would be without him. This boy is everything to me.
It will be up soon!!(:
2/25/13