Chapter twelve

The weekend passed by uneventfully. I mostly just sat around with the boys and watched movies. Well, mostly watched movies although tumblr was also thrown in the mix for me. By Monday morning, Zayn was able to move into his house down the way and so Harry and I threw the lads out so that we could get ready for our dinner with my parents tonight.

“Aww,” Louis moaned. “I don’t wanna leave!” He said, sounding like an annoying child.

“You can come back tomorrow,” I said rolling my eyes at him. He was so ridiculous.

“But I want to meet mummy and daddy Wilson,” he pouted. I laughed at him and kissed his cheek before pushing him out the door.

“Goodbye, Lou!” I laughed. Zayn wrapped an arm around me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

“See you in a couple days, love,” he said before he walked out the door.

“You bet,” I smiled. Liam then came over and gave me a tight squeeze and a smile before Niall came over and bear hugged me.

“Later, Sarah!” he said.

“See you Niall,” I laughed. I watched them make their way to the car and Harry came to stand beside me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin in the crook of my neck.
“Bye!” I shouted to them, and they waved as they drove off.

“Well,” Harry breathed, tickling my neck. “It’s just you and me.” He gave my neck a soft kiss.

“Yes it is,” I said smiling as I turned to face him. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” I asked him, standing on my tippy toes to reach his lips. I felt him smile beneath my kiss, and he lifted me up, allowing me to straddle him with my legs. I dug my hips into his, helping him get my point.

“Yes, I do believe I am,” he smiled larger and ran for the stairs, still carrying me. Once we were in our bedroom, we ripped each other’s clothes off wildly. He laid me down on the bed, hovering over me, his tongue trailing over my teeth. He then moved down my neck and started trailing kisses all the way down to my naval. I couldn’t help it, I started to laugh. Harry looked up at me, utterly confused.

“What is so funny?” he asked me, smiling at the sound of my laugh.

“If Niall were here, he’d say we were at it like rabbits again...” I trailed off in giggles. Harry laughed loudly, resting his head on my stomach before pulling the covers up over his head and starting where he’d left off.

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A couple hours later and everything was ready. Harry and I had cleaned, dusted and cooked. Now all we had to do was get ready. Harry threw on a pair of black trousers with a white dress shirt that he left undone to about his collarbones and rolled up at the elbows. He looked simply dashing. I’d chosen a white peplum top paired with a blue ombre pencil skirt and white heels. I was just putting the finishing touches on my makeup, jewellery and hair. When I was done, I turned around to see Harry staring at me.

“Wow,” he laughed. “You look pretty hot for dinner with your parents.” He joked.

“Well you look pretty handsome there yourself, Mr. Styles.” I walked over to him and he held out our hands to get a better look at my outfit.

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He smiled and kissed me gently, pulling me into him as we heard the doorbell. “That’ll be them,” I said. “Showtime!” I said, giving him one more quick kiss before we headed downstairs.

I stood behind Harry as he opened the door to reveal my parents. My mom’s eyes brightened the second she saw me, immediately squealing and pulling me into one of her trademarked tight hugs. My dad however, was too preoccupied openly gaping at the house to get too excited over me.

“Oh Sarah,” my mum squealed. “You look beautiful!” She winked at me.

“Thanks, mum,” I said rolling my eyes bashfully at her. “How are you, dad?” I asked, pulling him from his staring.

“Oh, uh, good, good.” He said distractedly. “Hey there, Harry,” he said shaking Harry’s hand. Harry laughed.

“Hey, Mr. Wilson.” Harry returned.

“Well, come on into the dining room, Harry and I have been working on it all day!” I said, linking arms with my mum and towing her to see the table, my dad and Harry trailing behind us.

“My,” mum sighed. “Sarah, it looks wonderful.” She complimented, looking around the room.

“Well,” Harry said. “Let’s eat while it’s hot!” He said, pulling my chair out for me and pushing it in before sitting down next to me. On the other side of the table my dad was doing the same thing for my mum. And so began our dinner party.

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“I must say, Harry,” my dad said. “This is quite the place you have here.” My dad was still looking around the large dining room.

“Yeah, I like it,” Harry smiled. “It’s the only place I have to myself where the fans and paparazzi can’t get at me.” He joked.

“Although the guys crash here a lot,” I added. And Harry nodded fondly.

“That they do,” He laughed. There was a lull in conversation, filled only by the sound of our forks on our plates.

“So,” my mum said finally. “Sarah, have you decided anything about university?” I nodded looking down at my plate for a minute.

“Yeah, well I’m definitely not going back until at least September.” I said vaguely.

“Yes, I suppose not.” My mum agreed. I debated whether or not to tell them my plans for the next couple months and decided that it would be best just to tell them.

“I’m actually going on tour with Harry and the band,” I said, still looking down at my plate, trying to come off nonchalant.

“Oh,” my dad said, surprised. “For a couple weeks?” he asked.

“Um, no,” I responded warily. “For a couple months.” I said quietly. I peeked up to see my dad look from me to my mother and back again, waiting for her to say something. When she didn’t he widened his eyes at her and looked at me with emphasis.

“Christ, John,” my mum said, finally acknowledging him. “She’s nineteen, twenty in two weeks! If she wants to go on tour with her boyfriend, there’s nothing you or I can say.” My mum said, rolling her eyes. I laughed lightly at my mum, but was startled by something she’d said: I was turning twenty in two weeks. I’d completely forgotten my own birthday! My mum looked suddenly to Harry. “So sorry we missed your birthday, dear,” she said to him. “We—well you know,” she smiled awkwardly. “But happy twentieth!” Harry laughed.

“Thanks, Mrs. Wilson.” He smiled. “I guess this kind of counts as your birthday dinner, doesn’t it, Sarah?” he said warmly.

“Oh, no,” my mum finished for me. “We can get together again in two weeks!”

“Not exactly, mum,” I told her. “We leave a couple days before my birthday...” I trailed off.

“Oh,” my mum said. She wasn’t letting anything ruin this evening. “Well, we’ll celebrate whenever you get back.” She smiled at me.

“Any other big plans coming up, Harry?” my dad asked.

“Quite a few, actually,” Harry said. “This Friday is our fragrance launch.” He quickly winked at me, unseen by my parents. “And in two weeks is our movie premiere in Las Angeles, where we’ll fly and tour from there.”

“How exciting!” my mum gushed. “Isn’t it John? Won’t it be funny seeing Harry and Sarah in all the magazines?” I laughed.

“Mum, Harry’s already in all the magazines.” I laughed again, sipping my water. My mum nodded and laughed with me.

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Every time Harry thought my parents weren’t looking, he placed his hand on my thigh under the table and winked. It was all I could do to not burst out laughing. It was now pretty late, and my parents looked exhausted. I showed them up to their room and came back down to Harry, who was sitting in the kitchen having a cup of tea.

“Are they settled in alright?” he asked me. I sat down next to him, sliding my heels off and groaning at the ache in my toes. They were new and yet to be broken in, something that was currently blatantly obvious.

“Yeah, they’re fine,” I told him. “My dad cannot get over this house, so congratulations.” I laughed.

“Yeah, I noticed that,” Harry smiled. He seemed off though, and I wondered what was troubling him. Looking back on the evening, he’d been pretty quiet. I ran my hand through his hair.

“What’s wrong, darling?” I asked him. He smiled slightly, reaching for my hand that was playing with his hair and brought in slowly to his lips. He kissed it gently, then folded it in both of his and placed them in his lap.

“Are you happy?” he asked me suddenly and I outright laughed. Was he serious? He clearly wasn’t, his face betrayed no emotion.

“Of course, Harry! Why would you even have to ask?” I said, looking in his eyes.

“Well, tonight, I realized how much you’re giving up coming with me on tour. Your family, school, friends, everything! I feel really guilty.” He looked down at our hands, still resting in his lap. I took my free hand and made him look at me.

“I would rather be with you, no matter where we go.” I told him and he smiled a little, leaning his face into my hand. “Except for outer space, because I need oxygen, it’s my only necessity.” I teased, and he laughed.

“You value oxygen more than all the stars, they wouldn’t make you happy?” he smiled, playing along. I pretended to think it over.

“Hmmm, no.” I laughed. “Tell you what, bring a star down to earth for me and we’ll have the best of both.” I smiled.

“I’ll work on it.” He said before kissing me softly.

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I woke up and noticed that Harry was gone. He must’ve been downstairs with my parents already. I got out of bed, somehow still tired and trudged down the stairs. Not too long after, I walked into the kitchen where my dad and Harry were sitting. “Good morning, love,” Harry said as he saw me, his face lighting up into a smile.

“Good morning,” I gave him a quick kiss and reached for the tea pot. “Morning, dad. How’d you and mum do last night? Everything good?” I asked him.

“Sure thing, kiddo,” my dad said smiling. His smile soon faded when he looked at what I was wearing. Confused, I looked down at my outfit.

Bed by authorsdescriptions featuring a zara shirt I realized what had caught my dad’s attention. I was wearing Harry’s boxers. My cheeks flushed as my dad awkwardly looked away. Harry hid his smile in his mug.

“So, where’s mum?” I asked, sitting down between them.

“Oh, you know your mother, can’t rest until we’re all packed up.” My dad rolled his eyes.

“Oh, you guys don’t have to rush out.” I said.

“Yeah, well it’s a pretty long drive home and as usual there’s a social gathering requiring our attendance tonight.” I laughed. My dad always pretended to hate parties, but he was always the life of them. “That reminds me!” my dad said suddenly. “Harry, did I hear correctly that your mother is moving back to Holmes Chapel?”

“Yes!” Harry said, his face brightening. “They’re moving back after the wedding.” He said.

“Oh my goodness, are Anne and Robin finally tying the knot?” my dad asked excitedly and Harry laughed.

“They sure are!” He said.

“Great news,” my dad said, happily turning back to his tea. “Great news, indeed.”

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It was ten thirty, and my parents insisted that they take their leave. My mum hugged both Harry and I tightly and promised she’d call me. My dad also gave us hugs, but parted with a hidden warning.

“Don’t get into trouble,” he said pointing at me and I laughed.

“Dad, when have I ever gotten into trouble?” I smiled. My dad simply rolled his eyes and they got into the car.

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