I woke up the next morning completely refreshed. I could get used to going on dates with Harry...well maybe not. I checked my phone before leaving to take a shower. On the screen was a cute picture of Harry I had taken last night on the way home. He decided to pull funny faces while we were stopped at a light, so his eyes are bigger than ever and his tongue is partially sticking out. I smiled to myself before listening to Harry's voice come in through the speaker.

"Hey Alls! It's ...erm. ..Harry! You're probably still asleep. The boys and I were planning on having a formal dinner with some members of the crew tonight for our last night in Los Angeles. I was wondering if your family would like to join as well. Call me back when you wake up, love."

A formal dinner with One Direction and my family? I would prefer no, but I don't want to disclude them if they were invited. With a sigh I headed down to find my parents in the kitchen. Dad was busy brewing a cup of coffee in his casual work attire. Mom was reading yesterday's paper as she nibbled on some fresh cinnamon toast. Aiden was preoccupied with early morning cartoons. Still everyone looked up right when I walked in.

"Mom, Dad, Harry called earier," I began, "He and some of his friends are having a formal dinner and he would like for you guys to go."

"Yes!" Aiden yelled, "Can we please go?!"

"I don't know son. Why is a teenage boy having a formal dinner?" My dad questioned. As I was about to speak, my mom piped up.

"Come on Dan. It would be rude to decline." She reasoned, "Besides, it could give you a chance to know the boy."

"Fine," my dad gave in, "Let him know we can make it. Just no earlier than 6:30." I nodded before leaving to call Harry. Part of me didn't know if he just offered to be nice, but the other half of me knew he wanted to invite them. When I called Harry's cell the line rang and rang before sending me to voicemail. Suddenly, I received a text.

HARRY: hey babe! We are currently on the radio. I can't pick up, but what's up?

I laughed at the fact he is texting me whilst on live radio, but continued to text him instead of saying I'll catch him later. A small part of me felt guilty about that.

ME: my parents agreed. My dad said no earlier than 6:30 though! Are you doing anything else today? X

HARRY: Radio interviews ALL day! 6:30 is honestly perfect! See you then! Xx

ME: okay:) now stop texting me! I don't want you to get in trouble!

HARRY: Kind of too late for that...management is sending me daggers ...I'll text you in between shows;)

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We arrived at the restaurant a few minutes before Harry said to come, but my mom lived to be punctual! Luckily I noticed the boys were there too thanks to the several fans stuck outside. When I neared the main doors a few of them recognized me.

"Are you?...is that?...Ally! Ally, can I get a picture with you?" One shouted. I turned around to see a girl about a few years younger than me wearing a 'Mrs. Horan' shirt.

"Sure!" I replied. I stood level to the girls height as she snapped the picture on her phone. I've never been asked to take a picture with anyone before. Before I left I pointed to her shirt and said, "I'll make sure Niall knows his wife is outside!"

The girl squealed, breathing a million thank yous as I walked inside with my family. Harry was waiting by the door in a similar outfit to the one he wore on our first date. The only difference is his hair was pushed slightly away from his eyes.

"Hello sir, I'm Harry," he said, instantly becoming aware of our presence. He and my dad shook hands briefly before he turned to my mom.

"My name is Jen and this is my husband Dan. It's very nice to meet you Harry!" My mom beamed. Harry reciprocated before leading us to our table in a private room.

"I noticed you have an accent," my dad said leading Harry to nod in confirmation, "You must be the reason I had to switch to some oversea-long distance cell phone plan!"

"Yep! That would be me!" Harry answered sheepishly. His attitude relaxed once my father began to laugh. Finally, we were joined by Louis, Liam, Niall, and Zayn as well as Paul, Preston and another group I recognized as the band: Josh, Sandy, Daniel, and John. Harry introduced my family to everyone. Everybody was dressed in nice dress shirts with ties and dress pants, only fitting the restaurant decor. Suddenly, a woman with silverish blond hair rushed in wearing a purple lace dress.

"Sorry I'm late!" She apologized, "I had to drop Lux off at the hotel with Tom and get changed and find the damn place because the directions that bloke gave me didn't help!" She jabbed a finger in Louis's direction who was snickering to himself. "Phew! I don't believe I know you! I'm Lou, their hair dresser!" Harry introduced us to Lou before we all took our seats. A variety of conversations erupted amongst the guests: mom talking to Lou about her daughter, Niall, Josh and Louis joking with Paul and Preston, Aiden chatting with Liam and Zayn and Sandy, Daniel and John discussing tomorrows show. The only conversation I was interested in consisted of my dad and my boyfriend though.

"So Harry were you planning on going to school had this career not worked out?" Dad asked.
"Yes actually. I was planning on attending university for law," Harry answered respectively. My Dad pulled a face to show he was impressed. Harry was rather pleased with himself as well.

"Are those tattoos?" My dad questioned as he pointed to the little etches on Harry's wrist. Harry moved his watch to let him get a better look.

"Yeah, most of them have a personal meaning to me," he explained, turning his wrist in his hand.

"Meaning huh?" My dad pondered, "Enlighten me on this one." My father reached out to point to the script going across his wrist.

"It says 'I can't change' because I refuse to change from the real me throughout this entire experience. It keeps me grounded." Harry answered.

"And the winner of the pageant is Miss Harry Styles!" Louis shouted from next to me. "That was a model response! Quite beautiful!" Harry and I chuckled lightly together and my father even laughed. The rest of the dinner went smoothly. My family involved themselves in several conversations with the boys and the band. When we were about to leave Harry pulled me aside.

"How did I do?" He whispered with a smile. I watched as his curls fell back infront of his piercing emerald eyes.

"You did fantastic!" I gushed, pulling him by the corners of his dress shirt into me. Harry responded by wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Are you coming to the airport to say goodbye tomorrow?" He asked softly into my ear.

"Wouldn't miss it," I replied, burying my face in his chest.

"You look beautiful," he murmured giving a light kiss to my hair. I am going to miss this so much.

Notes

Sorry this took so long to update! I've been really busy with work and it's my birthday today! Promise this won't happen again!
-Carlie Xx