"I'm nervous," your boyfriend, Michael, told you. You two were on your way to meet your parents.
"Mom will love you. Dad might not like your hair, but he will love your personality," you reassured him.
"You sure?" he asked before pulling into your old driveway.
"Yes, I'm sure. I mean, who wouldn't love Michael Clifford? Everyone loves you," you said kissing his cheek. He pulled into the driveway and shut the engine off.
"You will do great," you said kissing him.
"I hope so," he said after you pulled apart. He got out of the car, walking around to let you out, his usual routine. You got out and intertwined your fingers with his. You two walked onto the porch and was greeted by your parents.
"Y/N!!!" your mother shouted with joy.
"Hi mom," you said excitedly, hugging your mother. Your father looked at Michael and smiled.
"Hi, I'm Y/D/N. You must be Michael?" your dad said, shaking Mikey's hand.
"Yes, Michael Clifford. Nice to meet you, sir," Michael said nervously. Your mother introduced herself as you hugged your father. You two walked into your old house, you looking around and remembering the memories you had in that house. You, Michael, and your parents sat in the living room and talked.
"So, Michael. What do you do for a living?" your father asked him.
"Uhh, I'm in a band. We're p-pretty well known so it pays good," Michael said nervously.
"Oh, really? What is the band? I might have heard of it," your mother asked sweetly.
"Umm, its called 5 Seconds Of Summer," he said, stumbling over his words.
"They just got off of tour with One Direction," you said, trying to help him feel more comfortable.
"Wow, that's great!!!" your mother said. Your dad just sat there and stared at Michael. "Our neighbor has a little girl and I've seen her wearing a shirt with your logo. Y/N, after dinner you should let him meet her," your mother said to you. You nodded and looked at Michael. His forehead was dripping wit sweat. We wiped it off and smiled a nervous smile at you.
"Well, Y/N, would you like to help me cook dinner?" your mom asked you.
"Sure," you said back. You kissed Michael's cheek and walked to the kitchen.
There was a moment of silence before your dad said something.
"How long have you two been together?" he asked.
"Almost a year, sir," Michael said back.
"Nearly a year and she still hasn't brought you to meet us?" your dad said, chuckling to himself.
"We would've came earlier but my band just got off tour," Michael explained.
"Ah, yes. Your... band," he said to himself.
"Yeah, my band?" Michael said, confused. There was a ton of tension in the air and Michael was on the verge of hyperventilating.
"Do you love my daughter?" your father asked.
"With all my heart," Michael said smirking. Your father smiled and stood up. He walked toward the front of the room, where pictures of you and your siblings were.
"Do you think she is the one for you?"
"No doubt about it," Michael answered.
Your dad was quiet for a moment when he turned to face Michael. "I like you, Michael. You are perfect for my daughter. I could tell as soon as you walked through the door. As a father, you think every boy is not good enough for your daughter... until you meet him. And, I've met him today. But, Michael, if you hurt my daughter, you will be answering to me."
"I promise, sir. I will never hurt your daughter," Michael promised.
"Good. Now, what kind of music does your band play?"
