kalopsia [harry styles]

31

(Imagine that outfit but it's a dress and she's wearing heels) 

FALLON COLLINS

"I'm not going. Nope. Sorry" 

"Yes you are, stop being a child and get in the car" 

I shake my head furiously, my hair bouncing around everywhere as I take a step back from the car.

I wouldn't go. I can't go. 

"Oh my fucking god" Harry groans out in desperation, pulling at his hair and turning to me. 

"Fallon, get in the fucking car" He grits out, patience wearing thin. 

We'd been at this for 10 minutes. All because I was nervous. 

What can I say? The nerves were eating me from the inside out. I'd been like this all week. Just the thought of meeting Harry's family made me want to puke. 

I had no experience with meeting family. I'd never met Liam's parents. For some reason, he didn't want me to meet them. Apart from that, all my friend's families were like my own. Kind of secluded and closed. 

I look up at him, eyes wide. I could see that he was trying to hold in his anger. His fists were clenched and his jaw was locked. If I didn't know him I would be scared, but it was Harry we were talking about. He would never hurt me. At least not physically anyways. 

I took a second look at his eyes. 

Would he? 

"What if your mom hates me? What if they don't like the presents I got them? What if I say something and they want me to leave?" I ramble, shaking my head and touching the back of my ear, just like I always did when I was nervous. 

Harry walks over to me, huffing out a breath of exhasperation. 

He takes my head, putting it between his two large hands so I stop shaking it.

"Stop with the head shaking you're making me dizzy" he scolds tightly. "Nothing is going to happen, my mom is going to love you, and even if she doesn't it's not like you're my girlfriend. You're just my friend. She has no right to tell you anything" 

He did have a point. 

I ignore the pang on my chest when he says I'm not his girlfriend, and I stand still for a few moments. God, we must look pretty embarrassing. We're standing in front of my apartment, his black Range Rover in front of us, engine running. 

He looks at me, eyes boring into mine. He's so close that if I lean forward I can kiss him, and I almost do. It takes me all my willpower not to look at his lips. 

I sigh for a few seconds, then finally open my mouth. 

"Alright," I finally whisper. 

He smiles, relaxing and taking off his hands from my face. 

"Finally" He mutters under his breath, grabbing my wrist and taking me to the car. 

I start to walk with him, but pull back again suddenly. 

"I can't Harry, I can't" I whine, pulling back. I didn't even know what was happening to me. Since when had I become a whiny girl that complained about things? 

"Bloody hell!" He shouts out to the sky, turning around, he starts walking towards me, not stopping. 

My eyes go wide, and I take a step back from him, holding up my hands.