What Matters Most (H.S Fan Fiction)

Chapter 18: The Day Has Come

Ryder's Point of View:

I sit on the bed, impatiently tapping my foot as Harry stands infront of me. I was waiting for him to tell me all about why he woke up screaming, why he always acts so weird everytime I try to dig deeper into his past.

But instead he turns around and says.

"What are we?"

I look at him dumbfoundely,"What?"

"What are we?" He repeats.

"Um." I stand up, inching closer to his slender body,"Well I don't know Harry."

"Ok I'm just going to say this straight up." He says, our bodies parallel to eachother,"I know I haven't formally asked you out yet, and I felt like I didn't need to, until we got into the arguement and you said that I wasn't your boyfriend. Which was true, we've pretty much been together for like two months but if someone asks me how long I've been dating you am I supposed to say like zero days, or two months or..."

Everything that he is saying is jumbled up in my mind, he is speaking too fast and I can barely concentrate on the content of this conversation.

"Harry." I try to fit in, but failing miserably as he keeps on talking and rambling on,"Harry." I repeat, but he is still rambling,"Harry!" I yell, he stops talking looking at me with wide eyes,"Are you going to ask me out or?"

"I was getting to that." He breathes. Harry steps closer to me, enveloping my hands in his giant hands," Ryder whatever your middle name is Neil..."

"I don't have a middle name." I cut in.

"Shut up I'm trying to make this romantic."

I laugh,"You're failing."

"Don't interrupt me you whore." He jokes, and that is what I like about Harry. That we can joke about anything and neither of us get offended. We may seem like a pretty fucked up 'couple' but things were more fun that way.

"Ok carry on."

"Will you Ryder Neil be my..." Harry is cut off when Anne walks through the door, she sees us, hands entertwined. Harry groans.

"Oh I'm sorry, am I interrupting something."

"Yeah mom I'm freakin trying to ask her to be my girlfriend over her." He groans and Anne puts her hand over her mouth in embarassment, and then gives Harry a look.

"You've know this girl for what, two and half months and you're know just asking her out. What kind of son did I give birth to?" With that she walks out of the room and Harry looks awfully embarassed.

"OK." He breathes,"Ryder will you..."

"Yes." I cut him off,"Harry I will be your girlfriend, can you just kiss me already."

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(Two Weeks Later)

"Harry I can't just meet the rest of your family... I'm not cut out for family get togethers."

"Come onnn Ryder, it will be great and it's not like I have a whole lot of family. It's just Gemma, plus my mom really wants you to come, she's taken a great liking to you. I don't know why though, you disgust me so..."

I punch his arm playfully,"You're a butt."

"Come on please, for me?" He begs me.

I sigh,"What if she doesn't like me? What if I do something stupid and I ruin everything and she'll hate me forever, Harry I can't." Harry grabs my shoulder and looks me straight in the eyes.

"You will be fine ok? Gemma will love you."

"But what if..."

He stops me from continueing my next words,"Stop. No buts or what ifs ok? You are going whether you like it or not. Come on, Gemmas only gets some time off from college. She's flying all the why from Cheshire to meet you."

"That's just more pressure you ass hole, what if I'm a dissapointment."

We had been waiting in line at a local Starbucks and Harry paid the cashier and handed me my drink,"You're going Ryder."

I groan,"Fine."

He led me to a couch and we took a seat next to eachother, placing my ice tea on the glass table, taking sips frequently.

"What am I even supposed to wear?"

"Whatever your heart desires."

"Stop saying that, I hate when you say that. My heart doesn't know what it wants."

"Then figure it out." I tug on one of his many curls.

"You're so aggravating."

He gives me a sly grin,"And that's why you like me huh?"

I give him a look,"You wish I liked you Styles."

"And you wished I liked you Neil." I want to throw up when I hear my last name, I hate it so much. It doesn't even flow with my first name, Ryder Neil. What kind of name is that?

Thanks a lot mom.

"Don't call me that."

"What Neil?" I nod giving him a nasty glare,"Neil. Neil. Neilllll."Harry sings and I punch his arm.

"Shut the fuck up."

"Make me slut." He says with a smirk on his face.

"Hey I may be a slut, but I'm your slut."

"Yes you are." He says tapping my nose playfully.

Best couple of the year everyone.