Harry Styles Imagines

Meeting His Mum

You locked the bathroom door behind you, leaning against the counter top. You couldn’t do this. You took a deep breath as your hands started to shake. Today you were to meet Harry’s mum, and you were so nervous. You weren’t the type of girl people would expect to be with Harry. What if she didn’t like you? When you look up into the mirror, you see deep bags under your eyes. You hadn’t slept all night, you were so scared about today. Why were you so nervous?

“Babe, you in there?” Harry’s low voice comes in from under the door, and you try to sound calm.

“Yes, just a second,” you say in the most even voice you can muster. You hear Harry put his arm up to lean against the door.

“Tara, love, I know you. I can hear it in your voice. What’s wrong?” You open your mouth to tell him that you’re fine, but you know that it’s no use. You swing the door open, and he turns to face you.

“Baby, what’s the matter?”

“I don’t know Harry. I’m just terrified.” He grabs you by the waist and pulls you close to him, until your chest is pressed up against his.

“What’s there to be afraid about, beautiful? She doesn’t bite! And I love you. I love you so much. She’s going to adore you” He whispers the last line in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers through your body. 

“I don’t know Harry,” You say, his body still pressed u against you as he gazes down at your face. “I’m not really the type of girl that people expect to be with you”

“Hey! Are you saying I’m not the type of guy that people would expect to be with the most gorgeous, caring, intelligent, sexy woman there is? Fine!” He teases, bringing his lips to yours quickly and passionately. Finally, he pulls away, breathing heavily.

“So will you come princess? She’s gonna love you, its fine. I love you” Your nerves aren’t entirely gone, but you take his hand, knowing you’re safe with him. You’re always safe with him.