HARRYS POV
"Styles, Tomlinson, your out," a guard told us,opening the gate. "Thank god your here, it's been hours, I've been so terrified, i almost became someone's bitch!" I whisper shouted as she came up to me. "What happened to your leg?!" Louis asked. I looked down and saw the cast. "It's fractured in three places, but I'm ok, let's just go home and sleep, I'm so exhausted, and i picked us up some Taco Bell breakfast seeing as it is now 7 in the morning," she sighed.
"You can do this harry," robin encouraged me as we pulled up to my parents house. "Louis could you please give us a moment," i told him. Louis nodded and left at my word.
"Robin, I'm beyond scared right now, i don't know what to say, i can't just walk in and say oh hey mom and dad I'm gay!" I laughed. Her face held no humor. "Harry this is serious. First of all think, do you really want to do this now? How will this change your life? Are you actually ready to come put to your parents and be completely honest with them?" She asked me.
"We've gone so far, and we are right outside their house, i mean yeah at times i have had second thoughts, but if i don't tell them, a huge part of my life will be a lie to them, I'm torn," i could feel tears and i couldn't hold them back. Robins arms were now around me and my head was in the crook of her neck. I hadn't even realized i was crying until the salty tears drizzled onto my lip.
"Robin, they are never going to forgive me for this, i know it, they will never accept me, my mum will be so disappointed in me, i don't want to lose them robin, I'll be completely miserable, i love my mum so much"
"You have to be strong harry, very strong, I'm here for you through everything, no matter what, and I'm never leaving , if your mom loves you, she will understand, she will be here for you to, trust me harry, it will be ok, now be brave and wipe those tears," she comforted me, rubbing my back.
This is it. I brought myself up and looked into the mirror, styling my hair quickly, and wiping away the tears falling from my eyes.
"Together" she smiled at me. "Together." I nodded.
I opened the door and was immediately greeted by my lovely mother Anne, and stepfather robin, but rob for short. "Harry it's been so long, I've missed you so much dear," she exclaimed, while squeezing the life from me. "Harry it's good to have you home," rob shook my hand, gripping it tightly.
"Louis is just darling dear," she laughed as he sat on the couch. "Hello," robin squeaked as she entered my home. "Oh my, harry dear, she's absolutely stunning, who is this young lady?" She smirked at me, looking back at robin. "Um mother, this is robin, robin this is my mother Anne, and that is my father robin," i laughed. My mother had no idea.
"It's a pleasure to finally meet the parents of the strapping harry styles" robin laughed, standing by my side and giving me a supportive smile. "Forgive me for not introducing myself personally," my dad said, coming from the kitchen.
"Oh no it's fine, your harry here is an amazing lad, you should be very proud," robin boasts. "Robin" i laughed as we all took a seat on the couch. My mum had made tea, and i already knew louis was in love with her. It had to be Yorkshire tea.
"Your tea is incredible ," louis praised her. "Thank you love, you know harry here, hates team i just don't know what to do with him," she laughed. "Robin, how long have um you and harry known each other? He's never brought home a girl before, a beautiful one at that," she smiled.
Robins face turned a shade of red and her smile crept onto her face. "Harry and i are completely just friends, I've known him for a little while now, back in September i met him at my current boyfriends birthday party" she let put a soft laugh as things turned a bit awkward. "Wait I'm confused then, harry you said you were bringing someone special," my mother looked beyond confused and suddenly looked at louis. "Harry what's going on?" Rob asked me.
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a kiss on the wrist
Fanfiction"So this is growing up huh,you know tear stained pillows every night,staring naked at yourself in the mirror, waiting for a text that will never come, wishing for impossible things, like narrower thighs or prettier hair. It's a vicious cycle of bein...