Second Year Teacher

Chapter 47: Meeting Her Parents

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Alexis' POV-

"Mum?" I said, my shaking arms gripping her small body tightly, "I- I missed you" I choked out between utter sobs. "It's been too long sweetie" My mom softly rubbed my back while she hugged me. "Dad" I whispered, my bottom lip trembled as my father embraced me tightly. "You've changed so much Alexis" My dad sweetly kissed my forehead. "H- How did you even know we were in France?" I looked at my parents awestruck, my mum raised a finger and pointed to Mason.

He was standing casually; a hand cupping the back of his neck, his shoulders raised just a little, feet spread apart. Good ol' Mason.

My eyes shot back to my parents, just taking in how much they've changed since I was 16. My mums eyes were still green, skriking you with chills to the bone. Her dark hair sweeping just past her shoulders in wavy locks. Her physique relatively tiny, but she wasn't as skinny as a model. My father, his hair slightly graying, his eyes still dimly hazel. His cheekbones still high with a bright smile, lighting up the room he was standing in. I could tell that they were taking in how much I had changed too. The fact that I had grown probably a foot and a half, my hair had gotten longer and thinner, and probably the fact that I had two kids.

"C-Can we meet them?" My mom asked, gently pointing to my two babies sitting on the couch with Harry. I smiled, gesturing Harry to bring the girls over. "This is Julia" I smiled, pushing my eldest daughter in front of me, her small hands waving and her big eyes staring. "Are you my Nan?" Julia smiled her big toothless smile, her cheeks bright red. "Yes" my mum smiled, taking Julia's hand in hers. "She's beautiful, she looks just like you" My father nudged my elbow. "Thank you" I smiled, my eyes teary.

"And this is Darcy I'm guessing?" My mum motioned to the baby Harry had cradeled in his arms. "Yes" Harry smiled. His voice as deep and sexy as ever. "She looks just like both of you" My mum pointed to Harry and I giggling. "Please dear Jesus I hope she has your hair" she glanced at Harry, and he responded with a wide eyed grin. "Does that mean she likes me?" Harry whispered quietly in my ear, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. I nodded my head while my mum was holding Darcy, cooing over how precious she is.

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"My question is-" My father stated, taking a step forward, "Why are you in France?" the room went silent. You could hear a pin drop from a mile away. "Mason, why don't you bring the girls to thier rooms and give mum a tour of the rest of the house?" I raised my eyebrows and gritted my teeth, as my brother followed as I instructed.

"Dad, we really can't explain everything. But in short, we're 'hiding' from Peter" I gulped at that statement, settling into my seat, my eyes awkwardly darting around the room. "Oh. Then I probably shouldn't tell you we saw him at the airport" My dad began to bite his nails profusely. My head fell into Harry's chest as tears began to well up in my eyes, "Oh God No" I gripped Harry's arm tightly, as his hand smoothed down my hair. "How did he even find us?" I sniffled, burrying myself into Harry's flat stomach. "I thought we actually lost him this time" I stared defeatedly at the ground.

"Shhh Lex" Harry played with the end of my hair, "We'll be fine. Little does he know we're headed back to Cheshire soon" Harry poked the tip of my nose, smiling as wide as ever. "Well. I say you should go with your babies, and I should probably get to know your parents? Okay hun?" Harry kissed my forehead lightly, and brushed me off the couch.

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Harry's POV-

My palms are sweating, my heart is pounding, I feel as if I'm asking her to the senior prom. I smirked, trying to hide behind my fear. Her father returned a warm smirk to me, as he placed an arm around her mum. I wonder if Alexis and I would ever be as sweet and as perfect of a fit as her parents.

"So is Harry short for Harold?" Her mum broke my silence. "No ma'am, my name is just Harry" I smiled, feeling an odd sense of comfort. "That's sweet" Her mom smiled slightly, tilting my head to the side. I leaned my elbows against my knees, exhaling deeply. I needed to get this off my chest. "If you think I'm going to leave Alexis, or hurt her in any way, you're wrong. I care for her, I care for Julia, and my daughter. I love them all so very much, even more than my love for music. I would even trade away my priceless hair, if it meant keeping them safe. Lex- Alexis told me everything about what Peter did to her, and having met him, he disgusts me. I would never treat the most important woman in the world like that, she deserves better than the queen. And I would never ever give up on her, or this family." I said sternly, looking her father in the eye.

"Harry." her father paused, exhaling lightly, "I've been waiting for someoene to say that. I think you're perfect for Alexis" He cracked a slight smile, the corners of his lips barely turning up. I looked into her mother's beautiful green / hazel eyes, to see that she was tearing up, "You would trade this lucious hair for my baby" she choked out, placing a hand on my hair, ruffling it up a little bit. "I'm very happy to get to know both of you more and more each day" I let out my signature smirk, "You must be some wonderful people to have a wonderful daughter like Alexis" I stood up, wiping my palms against my pants.

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"I don't know what you did, but you charmed the heck out of my parents!" Lexi smiled, pinching my cheek, making me smile. "Well I am Harry Styles" I smiled wide, shrugging my shoulders. "You must've done something right, good job hubby" Lexi smiled, giving me a double thumbs up. She adjusted her spaghetti strapped tank top, sitting cross legged on our bed. Running up behind her, I jumped up onto the bed, tackling her with a hug from behind, pushing her onto her stomach. "Harry!" She screamed, trying to wrestle me from on top of her.

As she struggled I laughed, her focus face was almost as cute as her face when it was red and puffy after crying. It was twice as cute as just her normal smile, or even the face she makes when I put frosting on her nose the day we made cupcakes. But not even as close to as beautiful she is when she wears her glasses, or when she tips her head back laughing after I make a monkey face. I felt my lips drift to hers, until they pressed together. A feeling that I longed for, a feeling that I hoped for.

I guess we had drifted asleep, because I was woken up by a tired Julia poking my cheek. "Dad, dad, dad, dad, dad..." her voice droned off in my ear. "Yes, dear?" I asked, my eyes shooting open once I realized what she was calling me. "Darcy's crying again Daddy" she pointed across the hallway to the room that Darcy and her share. "Okay sweetheart, sleep here with Mommy while I go check on her, alright?" I tucked her in my spot on the bed, placing a dry kiss on her forehead.

I strolled across the hallway, to find my baby crying. I cradeled her in my arms, cooing her, trying to get her to calm down. And she just wouldn't... that was weird, she always calms down when I sing to her. I turned on the light, to see if there was a spider, because she wasn't a big fan of spiders. But I saw something worse...

**a/n any ideas on what it is?**