Mutinous

Chapter 19

"Harry, no!"

"Why not. I'd love for you to meet her," he spoke softly.

I was not sure what had gone through my mind when I went home with him to spent the night, but I had not thought meeting his mum was something that would happen so early in our relationship.

"What if she doesn't like me?"

"You've already spent a night in her house. You owe her that. Besides she's going to love you."

"How do you know?" I gave him a skeptical look. Was this really how it felt like meeting your mother-in-law for the first time because I was nervous to say the least.

"Because I like you, and she takes my opinion highly. She really wants to meet you."

"Really?" I narrowed my eyes at him trying to find a hint of sarcasm.

"Really. Now put some clothes on that cute bum of yours before I decide to do something else with you instead," he said smacking it softly, and I grabbed a towel and hurried into his room. As much as it frightened me to meet his mum, I wasn't sure I wanted to know what Harry meant by something else. However a smile appeared on my lips at his recent compliment.

I found my bag and heard footsteps coming up behind me.

Harry walked in and went for his dresser to pull out a pair of boxers for himself. His hair was dripping wet and though it was shoulder length I thought it fit him perfectly, And the fact that it was more curly than normally made me like it even more.

"Your clothes," Harry reminded me having noticed me staring.

I had been too caught up on him to remember what I came into the room for.

"You know, I didn't think I would ever tell you to put on your clothes, but you're distracting me," he grabbed the top of the towel and pulled it towards him and I instantly had goosebumps arise all over my body as it slipped to the floor.

"You aren't helping," I complained.

"As I said, you distracted me. Saw this as my chance. Who knows when I'll be seeing this again." He gave me a smirk and eyed me up and down.

"If you're lucky," I stared at him. "It might happen sooner rather than later, but only if you behave." I pecked his lips giving him a smirk in return. Suddenly, I felt much more confident around him, but then again he had already seen me more vulnerable than I was right now.

"Such a tease," he complained.

"Only for you," I said and grabbed my knickers out of my bag. They were black just like the used ones, but boring just like the other pair I had worn. I found my black bra I had worn yesterday and put that on as well, beginning to find Harry's stare uncomfortable. "I don't have much to wear," I said looking down into the bag. I had the dress from yesterday. A pair of tights. A pair of jeans,  and a grey t-shirt. I didn't want to wear my jeans and the t-shirt with a pair of loafers. Especially since I didn't have any socks and because I wanted to look nice when I met his mum for the first time. But putting the dress back on would probably be a bit too much. Was I overthinking this?

"The dress looked lovely on you. Why don't you wear that."

"Isn't that a bit too formal? What are you wearing?"

"A pair of black jeans with a jumper."

"See, this is exactly why I can't wear the dress."

"You are overthinking this, love. Mum doesn't care what you wear."

I sighed in defeat and pulled my tights over my legs before putting the dress back on. "Happy?"

"Yes very. It looks good on you."