Falling For You

Chapter ninteen: The dinner

I put my dress back on my body, as Harry laid in his bed, with his arms over his face. "Harry, come on, get up. My dad will be here soon." I sighed. "Babe, we just had sex. I'm too tired to move." He replied, pulling me back on the bed. He pulled my dress down to my waist, and kissed my neck. "Harry, if my dad comes here, seeing me half naked, with my dress only over my waist, and you in bed, fully naked, he will know something happened." I sighed. "Babe, just a-" He got cut off by the doorbell.

"Oh my god, Harry, get up." I quickly said, trying to get up. "Bella!?" My dad called up the stairs. "Harry, please." I whined. Harry let me get up, and I put my dress up to my chest again, and walked out the door. "Harry, get ready." I whispered, before closing the door.

"Dad, hey." I smiled, out of breath. "Hey. Where's Harry?" He asked. "Oh, he's... he's uh, getting ready." I replied. He nodded, and hugged me. "It's non of my business, but you smell like sex." He said. "Oh my god, really?" I asked. "Ha! I knew it!" He yelled. I dropped my jaw.

"I found... these in the main hallway." He said, holding up my thong. "Oh my god." I breathed. "Calm down. I won't hurt him." He replied. "Thank you." I smiled, hugging him. "Now, either you go in there or I w-" "Babe, I need you." Harry cut my dad off. "Hi sir. I need to borrow your daughter." Harry smiled, grabbing my arm, and pulling me into his room.

"What if he thinks I'm too spoiled?" Harry asked. "What if he thinks I'm not good enough for you. I mean, I know I'm not good enough, bu-" "Harry, calm down." I giggled. "I can't do this. Your dad will hate me." He paced the room. "Harry, calm down." I smiled, holding his shoulders. "I can't calm down. I can't." He panicked.

"Harry, what aren't you telling me? Why are you panicking so much? This isn't the first time you met my dad." I asked. "My mum and sister are coming for dinner tonight." He spoke. "That's it?" I asked. "My mum... still thinks Shauna and I are together." He replied. "You... never told her?" I asked. He shook his head. "Shauna is... on her way over." He sighed. "So what about me!? What about my dad!? What about this dinner!?" I yelled. He shook his head, and looked down.

"I'll stay up here. You and my dad can talk. I can just-" "No, stop that. You won't stay up here, while your dad is down there. You will go down there, and sit through a dinner." He cut me off. "Just screw this dinner. Screw it. It's ruined." I seethed. "Bella." He sighed. "No, don't. You knew I wanted you to get along with my dad, and he's looking forward to it. But now, it's ruined, it's done." I breathed out a laugh.

"Bella, stop." Harry sighed, grabbing my arm. "Harry, don't. This dinner meant something to me. Shauna will ruin it, and my dad will get pissed." I whispered. "Bella, I'm sorry. I know how much this meant to you. But please, sit at the dinner." He pleaded. I sighed, and looked at him. "If anything happens at this dinner to upset my dad, I will tell your mom what is going on, after I kick Shauna out." I gave in. He smiled, and nodded.

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"Mum, hi." Harry smiled, as he opened the front door. "Harry, I missed you." Harry's mom smiled, hugging Harry. He hugged her back, and Gemma came inside to me. "Does my mum know what's going on between you two?" She whispered. "Nope. Shauna is coming over." I replied. "He invited her over?" She asked. "Yup." I replied, popping out the p. "Wow. That's low." She replied. I nodded, and walked over to Harry. "Mrs. Styles, always a welcome to see you." I smiled. "Oh, Bella, it's been too long." She smiled, hugging me. "I have to get back to the kitchen." I smiled, walking away.

"Are you going to stay here all night?" Harry asked, walking in the kitchen. "That's the plan." I replied, opening the oven. "Well, can you come out and have some wine?" He asked. "That's not a good idea. I'm supposed to be the nanny tonight. Not your girlfriend." I whispered. "Just c-" he got cut off by the doorbell.