The Dumb and The Clueless

Chapter 22: Welcome Home, (Finally)

My parents walk in with their suitcases and baggage. "Hey guys!" I run over and hug them both, and they stay there frozen. "Wow this house is sparkly clean!" says my mom, obviously. "Yeah...I kept it clean" I say through gritted teeth. My dad walks over and kisses my cheek. "Why are you wet?" "D-Dad, I just took a shower.." "And is that a bruise...on your neck?" "Oh.." I put my hand over the blemish, and giggle awkwardly. "Yeah, that...I hit myself." "Oh, are you okay?" "Yeah dad, I'm fine..gosh" He hugs me, and they go inspect the house as I slump down on the couch, relieved. I get my phone and text Harry "Come over, time for an introduction.x" and then about 5 seconds later..*ding* :"Alright :(" Around 20 minutes later, he pulls in and he took a taxi. Whoops, I forgot I took his car. I grab his hand, and pull him in. "Dad, Mom!" I call. "Coming!" answers my mom. "Katie..I'm scared." "Why?" "What if they don't like me-" "They will, Harry." My dad eyes him from head to toe. "Oh..You're that popstar-a.k.a. walking coloring book, Harry Styles." We all stay silent, and then my dad laughs. "I'm only kidding, son. Nice to meet you." They shake hands, and Harry's literally trembling. He's shaking my dad's hand with one, and holding my hand with another. "He's my best friend..he has some feelings for me." "Hello, sir. I'm Harry, and I would like to have the approval to date your daught-ter.." Harry lets out a hiccup. I cover my mouth to keep in my laugh. My mom giggles and walks away. "Don't be so scared, son. I approve." Harry's face brightens up. "Really?!" *hiccup* He's so cute haha. "Yeah, now kiss before you make me change my mind!" Harry looks down at me, and I look up at him. He pulls me towards him, and we share a kiss. "But I need those lips to be careful around my daughter's skin, Mr. Styles." I turn red, and so does Harry. "I know those aren't bruises, Katie. I was young once too." I let out a nervous laugh, and nudge Harry's arm so that he'd join in with HIS awkward laugh. We stay quiet. "How many.." my dad asks. "Like 3 or 4 nights..." My dad nods, and asks again. "How many, exactly?" "Around 10, sorry sir." "I never knew you could mark that much skin, Mr. Styles." "Alright dad...we got it." I say, voice trembling. We go up to my room and my dad, of course, has to make another comment; "Have fun, you two!" "Daaad!" I whine. We go to my room and sit on my bed. I turn on the radio, and Ed Sheeran's playing. "I'm gonna pick up the pieces..and build a lego house." I mumble. "If you're broken, I'll mend you, and I'll keep you sheltered from the storm that's raging on, Katie." I blush, and playfully slap his shoulder. We laugh, and we stay there, telling stories.