They Don't Know About Us (Sequel to Teenage Dirtbag)

Chapter 26

Elena’s POV:

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            Tonight was the dinner where Harry would be coming over to eat with my family and I. I already had informed Melody about this, and she had made plans with the rest of the boys to go out and do something with them, so it’d just be my parents, Harry, and I. I was praying and crossing my fingers that everything would go perfectly tonight, and I’m definitely hoping it would. Harry almost has my dad’s approval, and tonight’s just a matter of getting the cat in the bag.

            Harry should be here soon, and I had helped Mum cook earlier as well. We made simple dishes, like lasagna, mozerella sticks, and some rice with chicken. I was clad in a black high low skirt, brown boots, and a denim crop top. My hair was tied into a braid and I had on light pink eyeshadow, black eyeliner, and some lip stick. All we needed was for Harry to show up and this dinner would be started.

            As I had told him, at presicely eight o’ clock, the doorbell rang and I grinned. “I’ll get it!” I shouted while I went over to the door. I paused, taking a breath, before I opened it with a smile when I saw Harry standing there. “Hey!”

            He looked graciously handsome. He decided to wear khaki pants with a button down light blue shirt and his famous brown dress shoes. His sleeves were rolled up only a bit so his wrist tattoos were visible, but that didn’t bother me. In his hands, Harry held a small bouquet of white roses, which happened to be my mum’s and I’s favorite.

            “Oh, wow,” I smiled as he handed me the flower.

            “Yeah, I didn’t want to show up empty handed,” Harry chuckles, giving me a kiss on the cheek before stepping in.

            I laugh as I close the door and my mother comes into view. “Harry, so nice to see you, dear!” she grins as she gives him a hug, and then sees the flower. “Oh, my, such beautiful flowers!” She smiles as she takes them and looks at Harry. “You didn’t have to, dear.”

            “It’s no problem,” Harry chuckles.

            “I’ll put these in some water, then,” she says. “Why don’t you join Lance in the living room while I set up dinner.”

            Harry and I nod as I lead him to the living room where Dad is watching some football – which in America they say soccer. When he sees Harry, he smiles and stands up. “Good to see you could make it, son,” Dad greets him, shaking his hand as I stand off on the side.

            “Wouldn’t miss it for anything, Mr. Carter,” Harry replies as he and Dad sit across from each other on either couches. I sit down next to Harry silently, and watch as the two of them converse. “Who’s playing today?” Harry asks, looking over to the TV.

            “Manchester United versus Liverpool,” Dad says, before looking back at Harry. “You watch football?”