Proving Me Wrong (Harry Styles Fan Fiction) DISCONTINUED

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

“Be good you two okay?” My mom pointed her index finger from me to Harry, then back.

I playfully rolled my eyes, pfft, I'm a good and well-disciplined woman “Yes mom, I'll keep him tamed” I smirked, glancing at Harry who was giving me his 'evil'glares.

Currently, we're at the airport. Bidding my parents goodbye since unfortunately, they bought plane tickets too early. And Harry over here, won't leave till tomorrow. Actually its 'we' that's leaving tomorrow, since I agreed to come with him on tour. Problem is: Harry-being all intelligent he is- didn't book a hotel. So guess where he's crashing tonight...again.

I finally hugged my mom, which would be the last ritual when saying goodbye. You would expect goodbye's like these to be teary and dramatic, but with my family? HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA no.

And just as I was about to pull away, my mom just had to be- well 'mom'. “Use protection”

And when her words registered in my mind, I immediately pulled away looking at her with my signature 'o.o' smile. “Mom! Just because he's staying doesn't mean we'll..do it” I protested, awkwardly.

“Or we could” That voice just had to belong to Harry. I looked at him behind me, with a smirk plastered on his face. Seriously Harry, in front of my parents. SERIOUSLY!

I shot him a glare, which he just shrugged in return. If there;s anything I've learned about Harry- its that he's very very very very very (…..) very unpredictable.

I decided to go on with my life and give my dad his well deserved hug. And silently I'm praying that he won't leave another comment regarding the idiot I found.

We pulled away without him saying a word and I mentally fist pumped. “Juls” my dad called.

“yea?”

He came near me and whispered “He's a keeper” accompanied by a wink.

Argh, now my mental fist pumping had gone to waste, just great. I looked at Harry who was-- oh god this idiot- trying to lick his elbows. Yep, he is a keeper.

The final bids of goobye were done, and soon enough I'm watching my parents enter those glass doors. Mom's wavy hazel hair that speaks the age of the woman itself, her not-so-thin-not-so-fat figure that screams what she had gone through, and her medium height that benefits my dad whenever they're beside each other. My dad's near to bald black hair, which I had got nothing from (thank god), and his not really tall and slim figure that tricks your eyes when he's beside anyone shorter, which in this case was mom. That would be the last view I'll remember of them for God knows how long. In those sappy, cliché films, you may expect that moments like these are filled with tears and longing, but in my world? Nah, I'm actually happy right now. Not because they're leaving, but because at least I got to see them and spend some time with them. As I would say: The view of the world is seen better and more beautiful with light, so I suggest you stick to the bright side.

Once plain out of sight, I turned to Curls beside me who was seemed to be lost in his thoughts.

“Maybe I should get a rainbow tattoo” He blurted out of the blue with that childish tone.

I playfully rolled my eyes, doesn't he ever had enough of these? I mean not that I don't like them its just, sigh, whatever I don't even know how being hit in the balls feel so I should let him be.

“Harry you just got one”

“But I want another one”

“Harr--”

“And maybe put a unicorn at the end”

“Unicorns? WT--”

“No! Maybe the unicorns should be ON the rainbow, swagging”