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Stella's POV:
Oh God...I'm about to ask Harry who I have only been dating for a week or so now if he would like to travel half way around the world to meet my crazy, loud, over protective family just to get my brothers approval. Am I crazy? This is going to freak him out, but its worth a shot. "Harry? There's something I need to ask you..." I say staring at my feet which to me seem way more interesting at the moment. "What is it baby, is everything okay?" Harry says calmly. My heart flutters every single time he calls me that. "Well, I totally get it if you don't want to or if you think I'm crazy but..." I start to say still staring down at my feet. Harry lifts my chin and says "Stella look at me, I will not think you're crazy just spit it out." I grab his arm and lead him to the couch so we can both sit. "I just got off the phone with my mom and my brother, I told them about us and my mom seems to be pretty happy but like I told you before, my brother is very protective of me and he won't give me his 'approval' to continue seeing you until he meets you. I haven't even tried telling my father yet because I know exactly how that conversation would go. I was hoping, only if you want to though and I understand 100% if you don't..." Harry cuts me off "Stella, get to the point" Harry laughs impatiently. He won't be laughing for very long once he finds out... "Would you come to Toronto with me before the tour starts to meet my family? I mean I know we haven't been dating for long but it would really mean a lot to them and me if they met you and got to know you. And even if my brother doesn't approve of you that won't change my mind because after all you're my boyfriend not his and although his opinion matters to me, I would never want to lose you so..." Again Harry cuts me off by pressing his lips to mine. His hand moves to the back of my neck pulling my face closer to his. Wow. "That was the only way to get you to stop talking." Harry breaths. I blush and look at my feet again. "Sorry...so what do you think?" I ask nervously. "I would love to meet your family Stel, I get that your brother is uncomfortable with us dating when he doesn't even know who I am. So yes, I will come with you." He says smiling at me. "You will? You're not freaked out by all of this?" I ask. Wow he is brave, my family is a lot to take in, they are loud, obnoxious, crazy and did I mention loud? "Yes, I'm sure." Harry says squeezing my thigh. "Okay, but I don't think you have any idea of what you are agreeing to..." I said smiling. "I'll be there if it is important to you." he reassures me. "So what's your brother like?" he asks. "Well, he is tall, very muscular, and as much as he would deny it, he has a very soft heart. To him family always comes first. He has the maturity level of a 5 year old and him and the rest of the men in my family are absolutely obsessed with soccer. In particular Manchester United. They eat, sleep and breath soccer." I explain. "He sounds like a good guy, and we already have something in common. We both love soccer! Hopefully we can bond over that!" Harry says grabbing my hand. "Now, let's watch a movie." Harry says. We hung out for about an hour after the movie ended and Harry headed home. Cristina came in a few minutes later and we had tea and discussed our day. I told her about Alex wanting to meet Harry and Harry agreeing to it. "Oh my God, I want to be there when that happens. I would love to see Alex's reaction." she says laughing. "Harry is a brave guy for agreeing to meet your WHOLE family." I laugh and nod, he has no idea what he got himself into... We chat for a little while longer until it was time for bed. I showered and blow dried my hair straight. I wanted it to be straight for the big release of my single. I put on a clean pair of pajamas and went to bed. I checked my phone and there were 3 texts, one from my Harry of course, one from my brother and one from my mom.
From: Alex:
Hey Stel, you're probably in bed but I just wanted to make sure you weren't mad at me. I'm only trying to protect you. I won't completely assume that he is a bad guy until I meet him. Love you and miss you lots.
