The Styles Triplets

Chapter 11- First Date

McKenna's POV:

When I got home I ran straight up to my room to get ready for tonight. I wasn't sure where he was taking me. I chose an off white polka-dot blouse with skinny jeans and wedges (see multimedia pic).

I reapplied a small amount of make up and headed down stairs. I was sort of nervous because Edward was meeting my parents, and I wasn't sure how they would like his rugged bad boy image.

The doorbell rang and I jumped up to answer it. Edward appeared in the doorway and he looked so much like Harry. He was holding fresh flowers and handed them to me. He wasn't wearing his usual beanie, letting his natural messy curls bounce around his head. He was wearing a light blue button up shirt, which he left unbuttoned revealing a plain white tee-shirt. He was wearing his normal skinny jeans, but it seemed like he put on his nicest pair. He was even wearing a watch.

"You look beautiful McKenna. Hello Mr. and Mrs. Donovan, it's so good to finally meet you" Edward said extending out his arm to shake my dad's hand.

"Welcome Edward, it's good to meet you too" My mum chirped. "And please call me Vicky"

"Come in Edward" my dad said motioning for him to follow into the living room.

"Please sit" my mum said.

After talking for about twenty minutes, I think they warmed up to Edward. He was a real charmer. And I still couldn't believe he cleaned up this good for me. To impress my parents. I guess he really did care about me.

"Have her home by 11" my dad said as he walked us to the door.

"Be safe on the motorcycle!" my mum shouted from the living room.

"I got something for you" he said.

"You didn't-"

"It's just a helmet. I want you to be safe" he said.

I put it on and he strapped his own on. I couldn't believe my parents were actually okay with me riding on a motorcycle. "I can't believe I didn't know that you could ride one."

"Yeah, I don't like to take it to school. Its more of a thing I do outside of school.," he said as he hopped on the bike.

I got on and wrapped my arms tightly around him. I think he could tell I was scared by how tightly I was holding him. He revved the engine and we took off. The wind was picking up and blowing my hair backward. The rush of being so free consumed me. We pulled up to a pool hall and he parked the motorcycle.

"I thought we could grab a bite to eat and then I could teach you how to play pool" he said. It sounded like a lot of fun, but little did he know that I was actually really good at playing pool. But I decided I would let him be the man and teach me how to play, then I would have no mercy and beat him.

We walked inside hand in hand. We ordered our food and sat down and just got to talking. I didn't realize how easy it was to have a conversation with him. There was a question that had been on my mind for quite a while and that was about his tattoos. He told me about each one telling me the story and meaning behind them. The last one he told me about I could tell was the most important to him. "Harry, Marcel and I all have the same one. Even though we fight and don't always get along, its there as a reminder that no matter how much one of us screws up, were brothers, and we forgive each other. It might not be right away but we do eventually. That's why I didn't say much after you said Marcel was mad at you. Because I know he'll come around."

I felt so close to Edward. How he was so willing to open up and share about something I could tell he didn't tell many people. "So when did you get them?" I asked.