Across the world (Harry styles fanfic)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

"What's this?" Anne asks, taking the book gingerly from Harry. I can feel myself blush as she opens it up, and I suddenly remember the very embarrassing page at the end. I can feel my cheeks turn an unnatural shade of red, and Harry rubs my back, attempting to soothe me.

"I'm going to kill you." I tell him through my clenched teeth, and he just lightly kisses my nose, smiling happily.

"Oh Harry this is absolutely adorable!" his mother coos, and he gives me a triumphant smile before looking at him mum again.

"Veronica made it." He informs her and she quickly glances at me.

"This is amazing." She says, skipping over the second page and turning to our group pictures. I knew she had already met the other guys, they had chosen Harry's house to get to know each other during Xfactor, and she probably saw them as sons. "How are the others doing?" she asks.

"Great, last I checked. Louis keeps texting that he misses me." Harry replies a smirk on his face. I would never get in the way of Larry Stylinson , they were too cute together.

"I love it. Seems like you lot had fun at Veronica's house." His mom says and I smile.

"Loads." I answer truthfully. Those days had been some of the best of my life, and I would never forget them.

"You kids hungry? I was just going to throw something on the barbeque." Anne says and we both nod, starving.

Harry's POV

Veronica excused herself to the bathroom, and it was the perfect opportunity to see what mum thought about her.

"So?" I ask anxiously, glancing through the kitchen window, making sure Veronica wasn't there.

"Oh Harry she's wonderful. Much better than the others." My mother says and I was glad to have her approval. "How's the long distance thing going?"

"It's alright. I mean, I'd rather have her with me, but we've learned to deal with texting each other."

"And what about the fans? Do they like her?"

"I don't think they know about her. I mean, I haven't really talked about her, and the only time we were caught in public, there weren't any photos taken of her."

"Do you think she'll be alright? Your fans can get a little....possessive." my mum says, and I know it's true. She herself had been bombarded with tons of girls saying they were her future daughters in law.

"She's tough." I tell my mom. In all honesty, I have no idea. We'd been through a lot, but fans could get pretty evil, especially if one of us was in a relationship. I knew there was no way our relationship could stay a secret if she were on tour with us, and it was only a matter of time before our photos were everywhere. It was kind of the downside of all the fame. The fangirls could get vicious.

"I hope for her benefit she is." My mum agrees.

Veronica's POV

By the end of the night, Anne felt like a second mother to me. Harry was right, she had absolutely loved me, and the feelings were returned. I smile to myself in Gemma's bed, the bedroom they had given to me. I hear a light knock at the door and I look up to see Harry.

"I can't sleep knowing you're in the next room." He mumbles, obviously tired. I smile and pat my bed. He climbs in, wrapping his arms around me. I smile and we soon fall asleep, my head fitting perfectly in the crook of his neck.

"I would definitely love to see you again." Anne says the next morning, wrapping me in a huge hug.

"I would too." I reply honestly, hitching my bag higher over my shoulder.

"Don't let this one go."Anne says to Harry in a stage whisper and I giggle. Harry hugs his mum tightly, then wraps his arm around me, the scrapbook tightly in the other. Something told me I would come to regret that present very much.

This time, I take the wheel, punching in my address and waving goodbye to Anne one last time. "What did I tell you?" Harry brags, after we pull out onto the major highway, I roll my eyes, knowing this was coming.

"Okay, okay, your mum liked me."

"Liked you? Baby, she loved you!"

"Good. I loved her too." I tell him. Harry's phone buzzes and he gets it out of his pocket. After reading the message, a smile appears on his face. "Liam says to tell you he misses you, and that he can't wait to see you."

"Aw, my babe. Tell him I miss him too, and that all that separates us is one day."

"Not to mention a huge ocean.."

"Shut up." I tell him, and Harry smiles, quickly typing my reply.

"So, want to play twenty questions?" Harry asks.

"But we already know everything about each other."

"Not everything. You know about my love life, but I don't know about yours." Harry argues, and I know he's right. I tended to shy away from that topic.

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything."

"Well, I've had a total of two boyfriends before you, but they weren't anything really serious. I got my first kiss when I was fifteen, I know, a bit old. What else is there?" I ask, but I know exactly what he wants to know. Harry doesn't say anything, probably not wanting to pressure me and I sigh. "I'm still a virgin." I confess and Harry nods thoughtfully.

It was no secret that he so obviously was not, but I always wondered if the rumours were true. As if reading my mind Harry speaks up, "Well, you probably know that I'm not a virgin. But I haven't had sex with six girls." He says and I nod. I didn't really mind, I guess.

"Next question." I say, after a long moment of silence. And so begins the long trek back to London.