Ch. 5
After work I drove straight home. It's only 6 o'clock. I was finished getting ready but, my room looked like a tornado came through it. I decided to wear my sheer dress,
with my big tan sweater over it, black tights, and my Oxford style shoes. I straightened my hair, and put on subtle makeup; blush, mascara, lipgloss. Harry seemed like the type you didn't have to try very hard to impress. Except for Cara who from the pictures I saw, caked on the makeup.
I picked up the last hanger from the mess I made, when I heard the door open downstairs. It must be my parents. I turn off my light, grab my phone, and shut the door.
"Oh honey hi." My mom says. I walk over and give her a hug.
"Hey mom. Hey dad." I greet.
"Hey, princess." My dad says and kisses me on the forehead. He calls me a princess because I'm an only child and I've always been his princess. Despite them being away for a few days at a time with work, they were the most amazing parents anyone could ask for.
"You look nice." My mom says,turning to fully observe my outfit.
"Thanks. I'm going... out."
"With Mason?" Me and my mom agree on everything except Mason. She did not like him at all. She knew how he treated girls, and how he was a big partier.
"No. We broke up. He cheated on me. With... Olivia." My mom knew how much I despised that girl. Eeach time I say it, it hurts a little bit less.
"I'm sorry I know you loved him." She says, looking concerned.
"Mom." I laugh. "We both know that's not true. Love is a strong word, not strong enough for Mason though. I think it was mostly me trying to convince myself that." She joins me in laughter.
"No one is worthy of my princess anyway." My dad states and walks towards the living room.
"So. Where are you going?" My mom asks.
"Well actually.." I get cut off by a knock at the door. Oh no. I walk over and open the door and Harry is standing there. He looks gorgeous. He has on a white button down with a few open buttons at the top of his shirt. In his hand is a single, red rose.
"Hi." He whispers and hands me the rose.
"Hi." I smile. Harry is staring passed me, over my shoulder. I turn around and see my parents looking at us and smiling. This is embarrassing.
"Can I meet them?" He whispers.
"You don't want to." I whisper back.
"Sure I do." He says and pushes passed me.
"Hello. I'm Harry. Harry Styles. I'm new to the area and I met your lovely daughter and we got on really well so I asked her on a date. I hope that's okay." He says nervously.
Me, my dad, and my mom stare at each other before bursting into laughter. Harry seems confused as to why we are laughing.
"I'm not the president of America, son. You don't have to make a long fancy introduction." My dad smiles and pulls him in for an awkward one shouldered hug. Harry's cheeks are bright red.
"Oh. You guys aredoctors I just assumed.." Harry trails off and looks over at me. His eyes are pleading for me to help him out in the situation.
"Harry. My parents are cool. Not like uptight annoying parents." I state.
"I know that now. Well we better hurry to make it in time for the reservation." He says running his hand back and forth over his neck. I can tell he's just nervous to be around my parents. He's adorable. My strong feelings for him already, scare me.
