As I pulled up to the house, I was astounded. It was very small compared to our house, yes, but it was perfect. It had an old fashioned type to it, made of brick and wood. Vines came up the house from some trees on the side and gave it a authentic touch.
No house in the neighborhood looked like it but it was absolutely perfect. I climbed out of my truck and slammed the door, walking up the driveway slowly with my guitar, taking in every detail of the house and porch.
Before I could ring the doorbell the door opened quietly and Harry pulled me in.
"Stay quiet for now, my mom tends to crowd my friends, asking a lot of questions. She's a bit curious."
I held in my giggle and nodded.
"Anne! Hey Anne! Your buddy Joey is here! His mother Anne always liked me", Joey laughed.
I groaned quietly and rolled my eyes, following Harry up the stairs.
"Harry? Is someone here?" I heard footsteps coming from the upstairs hallway.
Before Harry could respond, Anne turned the hallway and smiled at me. Her and Harry looked freakishly alike.
"Oh, hi! I'm Anne, you're the first girl Harry's eve brought over", she laughed.
I smirked and glanced at Harry. His cheeks had turned a deep shade of red.
"Thats only because Harry's into screwing girls on their own bed", Joey laughed from the bottom of the stairs.
"I'm Ellie", I smiled, ignoring Joey and holding out my hand for Anne to shake.
Instead of shaking, she pulled me up the last step and into a hug.
"I'm a hugger, sorry", Anne admitted before letting me go.
"Its fine Mrs. Styles."
"Ms, and call me Anne." She smiled then turned toward her son. "So how long have you two been together?"
She looked back and forth between us and this time I was the one blushing.
"Uh, were...were not", I stumbled over my words.
"Were not together mum. We have to do a school project together", Harry answered.
She rolled her eyes and smiled.
"For now."
Anne raised her eyebrows and gave Harry a smug grin before walking past us and downstairs.
"Oh my god mother", Harry groaned loudly, face palming his forehead.
I giggled and rolled my eyes, walking past Harry and turning into the hallway with the rooms. I let my curious eyes wander the upstairs, spotting Harry's open bedroom door.
I walked down to the room and opened the door all the way, looking around. It was a green room with one of those windows where it has a bench to sit on. His bed was a queen size with black and white sheets, and extremely fuzzy.
I sat down on the bed and rubbed my hand slowly across the soft fur-like cloth and smiled. This was like my dream bedroom. We were never really a rich family and our house was a little small, so my room could never be like this. I'm sure this room alone is a bit bigger than our master bedroom.
I spotted a guitar next to his closet. I glanced at Harry for approval. He was leaning against the door frame with his hand in his pockets and he was biting his lip. To sum it up he look sexy as fuck.
He nodded, snapping me from my thoughts and I picked up the guitar, sitting back down on the bed. I was randomly strumming to make sure it was tuned correctly before starting to strum the first song that came to mind.
