Your parents loved Harry. They said he was perfect for you. But your brother didn't like him that much, and you didn't know why. The whole family and Harry were eating dinner. "So, Harry. How is it going with the music?" your dad asked. "It's great. We working on a new album now," he smiled. "Any tour soon?" your mom asked. "Not for the moment, need to finish the album first," You smiled listening to their conversation. Your parents liked him you saw that. "Ever thinking that you leave (Y/N) alone when you go on tour?" your brother suddenly asked. "Derrick!" you said and hit him in the arm. "Just saying," he said and took another bite from the dinner. "You don't need to answer, Harry," you said and gave him a small smile. "Derrick, can I talk to you for a minute?" you asked. "I'm actually ea-" "Derrick. Really nigga?." you said and pulled him with you to another room. "Why to you hate Harry?" you asked. He sighed. "I don't hate him, but I just.. he is a white preppy superstar (Y/N). He will hurt you," "You don't know him. Give him a chance. Please, for me?" you asked and gave him your puppy eyes. "Fine," he sighed and hugged you.uhh Dont touch me he groaned
