Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Great-Aunt Amanda or How Harry Met My Family

Hi guys, I couldn't help myself and just wrote another chapter. I hope you enjoy it! :) All the love, Summer xxx

Harry and I arrived at the church half an hour before the service started. I was so nervous that I felt like throwing up. Harry, who was driving, occasionally looked over to me, but didn't say anything. We parked down the road, a few minutes away from the church and I took a shaky breath and closed my eyes. I felt a big, warm hand on my hands which were clasped tightly together in my lab. "Claire?" I opened my eyes and looked over to Harry. "Are you okay?" I nodded, but he didn't seem convinced. "Why are you so nervous? It's just your family, right?" he asked me and I sighed.

"That's the problem here. It IS my family and I am coming to my cousin's wedding with a worldwide known singer and songwriter as my date, for fuck's sake! And my mum will probably do everything to get the two of us into awkward situations because she wants me to have a boyfriend and she doesn't know about Louis or you, or any of the boys for that matter, and I don't know how she'll react and I'm KIND OF freaking out right now." Harry tried to hide a grin, but he was doing a very poor job at hiding it. His eyes were twinkling with amusement and his mouth twitched.

"I am sure everything will be just fine." Harry tried to soothe my nerves. "I mean, yes, I am your date for today and yes, I am kind of known around the world, but that doesn't change who I am as a person, does it? I'm still just a good friend of yours who is accompanying you to your cousin's wedding. In an Yves Saint Laurent suit, but that's not that important, is it?" He smirked and I rolled my eyes. "No one will be able to tell the difference between your suit and theirs." I said and Harry frowned. "They won't? What a shame. But your lack of knowledge about fashion must come from somewhere, so I suppose I'll have tell some more people about the complicated world of fashion." I chuckled. "You do that and I'll pretend that I don't know you." Harry pouted and placed his hand over his heart. "You wound me, Claire."

After a few seconds of hesitation, I opened the car door and carefully climbed out of the car. Harry walked around the car and offered me his arm which I gratefully took. "You'll be fine, Claire. I'm here supporting you through the whole thing." Harry reassured me and I lightly squeezed his arm in response. We walked up to the church and I already spotted my mum next to the church door, welcoming people. When she spotted me her whole face broke into a wide smile. "Claire!" She nearly run over to me and pulled me into a warm hug that I happily returned. "I missed you so much." she said into my ear and gave me a tight squeeze. "I missed you, too, Ma." I told her. She pulled back a bit and let her eyes wander over me. "You look beautiful, honey. A bit too thin, but we'll feed you loads today." We smiled at each other.

Behind me, Harry cleared his throat. "That's what I've been trying to tell her. She needs to stop skipping meals." My mum's eyes widened when she spotted Harry. "Oh, wow, you must be Claire's 'friend'." She looked over to me and mouthed "Holy shit." I blushed rolled my eyes and my mum turned back around to face Harry who had offered her his hand. She ignored it and pulled him into a hug. "Hi, I'm Martha. It's very nice to meet you." She let go of Harry and beamed up at him. "I'm Harry, nice to meet you, too." Harry introduced himself and my mum smiled.

"Oh you two have to come inside, you'll be seated at the very front with the rest of the close family." My mum grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him along with her. He sent me a helpless glance but I just grinned at him and followed them into the church. Harry's presence didn't go unnoticed by a lot more people than I had hoped. Especially the female wedding guests sat up a bit more and started fixing their hair when they spotted Harry. I wasn't sure how many actually recognised Harry as the Harry Styles, but he was a very attractive man, famous or not, and it was only fair that he would get noticed by some people.

We sat down next to my dad who was seated at the very end of the row in his wheel chair. Harry acted as if he couldn't see the wheel chair and respectfully introduced himself to my dad who seemed to approve of my choice of a date. I sat down next to him with Harry on my other side and my dad took my hand in his and gave it a light squeeze. "It's good to see you, Claire." I smiled at him and he smiled back at me. "It's very good to see you, too, dad."

The church was filling up very quickly and I had to stand up and greet a couple of relatives who all seemed to be very interested in Harry. My great-aunt Amanda talked to him for at least five minutes until my cousin Paul carefully told her that she had to sit down in order for the ceremony to start. She promised Harry that they'd continue their conversation later and Harry slumped back into the seat next to me and ran a hand through his curls.

"Wow, that woman can talk." Harry groaned quietly next to me and I giggled. "I'm sorry that I couldn't save you." I patted his arm and he grabbed my hand and held it in between his big ones. "You have to keep her away from me, Claire." He told me with a desperate look in his eyes and I giggled. "You have sat through countless of boring, repetitive interviews. Surely, you'll handle a quick chat with an older lady for a few minutes." I said teasingly and he gave me a stern look. "I don't think you understand how serious this situation is, Claire." he said in a serious tone and I had to bite my lip to keep myself from laughing out loud.

"You'll be fine, Harry. We'll probably be seated somewhere close to my parents or some other young people." He let out a relieved sigh. "Good. I like your parents, by the way." He smiled down at me and I looked over to my dad and my mum who had sat down next to him. "I think they like you, too." I told him and he seemed happy with my answer.

A few seconds later, the music started and my cousin walked down the aisle with my uncle Thomas. We stayed silent throughout the duration of the service and only squeezed my arm or my knee from time to time when he felt me get emotional. The service was beautiful and Izzie and Daniel seemed to be in their own world.

After the ceremony, Harry and I quickly made our way outside while trying to avoid particularly my great-aunt Amanda. We said our congratulations and Izzie, who seemed to recognise Harry, pulled first me and then Harry into a hug. While she was hugging me, she whispered into my ear. "How the fuck did you convince Harry Styles to be your date to my wedding?" I only smirked after I had pulled back and gave Daniel a quick hug as well. I took Harry's hand in mine and pulled him along with me towards his car. "We'll meet you at the reception!" I shouted in Izzie's direction and she mouthed a "We'll talk later." and waved before she turned around to greet another wedding guest.

When we had reached the car, I realised that I was still holding Harry's hand and quickly let go of it. He opened the passenger door for me and I thanked him silently. After he had climbed into the driver's seat I told him the address where the reception would take place and he started the car and carefully drove down the road past the church.

"Thank you for doing this for me." I thanked him again. He turned his head to look at me. "Don't mention it, love. Just keep me hidden from your lovely great-aunt Amanda and save me from the female part of the wedding party and we'll be okay." I grinned at him. "Can't guarantee to keep you hidden from my great-aunt, but I'll try to keep you save from the other women." I said with a smirk and Harry chuckled. "I'll take your word for it, love." I smirked and turned the radio on and we sang along to some music until we reached the hotel where the reception would be held at.