"I'm really nervous Harry, what if she doesn't approve of our relationship" I nervously twisted a strand of my hair around my index finger as I lay in bed, talking to my boyfriend on the phone. Harry chuckled making me groan in frustration.
"You're over-thinking babe, everything will be alright. Stop stressing out so much! Jeez! you're starting to make me nervous too" Harry chuckled again, making me roll my eyes at him, although he couldn't even see me. How can he be so chilled out about this? He was meeting my mother today! And I was everything but chilled out! "And leave your poor hair alone"
"Heyyyy...how did you-" I uncrossed my legs as my hand froze in place, making the strand of hair fall down onto my chest.
"You always do that when you're nervous babe, I know you inside out" I nearly blushed at his words, looking down and fumbling with my hands as if he sat right infront of me, I could almost hear the smirk in his voice. I shook my head to clear my thoughts,
"Just be here on time okay? my mom hates people who aren't punctual"
"Don't worry darling, you just go dress up and look pretty" I subconsciously nodded "I have all of this under control okay babe? don't worry" his tone was much more serious now, much more comforting. I nodded, letting out a deep sigh,
"Okay Harry...see you soon"
"Khadija?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you"
I bit my lip and rolled over in bed, hiding my face in the pillow as I goofily smiled.
"And I love food!" and with that I hung up, smiling like an idiot as I headed towards my wardrobe, I just hope everything goes well. My mother wasn't exactly what you call 'strict', but it was like the word 'unpredictable' was invented because of her. After thinking about all the possible reactions we could get from my mother, I forced the thoughts out of my mind, focusing my mind on what to wear. I finally decided upon a pair of deep, dark blue skinnies, a white tank top and my favourite black leather jacket. Letting 3 long silver chains dangle from my neck, which looked just perfect on top of the white plain tank top. I opened my hair, letting the lightly curled ends flow down. Applying a shade of soft pink lipstick and natural blush-on, along with slipping on my black-stoned ring, I was as ready as I'd ever be.
"Ooo...someone's all dressed up" Ash teased me as I made my way out of my room and towards the kitchen where mom was preparing dinner. She knew all about Harry, I rolled my eyes at her before joining my mom in the kitchen.
"Hey mama...how can I help?" I put on my best smile, trying my best to cover up my nervousness. Mom looked up from where she was cooking, before taking in my appearance and looking down again.
"You look pretty" That made me feel a bit better "And sure, you can make the salad" I nodded before starting to chop up vegetables. "That boy better be on time" I gulped as I nodded my head,
"Y-yes he will be, hopefully" I mumbled the last part to myself before glancing towards the clock. 7:30. Harry's suppose to be here at 7:30, I hope he- 'Ting tong!' Well, that was punctual.
"I'll get it!" Ash called from the lounge as she jumped off the sofa 'her haven' and headed towards the door. Quirky ain't she? "Heyyyyyyylo Harry Styles" she said aloud, letting us know that he was here.
"Hello Ayesha" his voice made me freeze at my spot. I suddenly felt nervous and my hands started sweating. Mixing up the salad, I wiped my hands on the handkerchief as my mother walked out the kitchen. Please GOD...let this go well. I walked behind my mother, my pace unusually slow. I swear my heart stopped beating as soon as I lay my eyes on him. Harry stood there in his trademark black skinnies and the black t-shirt with the half-sleeves rolled up, revealing a decent amount of tattoos. His hair was brushed back, held in place with a bandana. What the hellllllll!? Way to go Harry! ofcourse that's how you dress up when you meet your girlfriend's parents! I glared at him but he wasn't looking at me, he was fully focused on my mother right now. His dimpled smile in place, he took a step towards my mother, extending a bouqet of red roses towards her.
