Family Ties

Come With Me

*Author's Note*

Harry and Hannah are back!

This is the sequel to Saving Styles, so I hope you guys like it!

As always, thanks so much for reading and I can't wait to hear what you guys think!

Sarah <3

Harry's POV

I nervously rubbed my hands against my jeans, trying to make them less sweaty, as I took a deep breath and got out of my car. My heart was racing as I walked up to the front door, feeling like it might pound out of my chest if I couldn't slow it down. I knew it was normal to be nervous, but I felt like I was more nervous than I should have been. Hannah's parents had become the parents I never had, embracing me as if I was their own, and I'd grown to feel so comfortable around them that I wasn't sure why I was so anxious.

I guess there was still a part of me that felt like that poor orphan with a dark past, and I knew Hannah was too good for me. She always had been. I'd done everything I knew how to try to be worthy of her, to make her feel loved and special, to reward her faith in me and be the man she needed. I'd come so far in a lot of ways, but I think part of me would always have that hint of doubt in myself that had been ingrained in me. She had given me so much, taught me so much, and all I wanted was to return the favor.

I took another deep breath as I turned the doorknob and walked inside, gripping the flowers I'd brought in my other hand as I entered. I hadn't knocked on their front door in years, so I figured doing so now would just be weird since it felt like my second home by then. I was doing my best not to overthink it, I'd changed my clothes about four times, and the drive hadn't done much to calm my nerves. I'd rehearsed what I wanted to say so many times that I'd actually forgotten the point a couple of times, and by the time I walked into the kitchen I just wanted to get it over with.

"Harry!" Carol beamed when she saw me, immediately heading over to me for a hug. "I didn't know you were coming by! Everything okay, honey?"

"Everything is great." I smiled as she pulled away from me, studying my face for any signs of distress.

"Nope, something's up. I can tell." She said as she looked at me skeptically. "I know your little face too well. You look nervous."

I sighed as I anxiously rubbed the back of my neck with my hand as I handed her the flowers.

"These are for you." I smiled, softly laughing as she hesitantly took them and shot me a look. "Oh come on, I always bring you flowers, don't look at me like that."

"I'll look at you as I please until you tell me what's wrong." She said sternly. "Come on then, talk to Mum." She said as she motioned towards the seat at the counter for me to sit.

"Well look what the cat dragged in!" Doug smiled as he walked into the kitchen from the hallway. "I didn't know you were heading down. What a nice surprise."

"Something's wrong, I can tell." Carol said as Doug came over and hugged me, rolling his eyes at her as he pulled away.

"You always think something's wrong with them, you've got that mother's guilt thing." Doug scoffed. "Look at him, he's just fine."

"It's not mother's guilt, it's mother's intuition. I know when something is wrong." She scoffed back as he kissed her hello.

"Nothing is wrong." I chuckled. "I was just hoping I could talk to you guys for a few minutes."

Doug turned to face me, looking surprised, before he looked back at Carol who shot him an 'I told you so' look.

"So something is up..." He said carefully as he turned to face me, smirking to himself.