HAYDEN'S POV
"Please come with me to America, Harry," I've been begging for the last two days, he's very reluctant.
"Hayden, please stop pestering me about this," He responded almost every single time. He told me that he didn't have the money, he wouldn't let me pay but either way, I had to pay for my ticket. My mother was sure about meeting him, he was the one not having it.
"Harry," I whined, "That's not fair. I met your family, your turn."
"Hayden," he mocked, "I don't want to go to America."
"Why?" I asked, the most information he's given me since I asked.
"I've only been to Los Angeles," he gestured with his hands, "It's warm there, it's not warm in Boston."
"Well, Styles, I don't care, you're coming," I patted his leg, "Let's go get packing."
He slammed on the breaks, my body flying forward, "Do you have any idea how much this is on me?"
"Yeah, actually, I do! I had to drive six hours learning everything there is to know about your family! One flight to meet my family won't kill you, Harry!" We were mad, his jaw clenched and his eyebrows furrowed at me, green eyes hard with irritation.
"How many parents have you met, Hayden Grey?" His voice suddenly sounding calm, "I'm sure lots because if any of those boys in Boston have eyes, you've met a few pairs."
"Just two," I said inaudibly.
"The only parents I know besides my own, are Niall's parents," he explained, ashamed of himself, "You've got to know how hard this would be."
I didn't say anything in return, I only nodded and kissed him lightly. His jaw unclenched and he visibly relaxed before he turned his attention to our destination. When we arrived, I was anything less than shocked to see Niall's Suburban in the driveway, I made an appoint to say hello to my astounding best friend wearing the lovely outfit I picked out for her and to the boy who was struggling to tame her waves with a flat iron, Addie informing me that he insisted he do it. I then changed and left my hair natural but still shoving a few hair ties on my wrist in case it got too hot, which is extremely likely.
"Look at my girl!" Harry gawked at me, I wasn't dressed fancy at all yet, his bottom lip was pulled between his two rows of teeth and his dimples were rather prominent. "Love you so much."
"I love you, too, you goof," I nudged him and pulled him out of the house. Adelaide and Niall were already gone.
ADELAIDE'S POV
The house was already packed by the time we got there, I was currently standing in a corner that Niall put me in while he searched for liquor. I was fumbling with the tears in my boyfriend jeans when I heard my name being slurred, I looked up to find a familiar and unpleasant face.
"Hello, Xander," I spoke with distaste.
"You got a lot of nerve coming here dressed like that," He looked around with caution before moving further into my bubble, "No man I see?"
"He's around, I'd leave if I were you," It was as if God heard my prayers because the head of blond hair was moving through the thick crowd and to my rescue.
"Xander, my man!"He greeted and I scrunched my nose up just as he looked at me, "What?"
"Your man here walked into my bubble," I circled my arms around depicting my bubble, "And tried to tell me that I shouldn't be walking around dressed like this and then assumed I wasn't here with you." My arms involuntarily crossed and Niall wrapped a protective arm around me before turning back to Xander, who must've found an escape before Niall could do anything.
