Wonderwall

Chapter 7

I run for the door, swinging it open. Harry stands there wearing a tight white tee and black skinny jeans. His tattoos peek from through the shirt. "Give me a minute!" I shout. I rush back up to my bedroom, hurrying into my closet. I pick out a pair of white heels and make my way back downstairs as fast as possible.

Each step I take is heard throughout the house. "Why do you always wear heels?" Harry asks while wincing at my ruckus. I hop down the last step before scooping my purse up and heading outside. I look up at him with a look of annoyance.

"I'm tiny.." I grumble. He can't help but perk a smile at my annoyance- typical him. I head to the passengers side and yank open the door. The familiar burn from the leather seats irritate my legs on the way, but to be polite I don't mention it.

I made sure that before I left, I wrote a note to my mom telling her that I'd be at Michelle's tonight, helping her feel better. She should buy it. If she were to find out that I was with Harry all day, she would kill me.

Ten minutes later we pull up at a medium sized house. There are tulips planted in the front and a chair swing is hung on the porch. There is already another car parked in the driveway, I begin to get nervous. I've met Jackson's parents many times, and when I did I was never nervous! Partially because they were already family. We knew them long before Jack and I started dating.

"Is someone else here?" I look over at Harry who is already getting out of his seat. He comes around to my door and opens it for me. I would usually thank him but I was too distracted.

"Yeah, I told you my mum is here..." He walks off towards the house and I'm left standing in the middle of the street. Now that he mentions it I do remember him telling me his mother was going to be making ham.

"Wait up!" I holler. I jog across the street and meet Harry at the front door. We stand there for less then a minute before I look up at Harry in confusion.

"I'm warning you now" he begins with a look of pure pain and regret. "She's.." He trails off trying to find the right word that would suit his mom. I can't help but laugh at him.

"I'm sure she's fine!" I chuckle pushing the front door open. The screen rattles and shakes then slaps back shut when we've both entered the house.

"Harry?" A feminine British voice calls from deeper inside the house. Harry's house looks pretty average. "Is that you?" The voice calls again. Seconds later a young woman strolls into the foyer, an apron tied around her waist. She looks a lot like Harry. She has dark brown hair and they share the same nose.

"Mum." Harry nods to his mother. Her eyes roll when Harry acknowledges her. Her eyes scan from him to me, then they immediately light up.

"My lord!" She shrills. I'm bombarded into a bear hug from Harry's mom. "She's beautiful!" She squeals into my shoulder. My eyes are wide as I look up at Harry for some guidance.

"Mum, give the girl some space.." He growls. She quickly detaches herself from me and looks up at him a disappointed look.

"You're no fun!" She crosses her arms leaning against a post for the staircase. "You must be Audrey!" She smiles at me. "I'm Anne." She tells me. Anne is beautiful. This must be where Harry gets his good looks from.

"It's very nice to meet you Anne!" I laugh shaking her hand. Anne looks up at me in adoration, then turns to Harry with a grin.

"She's polite too!" She winks to Harry. "I must say, you're even prettier than Harry said you were.." Anne gasps.

"I never fucking said she was pretty!" Harry scoffs. I try not to feel offended by Harry's comment. Anne turns to him with her jaw set. She looks like she could murder him.