International Love (Harry Styles Fanfiction) ON HOLD: MAJOR REVISION

Chapter 2

It's been a week since I met One Direction and Niall and I have been talking nonstop. I really like him, he's hilarious and so sweet. We've hung out a couple times before they went to Chicago and it was so much fun. Niall and I went laser tagging and I ended up winning so he bought me ice cream. Another time we went bowling with the other boys and a few of my friends. After the run in at the mall I had gotten used to the girls wanting to take photos and get autographs.

"Hey love, want to be picked up at 8?" Niall texts me, referring to being pick up to go to Chicago. It's going on five in the afternoon and I'm getting the last of my things packed. I will be staying with them a few nights, because they're doing two shows in Chicago. I triple check my over packed bag to make sure I'm not missing anything and  now I'm  finally ready to go.

I hear the door bell ring and  go answer it. It's Harry, "What, the other boys don't want to 'Meet the Fockers'?" Harry gives me a surprised look that is mixed with some confusion.

"Your last name is Focker? That's a sad-"

"It was supposed to be a joke. Meet the Fockers is a movie." I cut him off a bit embarrassed.

"Oh, never seen it."

"Obviously." Why is it so awkward talking to him? "Anyway, where are the other boys?" Rather than answering me he just walks right on in. "Excuse you. You can't just walk in without my permission."

"Well, it's not like I'm a vampire."

"Just let me say bye to my family real quick."

"Wait, I can't meet them?" He seems a little hurt, but honestly he is making me so mad that I really don't care.

"Why would you want to meet them?" I really don't want him meeting my family in the first place, it's awkward enough for them allowing me to spend a few days with five guys. I don't think meeting my parents is a smart thing to do, besides they're weird. 

"Wouldn't they want to see who you're taking off with?"

"Answering a question with a question. Clever...sure, yea they would, they can be overprotective when it comes to who I hangout with. though" My parents actually insist that they meet all of my friends. I think it's overkill. I lead him through my tiny house. We walk through the living room to the kitchen. "Mom, dad, this is Harry. He's a singer in the band One Direction." My sister comes running from her room across the hall.

"Where's Niall?" She asks excitedly. Jenna really loves Niall, mostly because she doesn't like tattoos.

"It's just me, love." Harry replied with a smile.

"So you're going to Chicago with this guy?" My dad says acting stern by pointing at Harry with a "disapproving" face. My parents really strict on who I hang out with, he's really just trying to give Harry a hard time. 

"Dad, would you stop? Andrew's my boyfriend. Harry isn't the one you need to look out for." I scold, feeling my cheeks burn from embarrassment.

"Honey, just call when you get there and keep us updated." My mom says. Oh, thank you! I smile at her for being the best mother in the world.

"Don't worry, I will." With that I give them my final hugs goodbye and go with Harry to a...van. "Why and how did you get a van?"

"The boys and I rented it to pick you up." He says as if it were nothing. "You'll sit shotgun."

I open the door to see the other bandmates all sleeping in the back. "Oh, so you don't feel guilty for lying to a young girl?" He looks at me like I have two heads. "My sister. You told her that it was just you."