Mr. Harry Styles

19 Friends and family

In my imagination, everyone would be happy and tell Diana and me that we fit together, but the reality was totally ancestry fair. Maura, my mother and Anne, Harry's mother came to dinner, and they were anything but the mothers we wanted for that moment.

"Isn't it a little early to get engaged like this...?" I heard my mother say, and Anne agreed with her.

"Shouldn't you think about it a year or so?"

Harry and I sat on the other side of the table. We had cleaned the entire house and we had made sure that they wouldn't complain about anything, but that was a totally appropriate.

"Come on!" I heard Harry exclaim as soon as they got time to think. "Niall and I see no obstacle to bet on the two of us, and you, as our mothers, should be happy for us."

Anne hummed a little on herself, she said to us that she wasn't used to the fact that I was her daughter's first choice.

"But you're so young?"

Harry snorted.

"Mom, I'm old enough to take charge of my own choices and I have proved to you that I can take responsibility. Why can't you just accept my choice of partners?"

Direct responded from my mother and she looked cold at Anne.

"If I may say one thing, it's not my son that's wrong?"

Anne responded immediately and looked coldly at my mom.

"Oh, yeah, so you dare you throw crap on my daughter?"

And then there was the row between them as was started.

Harry took my hand under the table and he smiled at me. We heard how our mothers threw words at each other, but for once we agree. Neither Harry nor I would go back to the old life. This was genuine and we didn't want to finish something we started.

"You're a fucking bitch!"

"You're also a stupid bitch who doesn't listen."

Harry swallowed before he took up the whistle and let the sound echoing through the room and throughout the house. It become quiet. Such a silence that I just loved. He chose then to smile cold and he looked at them both.

"Excuse me, but isn't it the time to think through your choice of words?" he growled in a muffled voice. "Niall and I have chosen each other and we don't care a shit about what you think about that or about us. When we walk up to the priest, it's up to you whether you want to be with us or not. We will do it with or without you, so bite the bullet. "

Anne was the first person as took a deep breath.

"But Diana, I thinking about you. You still don't want to be in a family that hates you?"

Maura was quick.

"I don't hate him."

Direct did Anne looked cold at my mother.

"He's not a he, he's a she."

And right where they started shouting at each other again. Harry held on to my hand and he chose to stand up. I did the same. He blew out the candles and we left the room.

It was like something from a movie. We left the room, went up the stairs and into our own bedroom. We chose to make our procedures, although we heard them shouting at each other. I washed myself, I brushed my teeth and I crawled under the covers naked. Yes, Harry loved when I was naked, although we didn't always had sex.

We were on our backs and looked up toward the ceiling. We heard how one dropped words against the other. Harry took my hand again and we decided to just try to endure this moment.