You Just Don't Know (A Harry Styles FanFic)

You Just Don't Know (15)- Waiting For A Girl Like You

WARNING PARTS IN THIS CHAPTER ARE SLIGHTLY MATURE. IT'S NOT AS BAD AS IT COULD BE!!

I just thought I should warn you lovely readers before you get into the chapter :D

I hope you all enjoy :)

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You Just Don't Know (15) – Waiting For A Girl Like You

“I can't do this!” My mom said lifting up her white dress so she could walk around the room.

“Mom! Calm down!” I said grabbing her shoulders and shaking her.

My mom looked at me with wide eyes. She sat down on the chair next to her and buried her head in her hands.

“I'll be right back.” I said turning toward Monty, who was walking toward my mom.

I ran through the hallway of the church and to the last door and pushed it open. Inside all the boys sat around in black tuxes and black ties. Harry of course had a black bow tie. For some reason he loved bow ties. Luke was pacing around the room with his head lower.

“Hayden?” Harry said as he stood up from his chair and started toward me.

“I need you.” I said looking up at him.

Right as soon as I said it I regretted it because a smirk spread across Harry's lips and he wiggled his eyebrows at me. I hit him in the chest and shook my head at him.

“Not like that!” I laughed “It's my mom.”

Harry didn't need to say anything he just grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall to the room where my mom was. When we opened the door my mom was in tears.

“I don't know what's wrong with her.” Monty said with a look of panic on her face.

Harry and I looked at each other and then ran over to my mom. Harry grabbed a box of tissues as I went to talk to my mom.

“What's going on?” I said bending down.

“I'm scared Hayden. What if I can't make him happy.” My mom sobbed.

“You will mom! He loves you so much!” I said as I grabbed a tissue from Harry.

Harry just stood there with the box in his hands. He had no idea what to do. Like most guys, Harry didn't know how to handle it when a girl cried.

“How do you know!” my mom said as she whipped her face.

“The way he looks at you. It's the way Har-”

I stopped talking and looked up at Harry.

“It's how Harry looks at me. Luke looks at you with so much love it's crazy.” I said never taking my eyes off Harry.

Harry looked at me and smiled.

“Really?” my mom sniffled.

“Yes.” Harry pipped up as he walked over to me. “He loves you, very much.”

Harry wrapped his arms around my waist and looked at me. I looked up at him and smiled. My mom whipped her eyes and stood up from her chair.

“I can do this!” she said smiling at us.

Harry and I laughed. My mom walked off to talk to Monty. I looked into Harry's green eyes and sighed. I felt him lift me off the ground. Our lips collided as I wrapped my arms around his neck.