One Direction Preferences! (Book 1)✔

#181. The Boys Meet Your Parents

The Boys Meet Your Parents..

Harry: "What if they don’t like me?" Harry groaned. "Harry, they are going to love you. Now come on, get in the car!" You checked your watch. You were going to be only a couple minutes late to meeting your parents, but it would be fine. Harry was refusing to step into the car, claiming to be nervous. "Fine.." He mumbled, finally hoisting himself up into the car. "Harry, relax..there’s nothing to worry about." You pecked the tip-top of his nose, reassuringly. After a couple of minutes of driving, you finally made it to your familiar childhood home. You smiled at the sight. Carrying a couple trays of homemade meals, you walked up to the door. Harry clasped his huge hand around your free one, and you smiled at him. "Ready?" He raised an eyebrow slightly, but nodded. Before you could even ring the doorbell, the big door swung open, leaving your mom in the entrance. "Hi, guys! Oh, you must be Harry! We’ve heard so much about you!” She grabbed his dimply cheeks, swinging his head back and forth. “Mooom! You are going to hurt him!” You swatted her hands away, and rolled your eyes. “Hello, Mrs. (Y/L/N). Do you happen to have a pet cat?” It looked like Harry was going to fit in real well at the (Y/L/N) house.

Liam: "Yes, we’ve toured to almost all of the world. It’s an amazing experience, needless to say." Liam smiled a toothy grin, his eyes shaping into little crescents. His warm hand rubbed up and down your back, as you all sat on the couch. It was Thanksgiving Day, a good time to spend with family and friends. Your parents were loving every single bit of Liam, which made you happy. You were not worried at all about your parents disapproving your relationship, since almost everybody loved him. "That’s amazing, Liam. When you become older, you will be so grateful of your luck! Not many people get to follow their dreams, you know." Your mom chirped. Liam nodded kindly, and your dad quickly changed the subject. "Hey Liam, would you like to join me for some football?" This made you giggle at the awkwardness. "Do you mean soccer?" Your dead shook his head, slightly stunned. Your dad was obsessed with football! He couldn’t process the fact that somebody didn’t know what football was. "No, American football, son! I’ll teach you!" You were so relieved that the two most important men in your life, got along.

Niall: You and Niall were all about your parents approval, so you both decided to kiss up to them a little. You had bought a bottle of your parents favorite alcohol, and a basket full of nice food. You were all quietly sitting at the dinner table, talking about nothing special. That was, until the dreaded question came up. “So, Niall, what do you like about my daughter? You are treating her like a lady, I hope?” Your Dad. So overprotective. That was the price for being a daddy’s girl! “I love everything about (Y/N), she is amazing in every way possible. From the way she sleeps, to the way she snorts when she laughs, she is perfect. I love her a lot. I treat her how a lady should should be treated, with respect.” That won your parents over, and if possible, it won you over a little more as well. Niall and you smiled at each other, like shy sixth grade crushes. “Well, Niall, I think you are absolutely perfect for our daughter! We approve highly!” Your mom was so happy, she was dabbing the falling tears with a wet napkin. “Thank you, Mr. and Mrs, (Y/L/N).” “Please, son. Call me (Y/D/N).” You patted Niall’s back, hinting that you were proud of him..in a way. You were proud because he knew exactly what to say when it came to things like this. One other reason why you loved him.

Louis: Louis had your parents doubled over, laughing. He was the entertainment, instead of the guest. Almost anything he said was funny to your parents, and you were glad. Your parents sometimes had a weird sense of humor, but Louis must’ve broken that pattern. “Oh, Louis, stop! My sides hurt!” Your mom squeaked. Louis grinned, proud of his accomplishment. He made almost everyone laugh, and he always had that goofy smile when he did. By now, it was getting late, as you were getting tired as the sun inched closer to the horizon. “Louis, I think it’s time we start going, babe. You have an interview, remember?” Louis nodded glumly, and out of the corner of your eyes, you could see your parents frown. “I’ll help you clean up, love.” Louis pecked your cheek, and sweetly picked up the dirty dishes that were laying out on the dinner table to walk them to the kitchen. “Lou, I think you are a great boy, just what my little girl needs.” Your dad smiled brightly, happy that his little girl had found her prince charming she was always dreaming of.

Zayn: You watched as Zayn countlessly ran his fingers through his spiky quiff, one of his nervous habits. He checked his reflection in his small compact mirror he kept in his pocket, making sure there were no flaws in sight. “Zayn, calm down, please?” You outstretched your lips, giving him a hint to kiss yours. He obeyed, I mean, how would he give up the option to kiss you? Right now, you were anxiously waiting for your parents at a warm little Italian restaurant. Zayn was scared about his appearance, such as his tattoos. He didn’t want your parents to think of him as the ‘bad boy’ his rep that was set on him. “(Y/N)?” Your mom stood behind you, wearing a nice dress. “Hi mom! Hey, dad! This is Zayn!” Respectfully, he stood up to shake your dads hand, as well as kiss your mom. “We didn’t expect your boyfriend to look like…this? I thought he was going to be clean, like your other boyfriends?” Your mom spoke, before she even sat down. You became a little defensive, and once again, Zayn became fidgety. “What do you mean mom? Because he has tattoos? And nice hair? Mom, Zayn isn’t any of my past boyfriends. I hope you aren’t like this for the rest of the night. I love him. And he loves me. Please understand that.” Your mom looked startled. You rarely ever stood up to her. If you were standing up for a boy, she realized you must really love him. By the end of the night, your mom and dad saw behind Zayn’s shell, and warmed up to him. You were content.