Meeting One Direction (continued)

Chapter 109: I think someone likes you.

The next morning I wake to a knock at the door. Harry's mom and sister aren't suppose to be here for another hour.  

"IT'S US BRIELLE! JUST OPEN THE DOOR! I KNOW YOU'RE AWAKE!" Louis yells. 

Last night my mom called saying she was staying with her friend for a few days, so don't worry about coming home. I assume she'll be back tomorrow. I swing open the door. I look terrible. My hair is falling out of the bun, I look half dead, and am in sweats and a camisole.  

"Hey." I moan. 

"You seem dead." Niall says. 

"Go shower. We will clean this place up." Liam says. 

"I'll wake Harry." I go over and sit on Harry's stomach. He groans, grabs me by the waist, and pulls me down next to him. I start flicking him. 

"Babe! Stop it!" Harry whines. 

"You're mom and sister are going to be here in a little less then an hour, I'm pretty sure they won't be happy with the condition of this room, Brielle still needs to shower.. and you probably do to." Liam shrieks. 

I hear Harry curse under his breath as he climbs out of bed. 

"So we aren't even going to have the girl to help us clean?" Louis squeals. 

I hit him and grab my bag. I quickly shower. I go to my bag and pull out my clothes. I put on jean shorts, a white tee shirt that says YOLO on it, and I put on a pink sweatshirt that says 'New York City' in white letters with splatter paint over them. I curl my hair quickly, and let is flow down my back. I put on silver eyeliner, mascara, white eye shadow, and lip gloss on. I drape the locket that Harry gave me over my neck. 

"20 MINUTES AND I STILL HAVE TO SHOWER!" Harry calls from outside. 

I swing open the bathroom door. 

"Dang you're hot." Louis says. I wink at him and push Harry into the bathroom. After Harry showered, we all sat down on the couch. 

"They are here. Brielle help me take their stuff to their rooms." Harry blurts out as he grabs me by the hand and pulls me out of the room. 

"She's gonna hate me and it will be terrible." I moan. 

"Shut up! She will love you! Don't you worry your pretty little head." He squeaks as he kisses the top of my head. 

"Well give me tips!" I half yell. 

"Pretty much the same tips you gave me with your dad. Talk to her and be nice, help her out, laugh at her jokes, and be honest. But again, you don't have to tell her everything." He says quickly. 

"So I shouldn't mention the late birthday make out?" I ask with a smile. 

"She wouldn't allow you to stay with me while she was here. So yeah. Don't mention it." He says with a wink. Harry pulls me over to them. 

"Harry!" His mom shrieks as she embraces him in a hug. Gemma hugs him, and I sit there awkwardly as they talk. 

Harry looks at me and puts his hands out, almost like he's presenting me. 

"So you're the girl Harry won't shut up about?" His mom asks. I laugh lightly and Harry starts blushing. He looks down. 

"Mom!" He shrieks. 

"Well I'm guessing, unless he has another girlfriend." I say with a smile. 

"Nah, you're obviously Brielle. Just the way he described you. So detailed!" Gemma says.

"Shut up already!" Harry squeals. I laugh and his mom hugs me. 

"You are everything I expected you to be." She says quietly. Does this mean she approves of me? I'm sure she'll tell Harry, and he'll tell me. We help them take their stuff to their room. 

"We'll be at your room in like.. five minutes." Harry's mom tells Harry. He nods his head, and Gemma, Harry, and I head up to the fourth floor. She stops at her room, and Harry and I go to his.  

"I think someone likes you." Harry says with a wink. 

"Really?" I ask. 

"Seems to me. You'll just have to see how she talks to you. If I think she likes you, I'll squeeze your hand. But remember, it only matters that I love you."