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Zach ~ Welcome to the Family

Zach Herron x reader
A/N: This didn't start out as it, but as I got further into it I got the grown ups vibe.

"hey babe?" I hear and turn around, facing Zach. We were hanging out at my house and he was in the kitchen getting a drink.
"Yeah?" I reply.
"that thing is coming up next week" he says and I squint my eyes at him in confusion. "Mine and all the boys families are going to that huge cabin we rented for a week" he says and I pout.
"Oh yeah, I didn't realise that was so soon, I won't see you for an entire week" I frown.
"Yeah that's the thing. I wanted to know if you wanna come with us?" he asks nervously and my eyes widen.
"And meet your family?" I stutter. He nods. "Zach I don't know" I sigh and he frowns coming to wrap his arms around my waist.
"Why don't you want to meet my family? I've met yours" he asks offended.
"Of course I want to meet them, one day. Just not yet Zach. I'm not ready to share you, when everyone knows we're together it won't be just us anymore. And what if they don't like me... If your family and friends don't like me that's it, we're over" I rant.
"Baby stop. They're going to love you, you don't have to worry about that" he says grabbing my cheeks.
"How do you know?" I whine.
"Because I love you" he whispers, my eyes fill with tears as I look up to him shocked. We had been together 4 months and that is the first time we've said those words. I stay silent just taking it in but I see his face get red and he removes his hands from me. "Do you love me too?" he asks hopefully.
"I love you" I grin and he does too. "I was just processing it" I laugh, he smirks and connects our lips, our bodies are pressed flush against each other getting as close as possible. Zach grabs my hand with one hand and places it over his heart, with the other he rests it over my heart.

"You feel that?" he whispers referring to his heartbeat. I nod, not wanting to speak and ruin the moment. "that beats for you" he mumbles and I let a tear slip, jumping forward to connect our lips again. Before we can get into it, his phone rings.

"Hello? Okay, yeah I'll be home soon. I'm not with anybody? Just forget it ok, I'll see you when I get home" I hear his side of the phone call. He hangs up and smiles.
"That was Jonah asking where I was, I guess its kind of late. I can't wait for you to meet him and the boys, they're going to absolutely adore you." He gushes and I blush. We start heading towards the door and we stop in front of it.
"I'll ask my parents about going with you and I'll let you know," I say and he smirks.
"I already asked them, they said yes as long as you were up for it" he chuckles when I throw my arms around his neck.
"woah ok, guess I'll get packing" I laugh and he does too. He gives me a short kiss before opening the door heading to his car. When he's about to open the car door I call his name. He whips around to me, thinking he probably left something.
"I love you" I shout. He grins.
"I love you too" he yells back and butterflies invade my entire stomach. I lean against the door for stability otherwise I'd probably melt into a love puddle on the floor. He backs out of the driveway and I wave before closing the door. I head upstairs and start packing.

When Monday rolls around I get an uber over to Zach's house, I wasn't actually feeling too great but I can't back out of meeting Zach's parents, siblings and his best friends. I wait a second before pressing the bell. I hear yelling inside and then the door swings open and Zach is standing there looking amazing as usual. I suck in a breath and wrap him in a hug, I get a whiff of his cologne and it immediately soothes my nerves. I fiddle with the strap of my shoulder gym bag I had brought instead of bringing a suitcase. I step in the house past Zach, silent as neither of us had said a word. I feel a weight drop off my shoulder as Zach takes my bag from me. I go to protest and he just raises his eyebrow so I roll my eyes.
"Your my girl, Its like my duty to carry your bags. Come on let's go meet the boys." he says lacing his hand with mine, dragging me through the house. My heart flutters when he calls me his girl and a warmth spreads through me when he runs his thumb over my knuckles, knowing how nervous I am.