Harry Styles Imagines

They just dont know you

2. They just don't know you

YOUR P.O.V.

I take one last look in the mirror, just to make sure I look ok. My face has minimal make-up, my hair hangs around my face naturally, and my black dress hangs just above my knee. You really like this dress so I thought I would wear it to calm you a little. Today is the day. Today is the day my boyfriend Harry meets my family.

Me and Harry have been dating for the last six months and my father thought it would be appropriate to meet him. There's just one problem.

Harry is from the other side of the tracks.

He doesn't live in a big house that has never ending stairs. He lives in a small house with his mom and sister. He has to work two jobs to bring in half the money. He smokes and has tattoos up his arms and on his chest. He protects, it's an instinct. He has to protect and provide for his family and now he has to protect me. From far away, he looks like a totally different person.

I rush down the stairs to see my mother finishing up setting the table. My father sits in the living room watching the evening news. My brother sits next to my dad, reading a book. Soon the doorbell rings.

"I'll get it!" I yell as I skip over to open the door. Once I do I'm met with Harry. My Harry.

He is dressed in black jeans and a white button down shirt. His hair is messily shoved to one side. Rings litter his fingers while his paper airplane necklace rests on his chest. His beautiful lips hold a smirk and his green eyes hold brightness.

"Hello love." He whispers bending down to kiss me. It's a quick peck in the lips really.

I blush, like always, and invite him in. He quietly follows behind me into my living room.

There stands my whole family. My mom, my dad, and my brother.

I just hope dinner goes good.

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Introducing wasn't that bad, but I could feel the tension growing by every passing second.

"So, Harry, what do you plan on doing with your life?" My father asks.

Harry looks up at him, then at me, then back at my father. He sets down his fork and puts his hands in his lap.

"Well, I'm not 100% sure sir, to be quite honest."

"Not sure?" My father asks. "Aren't you smart in school? Don't you wanna go to college? Make money?"

"Robert" my mother whispers.

Harry shakes his head. "No no, it's ok. I'm very good in school, honor roll actually. I would love to go to college, and I guess that's where I'm indecisive. And money... I would love to make it, but I'd rather do something I love than sit in a boring office like a sad man."

"Indecisive about college? Are you stupid or something?" My father shoots.

"Dad!" I gasp.

"Oh hush! It was a very good question. Any boy that dates you must have a plan." My dad shoots back.

I push out of my seat and walk to Harry's. I grab his hand and drag him up.

I turn to my father. "Stop being so rude! He has done nothing but sit here and take your silly questions and answer with appropriate answers!"

My father stands at this point with anger all over his face.

"Don't you date talk to me like that! You waltz in here all lovey dovey thinking everything will be ok even though this boy has no plans for the future! I mean look at him! He has tattoos covering his arms and wear jeans to a dinner! His hair is a mess and he looks like he is from the wrong side of the tracks! He is the kind of boy that will fuck you and leave you! He is a user and abuser! He is trash (Y/N)! He is pure trash!" My dad finishes.

At this point tears are streaming down my face. How dare he judges Harry by his appearance! He has done nothing but been pleasant all night!

"Well I guess it's a good thing I fucked him two months ago! Goes to prove that he is not a user! You god damn bastard!" I yell storming out with Harry trailing behind me.

I ignore my dads calls for me not to leave and drag Harry outside to his motorcycle.

I run a hand through my hair when we reach his bike and break down. My father has done nothing but judge his whole life. He is a cold man. I feel arms go around my waist.

"Shhh, baby it's ok. He really didn't hurt my feelings if-" he starts.

"It's not just that. He just needs to learn to stop being rude. He pushes every one away Harry. Even his kids." I tell him.

We stand there for a few seconds before Harry breaks the silence.

"Look, I'm gonna head home for tonight. I think this evening won't... Well, go anywhere. And if we end this it's ok I mean-"

"What?! Don't leave me. Please, I'm sorry about my dad and I'll talk to him I promise!" I beg of him.

Harry turns me around and grabs,y face in his hands wiping away my tears with his thumbs.

"Baby, I wasn't going to leave you. And I don't care about your dad."

"Harry?" I ask.

"Yes?"

"I don't think your trash. I love you. Your kisses are great and so are your hugs. And your great at sex. And you treat me right. And I like how were opposites, but we're not all at the same time. And I just love you." I finish.

He stares at me for a few seconds. "You love me?" He asks.

I nod." How could I not?"

"I love you too (Y/N). We can push through anything." He rests his chin on my head.

We stand like that for a few more seconds before he pulls away and hops on his bike. He turns it on and then looks at me before pushing forward to kiss me. The kiss is deep and warm. Saying everything words can't. He pulls away too soon.

"I gotta go." He says.

"You'll be here tomorrow, for me right?" I ask.

He nods. "Everyday."

He pulls his helmet on and starts to back down the drive way to drive out. I remember something and call him. His head snaps towards me and he stops his movements.

"Tell your mom I say hello! I'm glad your mom at least likes me!" I yell.

And from hear I can tell he is laughing.

As he drives away, I just can't help to think how much I love this boy.

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Xoxo

~Katie~