Louis P.O.V.
I looked over once again at the sleeping boy, smiling even wider than before. He had fallen asleep about 30 minutes into the drive, leaving me alone for the hour and a half more to get to Holmes Chapel so he can see his family. But, that gave me some time to think. How are they going to react seeing Harry with me? That was the main question on my mind, because I was scared that they’d make me and Harry break up. I doubt it, though. From what Harry’s told me, his sister can’t wait to meet me. I shook my head at the bad thoughts that started to rush through my mind and placed my hand on Harry’s shoulder, shaking it gently.
“Harry, babe, we’re in Holmes Chapel.” I said quietly, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “You have to wake up to tell me your address.”
“Mm, just a few more minutes, Louis.” He mumbled, sniffling gently.
“Nope, you’ve been asleep for two hours, mister. Time to wake up!”
His eyes opened sleepily, his eyes dark with sleep, and he sat up. He told me his address and I kissed his cheek as a thank you before driving off, my hand finding his hand and lacing our fingers.
“What’s your mum like?” I asked him.
“She’s really sweet. I’m sure you’ll like her, Louis. She’s excited to meet you.” He told me. I nodded gently, parking in front of his home, turning my car off. The next thing I know, Harry was running towards the front door like a little boy.
“Come on, Louis! My mum awaits!” He said over his shoulder, standing on the front doorstep. I smiled over at him and closed my car door, walking up to him, smiling widely as he took my hand.
He opened the front door, and I was greeted by the smell of vanilla cookies and green tea. Harry let go of my hand, and I watched as he ran up to the older lady, hugging her. I’m guessing that’s his mum. I stood there awkwardly as another girl, almost looking as if she’s Harry’s twin, came up and studied me.
“Are you Louis?” She asked me. I nodded slowly. “Do you have any intention in hurting my baby brother?” She asked again. I shook my head.
“Not at all. I’d never hurt him, I can promise you that.” I reassured her. She smiled and hugged me tightly, whispering a ‘thank you’ in my ear before pulling away.
“Louis, come meet my mum!” I heard Harry call. I chuckled and walked into the kitchen, seeing Harry and his mum talking.
“Hello, Mrs. Styles.” I said gently, causing her attention to be drawn onto me. Her face lit up when she saw me, and she walked up to me, embracing me in a hug.
“You make him so happy.” Was the first thing she told me. I smiled softly and nodded, sighing happily.
“He makes me so happy, as well.” I pulled away, walking over to Harry, wrapping my arm around his waist.
“So, Louis, what do you study?” His sister asked me.
“My major is human psychology and my minor is physiology.” I told her. She nodded.
“How did you two meet?” His mum questioned.
“Funny story; we were at one of my football games and he bumped into me while getting his phone from off the ground. Once I saw his eyes I knew I needed to make him mine.” I explained, and he leaned down and kissed my cheek adoringly.
“That’s disgustingly cute.” His sister, identified as Gemma, said. Harry let out a chuckle and shook his head.
“Oh, mum, our first date was double booked, just like yours.” Harry exclaimed, and I saw something flicker in his mum’s eyes. Something different.
“Louis, may I talk to you outside? Gemma and Harry, watch over dinner.” His mum said, and I followed her out to the backyard patio.
“I know you love my son, Louis, I can see it in your eyes. I almost know for a fact that you won’t do anything to hurt my little boy. I respect you, I do. I’ve never seen Harry this happy, and I’ve definitely never seen him with his face out of his computer for this long. But he’s been through so much, with having to be the man of the house after his father left us, helping me and Gemma through broken hearts, going through his own friendship and relationship problems, the list goes on. I just want you to know that he’s a sensitive boy, he takes almost everything to heart, don’t take it personally when he does that to something you say. I accept yours and Harry’s relationship, as long as I don’t get a call at the early hours of the morning with him crying over you breaking his poor heart.” She explained to me, making sure to make eye contact through the whole thing.
“I’d rather die than even think about hurting him, don’t worry, Mrs. Styles.”
“Please, call me Anne.”
