Your POV
I watched as Harry fidgeted nervously with his tie and his black button up shirt that he insisted in wearing. I giggled at him and gently grabbed his arm turning him to face me. He looked at me confused and then he finally relaxed when I gently grabbed his tie and fixed it for him. I felt kind of underdressed as I stood next to him, we were simply going over to my parents house to enjoy some of my moms famous spaghetti bolognese. I didn't dare tell Harry though that I was so fucking nervous, my parents were strict high class people and me bringing home an artist wasn't exactly what they had in mind for their only daughter but I didn't care.
"Ready", I smoothed his shirt.
"I think", he stuttered looking pale.
"It'll be fine, no matter what they say it won't stop me from loving you", I assured him and kissed him.
I didn't bother to knocking on the door since it was parents house and we were immediately greeted with the strong sent of garlic and tomatoes. Harry gripped the flowers that he bought for my mother, wanting to do everything he could to make my parents fall for him. I meant what I said though, it didn't matter what they thought of Harry I would be with him no matter what.
"Hello darling, how are you?!", my mother explained as she brought me into a hug.
"Hello mother, I'm good. How are you?",
I kissed her cheek and hugged her.
"Good good, we miss you. Who's this?", she looked over at Harry.
"Mother, this is my boyfriend Harry. Harry this is my mother Lilian", I introduced them hoping for the best.
"Hello, it's very nice to meet you. Y/n had told me so many nice things to say about you. I bought you these", he handed her the beautiful bouquet of lilac roses he indeed bought her.
"Why thank you so much", my mother actually blushed.
"Where's dad mom?", I asked.
"He'll be up, he's in his gun room. Would you guys like a glass of wine?", my mother asked and we both nodded.
"Gun?", Harry gulped.
"Relax, he bluffs", I assured him giggling and pulling him down for a kiss.
"Hello I thought I heard my lovely daughter arrive", my fathers booming voice filled the quiet room.
"Dad", I walked up to him and hug.
"And who's this?", he hugged me and eyed Harry.
"This is my boyfriend dad, the one I was telling you about", I told him.
"Harry this is my father Trevor", I walked Harry over to my dad.
"Nice to meet you sir", Harry shook my fathers hand.
"Nice grip, you hunt", my dad sadly tried to intimidate Harry.
"No sir I'm a painter", Harry said shaking.
"Well my boy we must talk over dinner", my father smiled at him.
"Dinners ready", my mother announced.
Harry and I helped her bring the food to the table along with wine glasses and wine. The conversation was light, my parents doing the usual interrogating as they tried to figure out Harry. I didn't blame them though, I really didn't tell them much about Harry.
"So you're an artist, if you don't mind me asking what are you going to do if it doesn't work out", my dad asked.
"My father is an art dealer, so I'm a double major in business as well", Harry explained.
"Really, I would love to see those priceless works of art", my mother sighed dreamily.
"If you'd like, I can ask my father to arrange a private tour of the museum he works at", Harry suggested.
"That would be lovely, wouldn't it Trevor", my mother excitedly told my father. My father simply smiled at my mother, he loved when she was happy and excited.
I smiled at Harry knowing that he would steal their hearts like he stole mine, it was scary to me how perfect things were for both of us but that didn't matter to me. I learned to live in the moment and not to focus on any of the negative feelings that were brewing inside
