Punk Harry Series Part 14
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He Meets Your Parents: It was cramped in your apartment. Your parents decided to make a surprise visit while your brother was in California for a baseball tournament. They were staying at a hotel about two hours away but they decided to come up and visit you anyway. So of course, the first thing that popped into your mind was, Harry needs to meet them. You two were really serious and it was about time he met your parents. You had already met his so what was the harm right? So now, you were on the phone with Harry, trying to warn him you were all on your way to his house. “Y/N, what the fuck, you know they won’t like me!” He said, you could hear him rushing around, probably doing a lot of last minute cleaning. “Well, my brother will love you, my mom, she’ll like you too, but my dad might need a bit of warming up to.” You said. Your brother wasn’t a problem, he may be a jock but he was very open minded. Your mom, yeah she was old fashioned but she was a lot like Harry’s mom. She just didn’t approve of it underage. She said you could get all the tattoos you want, once you’re eighteen. Your dad? He was a different story. It took you five years to convince him to let you get your nose pierced. And even after you did it he didn’t even look at you for a whole week. You did everything he didn’t want you to do. You got tattoos and piercings, you fought with him over how sexist he was, you moved all the way across the country to be a makeup artist. He wanted a clean daughter, one who followed tradition and worked until she was married, one who worked as a receptionist or something non permanent. He wanted you to be independent and get a job to support yourself but when you got married he wanted you to quit and become a housewife. But those obviously weren’t your plans. “We’re here.” You said to Harry before hanging up. You smiled to your family as you walked up to his front door, typing in the password he gave you to open it. “Harry!” You called as you showed your family where to take off their shoes. Harry was a neat freak, if you didn’t convince him otherwise he was going to leave slippers at the door for people to wear instead of their shoes. Luckily, you managed to convince him that that was weird. “Hi.” Harry said, rounding the corner to the door. “Mom, Dad, Y/B/N, this is my boyfriend Harry Styles. Harry this is my Mom, Y/M/N, my Dad, Y/D/N, and my brother Y/B/N.” You said introducing him to everyone. “It’s so nice to meet you all.” You had all moved to the living room, you sat next to Harry while your family sat on the couch across from you two. “So, Harry, what do you do for a living?” Your father asked. “I’m head of security for the band Y/N and I work for.” He said and you looked back to see your father’s reaction. He was surprised. You could tell he expected him to be a tattoo artist or a mcDonald’s employee. “Interesting.” He said and Harry smiled. “If you’d like, I can show you the security system I have on this place. Top of the line, no one comes or leaves without me knowing.” Harry said and your dad nodded, clearly very surprised about him. “Maybe some other time. I am impressed by your intellect and secure manor, it’ll be good for Y/N. Say you two last, when you marry she’ll have someone to depend on. She can finally quit her job and become a housewife without worrying about the financial issues.” He said and you, slowly close your eyes in utter embarrassment and shame. You really thought your father could go one evening without bringing up his “plans” for you. You’ve always been so embarrassed of how old fashioned he is. And you know, Harry being himself, is going to say something. You tried to warn Harry not to do anything to drastic by squeezing his side, but it was no use. “Oh, she doesn’t have to quit her job. She loves her job, if we marry, maybe I’ll quit my job and depend on her financially.” He tried to joke but you saw it. You saw the way not only he tensed when he heard what you father said, but you saw the way your father’s whole demeanor changed when those words fell from Harry’s mouth. “You will do no such thing, you’re the man. You provide the money. She does the housework, I will not have my daughter marry someone so low.” He said, standing up. Harry stood as well, which caused you and your mother to stand. “You’re one of those people aren’t you? The ones that thinks women are equal to men? No, daughter of mine will be with one of those scums.” Your father spat. You rolled your eyes as you felt Harry’s whole body tense, but then his body calmed, which surprised you. “Y/N is my partner, she is equal to me in every aspect. There was a time in life where men were valued more because they were physically stronger, but those were the cavemen times. Today, we need the intellectually smarter, the people who are more creative. And those people can be woman or men. And if Y/N chooses to be with me then you can’t stop her-” “-Enough. I am through with hearing your trash. This new generation thinks they can change everything. This is tradition. This is the way it’s always been.” Your father said and Harry smiled. “If it was tradition to cut off your leg when you turn twenty would you do it? Would you follow that tradition?” Harry asked and your father went silent, before grabbing your mother’s arm and dragging her from the house. “Uh, well, I like you Harry.” Y/B/N said and you laughed before giving him a hug. “I know you probably won’t hear the end of this so if you want you can stay with me for the night. He’ll have cooled down by tomorrow.” You offered to him and he smiled and nodded.
THIS ISN’T BASED ON ANYONE I KNOW, MY FATHER ISN’T LIKE THIS AT ALL. NEITHER IS ANYONE ELSE THAT I AM AWARE OF. THIS IS SOLELY BASED OFF THE ASSHOLE COUPLE THAT SAT BEHIND ME AT CHURCH YESTERDAY AND WHAT I THINK RUNS THROUGH THEIR HEAD
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