Harry was finally comfortable enough to bring me along to meet his mom, Anne, and sister, Gemma. This was something that I’ve been thinking about and dreaming about over the months Harry and I had been talking. Technically, nothing is “official” there are no “labels”, but it is safe to say that Harry and I do enjoy spending most, if not all of our time together. Whether it be sitting on his couch watching old movies, showing each other music, or even texting about absolutely everything until odd hours of the night. Everything feels… right. As if we picked up right where we left off from a past life. Exploring everything with him has never felt more natural. Knowing his lifestyle and work commitments, I initially didn’t think this would go any further than hanging out while he was in town, but he actually makes a point to have me around - because he wants me around. He makes me feel so special.
Now that he wants me to meet his immediate family, I feel as though we could really have potential for being in this for the long haul. I remember the night he told me, he was so excited and I could tell this meant so much to him because he made an entire event out of it. He messaged me early in the morning: “Get ready, love, dinner and a chat tonight at the house?” Immediately after reading that, I felt the butterflies in my stomach flutter around, my cheeks warmed up with blush. Seeing him was the greatest therapy. Thinking about being in his presence makes me feel like an excited little kid again.
I wore something comfortable but casual enough for a dinner at Harry’s. Yes, he’s known for his campy style out in public, but at home is where he really winds down with shorts, a t-shirt; if he’s up for it, a pair of jeans. But we’ve made it clear - Harry’s home = casual, and laid back. Usually, I’ll head over on my own but he actually offered to pick me up. I waited by the door chipper than ever. Once I heard his car pull up, the goosebumps filled my body in excitement. He rang the doorbell, I made myself wait ten seconds to collect myself, fix anything up, and breathe. Also to not look as eager as I am.
I opened the door, but possibly too hard; it swung open and slammed into the door stop. Harry burst out laughing after a weak attempt at holding it in, which made me fold over laughing from embarrassment. I came back up as he was catching his breath and he sighs out, “It’s nice to see how excited you are,” before stepping in.
“I… did not realize how hard I swung it open—“ I said before laughing softly again.
“Oh you don’t have to play it off, I’m exciting, I know,” He sarcastically scoffed. He then grabbed my waist to pull me in for a quick peck, “You ready to go?”
I took a moment to stare up at him letting the smile grow unconsciously before replying, “Of course, let’s go.”
He held my hand walking me to his car, opened the passenger door for me, then sneakily tried to skip on his way around the car going over to the driver’s side. It was actually… very cute. Usually while driving together, we’ll sit in our respective seats and talk or hold hands, but this time he held onto my knee, shaking it playfully and feeling more giddy than usual. Once we pulled up to his driveway, he opened my door first by reaching over me, but while doing that, he planted a kiss on my cheek, making me laugh a bit. He ran to the other side to open it wider to help me out. We walked in to music playing around the house, a modest pasta dinner sitting on the stove, and wine on the counter.
I turned to him, chin down towards my shoulder, “What’s all this about?”
He sighed, “Alrighty. Let’s have a seat, I’ll serve you then we can chat a bit,”
Once our plates were on the table, we sat down together and Harry took my hands before casually saying, “So. How was your day today?” His cheeky smile grew, knowing he was messing with me.
“You and I talked all day today about each other’s days.” I playfully whined.
He grinned then said softly, “Yeah.” I tilted my head and raised my brows at him, wondering what was going on, then he scooted closer to me, “How would you feel… about coming with me back home to hangout with my mum and sister?” His head dropped as though he had finally lifted all of his stress weight but also dreading to look up to me for my reaction and answer.
I slide my hand down his arm, eventually lifting his chin up, “Nothing would make me happier,”
His smile grew slowly before jumping up to hug me, sending us into fits of joyous laughter. It was a very special night to me; it felt like the step forward I’d been dreaming of.
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