Chapter 1I run downstairs to the kitchen to find my mom making pancakes for the first time in years.
She gives me a warm smile as I take a seat at the island.
"Morning sweetie." She greets, handing me a plate of food.
"Morning mum." I reply, before stuffing my face in a not so attractive manor. It had been
three months since Harry had left for his tour and though I talked to him every day, I still
missed him like crazy. I check my phone as I eat my pancake, hoping Harry's sent me a
message. I wasn't sure what time it was in America, but I was hoping he was up.
"No phones at the table." My mother scolds and I roll my eyes.
"Mum, I'm waiting for a message from Harry." I tell her, but put the phone down anyways. My mother suddenly gets a mischievous grin on her face, which tells me
she's up to something.
"Ah young love." She sighs, leaning against the counter. My dad walks in at that precise moment, planting a kiss on my mother's cheek.
"We still have that." He says, grabbing a mug of coffee "it's just that neither of us is young."He says in a stage whisper to me, and I can't help but laugh as my mom playfully hits him. I had told my parents about Harry when they came home, right before Christmas. It was kind of hard not to what with pictures of him and I crowding my room and my phone. They both really wanted to meet him, but then I had to explain how he was a rising pop sensation so that would be difficult. I may have left out the part of him and his friends living with me, but that wasn't important. "So when are we meeting him anyways?" my dad asks, and my mom hits him again. Now I know they were definitely up to something. "What's going on?" I ask curiously, wondering what they were going on about. "Nothing." They both answer together. Before I can say anything else, the doorbell rings, and my mother wriggles out of her apron to run to the door and answer it. I grab another huge piece of pancake, but
before I put it in my mouth, my dad grabs my fork. "You might not want to do that." He suggests and I'm still very confused. "Veronica, there's something here for you!" my mother yells from the hallway. I sigh. "Can't you bring it here?" I scream back, annoyed that neither of my parents would let me enjoy my breakfast. "It's too heavy." My mother replies, and I can hear the smile on her face. I get up and sluggishly drag myself to the door, still wearing sweats I had worn to bed. before I can register anything I see my mom standing there with a huge smile on her face, and standing right beside her is my one and only boyfriend, Harry Styles. "HARRY?!" I yell incredulously. He just smiles, opening his arms and I gladly jump into them, crashing my lips onto his, not caring if my mother was standing there. Harry on the other hand did seem to care, and he lightly pulled his lips away, winking then setting me down. "Nice to finally meet my daughter's amazing boyfriend," My mother says, smiling as if she hadn't just seen her daughter attempt to snog the life out of her boyfriend. Harry holds out his free hand, shaking my mother's. "Harry Styles." He said politely and my mom smiles. "So I've heard. Come in, have some breakfast." She says, leading the way to the kitchen. Harry wraps his arm around my shoulder, and I still can't get over the fact that he's there in my house.
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