"It is so lovely to meet you Penelope. I'm so happy you could join us." He gives me a hug and I can't help but feel completely welcome in that moment. It's a real genuine hug. He gives me a squeeze before letting me go. I notice his eyes are glassy and I realize he probably hasn't all of his children together in years. This poor man.

"Well come in, come in." We walk into the house. It takes a second for my eyes to adjust. We stand at the entryway, stairs in front of us, a living room area to our left and dining room to our right. It smells like cinnamon and roasting fire and it's so warm.

"Rooms are ready. Penelope you have the guest room with the bathroom. Harry can show you where."

"Uh pop. Penelope and I will share a room."

"Oh I didn't...erm alright." He looks embarrassed. I wonder if he's not comfortable with that.

"Thank you Mr. Winters that would be lovely. I'll get a break from this one's snoring." I say poking Harry. He gives me a confused look but before he says anything I interrupt him. "Would you mind showing me to my room, Harry? I need to use the bathroom."

"Uh right." He starts up the stairs and I give Mr. Winters a quick smile before following him up.

"Main bathroom is here", he points to door in front of us, "Keke's room and Michael's room", he points to the doors to our right, "and over here is mine and this one is apparently yours."

We walk to the first door on the left and Harry opens the door. It's a smaller room with white walls and cast iron bed frame. There's one weathered wood looking dresser with a mirror on the wall opposite the bed.

"Closet is there and bathroom is here." He points to the door next to the dresser and the door on the wall behind us which is the bathroom. "Why aren't you sleeping with me again?" He asks putting my bag down.

"Your dad didn't seem comfortable with it and I want to respect his wishes. I wouldn't be comfortable if he wasn't."

He lets out a sigh and walks to me, pulling me in. "You're cute, ya know?" He gives me a soft kiss before letting me go. "I'm gonna drop off my bags. Meet us downstairs when you're ready."

I go into the bathroom and see a claw tub with wood board across and candle placed on top. What a sweet touch. I would definitely draw myself a nice bath tonight and relax.

After going to the bathroom and hanging up my sweaters and dress I brought, I head downstairs. I hear laughing in the back of the house so I take a right at the stairs. The living room has a completely stone wall with fireplace and mantel with pictures on top. The fireplace isn't on though so I wonder where the smell is coming from.

I walk further back and to the left I walk into an amazing, fully renovated chef kitchen. It's the size of my living room and bedroom in my apartment. I walk to the door at the end into a beautiful family room. The ceilings are vaulted with wooden beams across the center and a candle holder looking chandelier hanging from the center. The wall facing the valley is completely windows with a massive fireplace on the other end. A giant light brown leather sectional faces towards the fireplace that has a big screen TV on it.

Harry, his dad and Michael are watching cricket drinking what I assume are beers. I go and sit down next to Harry.

"The house is beautiful. This room is amazing." I say as Harry hands me a beer.

"Thanks. We built the addition a while back after I joined the band." Harry says focusing back on the game. I feel like there's more to it that he doesn't want to talk about right now.

We watched cricket and chatted for a few more hours, Mr. Winters or Thomas as he wanted me to call him, asked me all about myself and life in the states. He seemed like such a loving person. I wondered if he has ever dated after Harry's mom died. He seems kind of lonely.

Michael had left a little while ago to go get their sister. I was a little nervous to meet her based on what the boys had said but they are her brothers and probably exaggerate.

"The Queen is heeeerreee." I hear her muffled voice through the wall.

Harry and his dad both stand anticipating her arrival so I do too. We turn towards the entrance in time to see her walk through. She's stunning. She has dark hair like Harry but with a little more chestnut in it. I can see she has Harry's bright blue eyes from here too. She looks kind of like Emilia Clarke.

"Harry!" She runs over to him and he engulfs her in a big hug. "It's so good to see you brother." They let go and she turns to me. "And you must be Penelope. It's wonderful to meet you darling. I'm so glad you are here."

She pulls me into a hug and I see Harry's eyebrows raise up in question and shock. This must not be normal for her?

"It's nice to meet you too". I say still looking at Harry. He's smiling now.

She releases me. "You are absolutely gorgeous. Your skin is amazing, what is your skin care routine?"

Harry laughs knowing I don't have one.

"Uh Cetaphil?" I say not knowing really what to say.

"Lotion? No Toner? Retinol? Anything?" She asks confused.

"Um no. Just cleanser and lotion."

"Wow. I am utterly jealous of your genes then. Amazing. Mine are shit. I have like a nine step process I do twice a day. You can try it if you want."

"She doesn't need any of your crap." Harry says moving his sister out of the way and putting his arm around me. "She's perfect the way she is."

"Oh my God since when did you get all romantic, Harry? Also fuck off it's not crap but aww you guys are cute." Mr. Winters clears his throat. She turns towards her dad. "Daddy! I didn't forget about you." She runs over to him and Harry and I sit back down on the couch.

He gives me a quick kiss. "I mean it. You don't need any of that shit. It's just to make money."

"Thank you." I kiss him again before laying my head on his shoulder.

"So has she run yet?" Michael comes in holding a plate with a sandwich.

"Still here. Trying to be converted though." Harry says. I assume they are talking about me.

"Oh both of you piss off." Keke says sitting on the other side of the couch now. "We are going to be fast friends, aren't we Penelope?"

I nod and smile, hoping she means it.

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