"Excuse me?" I yell. "You can't tell me who I can and can't see!"
"I think you'll find I can, I'm your mother!"
I am an adult, she can't make decisions for me! She shakes her head, analyzing my anger.
"No you can't!" I am my own person now! I can make decisions for myself!"
"Mollie, you have known this boy for just under a month! You know what these stars are all after."
I grunt.
"You're wrong mum. Harry isn't like that!"
"He's a boy. They're all like that."
How can she be so judgmental. Although...I was when I first met Harry. Is this how I came across when he first met me? I hope not. I intended to portray myself in a better light than this.
She rubs her head in frustration.
"Mum I love him." I break out.
"Oh for Christ's sakes Mollie, no you dont! You said you loved Ryan and look how that turned out for you!"
"I did love him!" I agree. "But I'm in love with Harry!"
She eats my words. Taking a seat on the sofa, slowly digesting them.
I sit beside her with hesitation.
Mum I swear to you this is different."
"Mum I really do." I whisper. "He gives me all these feelings that I just can't explain to you. I feel safe, wanted, loved...I feel home when I'm with him."
She looks into my eyes, studying the honesty.
"Mum, I never meant to lie to you. Or for me to tell you like this. I didn't think I would ever need to because I never thought that this would happen. But it did. And I'm glad it did." I pick my nails with nerves. "Mum I love him. Please. Just give him a chance. Get to know him. I did."
"But sweetie." She sighs. "Don't you think that getting into a relationship with a celebrity is a little bit dodgy. I mean your life won't be as private as it is now."
"I don't care uom. As long as I'm with him. Mum please." I croak. "I'm so so sorry. But I've never felt this way before. Just give him a chance?"
She scans my desperation.
"Please?"
She sighs.
"Fine. But if I'm not happy with him then you must end it."
I shake my head.
"I'm not going to do that."
"I'm only thinking of you Mollie."
"No mum. You really don't understand how I feel! This isn't like before okay? I promise you. I haven't felt this way in a long time! Just please believe me. He's different."
She raises her eyebrows. "Okay..." She moans. "I'm trusting you."
I smile in accomplishment.
"Thank you." I whisper. "You'll love him."
"We'll see..." she stands, giving me a kiss on the forehead and heading upstairs. She still seems irritated but oh well. At least she has agreed to meet him.
She will love him. Harry has a charm about him that can win anyone over, which has recently been proven.
I wonder upstairs, pulling out my phone from my pocket.
To: Harry:
Started bad, got better towards the end! She wants to meet you. X
My hands shake as I send the text. I should probably call Stella to explain everything.
I dial her number, waiting for her to answer.
"Hello?"
"Hi Stella."
"Where the hell did you go?" She giggles, sounding a lot more happier than I had expected.
"He apologized, I accepted it and then-"
"You kissed?"
Even though she wasn't in the room, I still flush red.
"Yes" I gulp.
"It's meant to be." She teases. "Was your mum mad?"
"Yup." I pop the 'p'. "But now she wants to meet him."
"Really? When?"
"Don't know. When ever Harry is free I guess?"
"I can't believe you are actually a couple now! That's crazy! My best friend is going out with the Harry Styles!"
Her obsessive, over reacting fangirl side is coming out.
"Thanks for waiting by the way." I laugh. "Sorry you have to put up with my mum."
"Yeah, you owe me! I had no clue what to say to her!
"Well it's done now." I sigh, "anyway I should probably get some sleep. Speak to you soon."
"Night."
"Night."
My mum is going to question Harry like crazy. There is no way I am leaving them alone together. I just hope she likes him. I don't see why she shouldn't. If she sees how funny he is then maybe she will allow the relationship to continue?
I yawn, snuggling down into bed, my phone vibrating on my dresser.
From: Harry
Sounds good to me. When? .X
To: Harry
Whenever you're free. I warn you, she will be hard work. X
It's true. She is going to be such hard work. She's much like me in the sense that she is stubborn and hates to change her opinion or be wrong about something.
My phone buzzes.
From: Harry
I won you over. It shouldn't be too hard :) .X
I laugh, turning red as I reply.
My eyes become heavy as I rest my head back into the soft pillows. I think an early night is the best opinion.
...
I wake up to the noise of a hair dryer coming from the end of my bed. Mum?
"Mum what are you doing?" I groan, rubbing my tired eyes.
"Drying my hair?" She shrugs.
"While I was sleeping?!"
"It's half 10 Mollie, you have to wake up at some point."
I roll my eyes, feeling slightly irritated at the fact that she woke me.
I get out of bed, headed to the kitchen for some breakfast. Scrambled eggs was this morning's cravings, so that's what I made. The weather seemed lovely out. I wonder what Harry is doing today?
I quickly eat, strolling back upstairs, debating in my head on what to wear.
"Mum!" I snap, watching her text on my phone. "What are you doing?!"
"Texting." She speaks with ease.
I snatch it out of her hands. "Texting who?"
"Harry."
I lift my head up.
"What? Why?" I scroll through the conversation.
"He text. And I read it. I was in the middle of replying to him but then-"
"It's my phone." I scream. "What did he say?" I look at the screen.
From: Harry
I can come over today if you like? To meet your mum .X
I look up, a grin planted on her face. I I return my attention back to the phone.
To: Harry
Mollies mum here. Sounds great Harry. 12 o'clock?
"Mum!" I yell. "Why did you reply, it's my phone!"
"Do you want me to meet him or not?"
I roll my eyes. "Of course I do. But you shouldn't have texted him or even been on my phone for that matter!"
She doesn't reply. I pick clothes out from my wooden wardrobe, walking into the bathroom for a hot shower.
...
*11:55*
Harry is going to be here any minute. I don't even know how this is going to go. It could turn out the way I planned, mum liking him and accepting that we were going to be together. Or it completely backfires and she hates him and I will have to sneak out to see him. Which is not what I want!
Knock knock knock.
I race to the door in attempt to beat my mum. She rolls her eyes, walking into the kitchen.
Stella?
"Hi!" she smiles, inviting herself in. She always did that?
"Stella, you can't be here. Harry is coming over." I fluster.
"I've seen him before?"
"No." I whine "He's coming over to meet my mum!"
"Oh." She longs out the word. "Sorry maybe we could meet for a coastal later?"
"Sure." I smile.
"Good luck." She hugs you, racing out of the door.
I head back into the kitchen, pouring myself a drink. My hand shakes as I bring the glass to my mouth. Why am I so nervous?
Knock knock knock.
I chuck the content of my glass down the sink, running back towards the door.
"Hi." Harry sings, holding a small bunch of flowers. He seems awfully jolly for someone who needs to impress my mum. His eyes scan my face. "Are you okay?" He frowns.
"Yeah." I sigh. "I'm just really really nervous."
"Don't be. I have the charm remember?" He winks, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
I open the door wider inviting him in.
"Are those for me?" I blush "they look lov-"
"Actually no." He laughs. "They're for your mum."
Oops.
"Oh. Good idea." I smile. "Sweeten her up."
"That was the plan." He grins.
I smile, walking into the kitchen, Harry confidently following. I can feel my heart pumping out of my chest. My mum appears at the counter, a surprisingly happy expression on her face. My body trembles with nerves.
"Hello." Harry hands out his right hand, preparing to shake. "I'm Harry. Lovely to meet you."
"I'm Sharon." She grins, carrying out the same gesture.
"These are for you." Harry gives her the roses, my mother's eyes widening in surprise. "I hope you like them."
I look to Harry, a cheeky grin printed on his face, both dimples showing.
My Mum takes a sniff, closing her eyes. "They're lovely, thank you."
She places them down on the counter. Turning back to Harry and I.
"Shall we go to the garden?" She suggests, her tone of voice implying we had no choice.
We nod, our eyes watching her as she walks out the back door.
"Stop worrying Mollie." Harry assures. "It's going to be fine."
"I can't help it. She's going to ask you so many questions, and be extremely embarrassing that you probably won't want to be with me after this."
He laughs, not take my words seriously.
"Don't be silly. It's going to go fine. Trust me."
He guides me out back, his hand resting on my hip as we step through the door and into the garden. Here we go...
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