"Oh baby, I don’t blame you that’s a lot to take in, let alone tell your parents about." She slides me a cup of teach across the table.
"Thank you for coming." I clutch the mug in my hand and watch the steam roll around in the air, bending and waving and vanishing.
"I had been waiting for that call for a while. I just wasn’t expecting the rest of this." My mom’s laughter filling the room, shaking it free of the melancholia.
"Mom what am I supposed to do?" I lay my head dramatically on the table which only makes her laugh more.
"Holl, the only thing to do." I roll my face over to stare up at her. I know exactly the answer.
"He’ll understand." Her hand swiping over my hair. I close my eyes and bask in the comfort of this gesture, just like she used to do so many times before in my childhood.
"Why don’t you come over for dinner tonight. Daddy is dying to see you. Mac is home for the summer, and she has been asking for you."
Mac! I missed her so much, she was spared from all the drama, cushioned by her first year at university in the states. My little sister a Julliard musician.
"He has been wanting to meet you all as well. We will be there." I sit up and take a sip from my mug.
"So tell me," my Mother giggles like a school girl "What’s it like dating a super star!"
"But let’s see what all the fuss is about shall we!" My Mother begins to type in Harry’s name in the search engine.
"Mom don’t you dare google him!" My face flushing red. I lunge for the phone and she stand up holding it higher than I can reach.
"Are you really going to make me jump for it?" I stomp my feet like a five year old, something I never did myself as a child.
"MOM!" I struggle to pull her arm down. We are fighting over the phone and don’t notice the company that has joined us.
"Don’t believe any of that rubbish, it’s mostly a lie." Harry is standing in the kitchen staring in mock disbelief.
My Mother straightens up and looks Harry up and down and turns to me and smiles.
"Hey, I’m Harry." He gives a little wave towards my Mother as he locks, and unlocks his knees in what I can only imagine as nerves.
"So nice to meet you Harry." She crosses the room towards her. Harry instinctively holds out his hand to shake hers. My mother throws back her head with laughter.
"We are a hugging kind of family." She says.
I see him relax as his smile spreads across his face producing those dimples of his I love so much. He practically throws himself into my Mother’s arms.
"Pleasure to meet you Mrs. Smith." He says as she releases him.
"Oh please call me Tammy!" she waves her hands dismissing Mrs. Smith.
"Pleasure to meet you Tammy."
"Pleasure is all mine."
My Mother retreats to the dinning room table.
"Hi, what are you doing here?" I look up at Harry, butterflies flapping like crazy in my stomach. I wondered to myself if that feeling would ever die. I hope it doesn’t.
"When Liam left to pick up Becky because she said you took off, I was worried. Did the audition not go well?"
"It was very nice to meet you Harry, hopefully we will see you dinner tonight." My Mother stoops down to grab her purse from the floor, tossing her phone back in.
"Right, Harry my Mother has invited the two of us over for dinner at their place tonight." I look nervously at Harry.
"I figured," He chuckles. "Wouldn’t miss it. See you tonight Tammy."
"Bye baby, I missed you." She says smoothing her hands down either side of my face and lightly kissing my forehead.
"I miss you too." I give her a hug, catching myself struggling to let her go.
She stops to give Harry another hug.
"Tonight, 8 o’clock." She waves once more than she is out the back door.
"So?" Harry probs.
I take in a deep breath.
"Want some tea?"
"Holland." Harry says tilting his head accusatory at me.
"The auditions went more than great actually. I have been requested for all of the tours, and even some Broadway shows."
Harry crosses the room toward me scooping me up in his arms and spinning me around the kitchen.
"I am so proud of you Love." He kisses me, and all my worries dissipate, for now.
"I was so worried about what this all means for us." Harry’s brows knit together.
"Well, it means we will have to figure it out as we go. Just like any other normal couple."
"Because in every normal relationship one person is a rock star and the other a touring dancer."
"I thought you knew that’s what a normal relationship was like." He mocks me.
"Ever witty Styles."
His arms lock around my waist as he pulls me in tightly against him.
"Ever sassy Smith." he teases
"You ain’t seen nothing yet." I kiss his collar bone and his eyes close in satisfaction.
"I’m just getting started sweet heart." His hands moving down slowly and grabbing my butt.
"Harry Styles! I’m a lady." I bat my eyelashes as if I am offended by his actions.
"This is awkward, because I thought you were this highly priced escort girl that Louis bought for me. Do you mind going for a run, she should be here any minute." His devilish grin creeping across his lips and his eyes darkening.
My mouth falls open in shock and amusement. I beat at his chest.
"I can’t believe you just said that to me." I laugh and try and squirm my way out of his vice grip.
"You can forget about it now Harry!" I cry out as I struggle. He has me pinned up against a wall now.
He begins his assault, kissing down my neck from my ear.
"I said… forget about it…" I gasp as his hands start to make their way around my body. His hips locking me into place.
"You are such a bastard." I sigh as I give in. My hands locking in his hair, I pull his lips up to mine. Our kiss wild and hungry.
His tongue exploring my mouth, dancing and befriending mine. His hands grab my hips, lifting me up the wall. I tighten my legs around his waist and I tug eagerly at his shirt. He all to happily obliges.
In a few swift moves, Harry has me down to just my bra and underwear. I push the thought of all the practice he must have had to be that good out of my mind. None of that mattered, he was mine now.
He carries me out of the kitchen bumping into walls as we go. A photo frame crashing to the ground in the hall. He throws open the French doors to my room. We tumble onto the bed, Harry still pinning me down.
"You are so sexy right now." I bite at his earlobe.
"I want to do dirty things to you." He gruffs, kissing me savagely.
"I want you to rock me." I couldn’t help myself. I burst out laughing. Harry crashes over to his side.
"I can’t believe you just said that." He is in total amusement.
"I’m sorry." I can hardly breath I am laughing so hard.
"Way to kill the mood." He smirks shaking his head.
"They are you’re words." I roll on to him, looking into his eyes.
"Yes, yes they are." He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Let’s see if I can salvage this situation." I kiss a trail down him his chin to the button of his black jeans. I slowly undo the button and pull down his zipper. Harry’s body shifts. I pull of his jeans and his boxers. I slowly slip my lips over him. grabbing his hips I let him sink into me. He wiggles and moans, and I pick up the pace. Suddenly he sits up and grabs my arms lifting me up.
He rolls me over, and is spreading my legs apart with his. I naturally respond by locking my legs around his hips. He thrusts slowly into me and I arch my back off the bed as he fills me. My hips thrusting to connect with his. He is moving so slowly it is torture. I use all my strength to sit up and knock him back. I lean forward, steadying myself by placing my hands on his chest, covering his swallows. I begin to shift, and thrust and wind my hips. His fingers dig into my hips as I quicken. I throw my head back as I let go, my body tightening around him. I ride out the intense orgasm as he finds his, thrusting up and then stilling. I collapse on top of him completely out of breath.
"Well I think you managed to salvage it alright." He says breathlessly, pushing back my hair and kissing my forehead.
I smile at him and nuzzle my face into his neck. He stays inside me, content. Neither of us wanting to move yet.
"How are we going to do this when we are both on tour?"
"Oh I’m sure we will find a way, or many." He says cheekily.
"I should tell you," I look over at him as I rest on his chest. "Taylor’s choreographer requested I join the tour. I turned it down for everyone’s best interest."
A quick expression crosses his face, once I don’t recognize.
"Smart move." He says kissing me softly.
"So are you going to help me pick a tour?" I smile brightly at him.
"I’d be honored."