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Harry watched her as slides out of the car. She never really jumped out or stepped off because of her height difference. Her Jeep was too elevated off the ground. He found it adorable. She locked and closed the door before trotting to him and grabbing his hand.

Harry noticed how she pulled on the sleeves of her shirt and how she buttoned up. He could see that she was nervous and it was a nice change. “Do I look okay?” She whispered as they entered the dorm. “Should have worn makeup” she said under her breath.

“You look stunnin. Stop worrying” Harry reassured her, nudging her hand from her hair. “They don’t bite. I promise” He whispered as he pulled her towards the foyer of the dorm.

“Wait, Harry!” She stopped him, she was suddenly very concerned and anxious. She wanted to make a good first impression and Harry had barely spoken about his parents. Therefore, Y/N didn’t have the slightest idea of how to approach them. “What do I say?”

“Just be you” She inhaled deeply in an attempt to calm her heart rate. Y/N also felt a bit uncomfortable being in the dorm. She felt like it was something prohibited even though it wasn’t.

“Mum” Harry called out as they walked up to a small sitting area by the fireplace. The first thing that Y/N noticed was how nicely they were both dressed. She could see the resemblance. Y/N could see where Harry had gotten his luscious head of hair but he defiantly had his mother’s eyes.

Harry’s dad got up as soon as he noticed them. He was just as tall as Harry. They looked like printed copies except he had salted peppered hair.

“This is Y/N” Harry introduced her as she nervously leaned forward and stretched out a hand.

Harry’s dad cheekily winked at his son then shifted his attention back to Y/N.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Mr.Styles,” She said as soon as he shook her hand.

“It's nice to finally put a face to your name. We’ve heard lots about you” He said with an American accent. “Although, he has been very secretive about you” Y/N giggled and glaze at Harry for a second. it was true had had only mentioned very over the surface about her.

“You are gorgeous,” Mrs. Styles said before anyone else could say something else. “Hello” she breathed, stretching her hand out for Y/N which she gracefully took without any hesitation.

“Good evening, Mrs. Styles” Harry stood back and watched the most important women currently in his life interact with one another.

“Please call me Anne” she insisted, taking the stress and tension fall off Y/N. “Now where is this wonderful cafe that you keep talking about?”

“It’s just a few blocks away. Is that alright?” Harry threw an arm over his mother’s shoulders as he guided her out of the dorm and towards another exit.

“It’s fine. As long as it has some decent food” Harry stretched out his other hand for Y/N to take when he noticed that she was quietly drifting behind.

Y/N quietly figured out where he was taking them. It was a cute, cozy cafe that served all types of food only a couple of blocks away from school.

“what would you like?” Harry asked her as they finally arrived at the cute coffee shop.

“Coffee. Please” She shyly said as the three stared at her. “Would you like some help?” She asked, slowly rising from her seat.

“No need to” Harry smiled at her before going up to order.

The family ordered coffee for everyone and a few of everything. They had been traveling most of the day. Hence, why they were starving.

The conversation naturally started flowing with Mr. Styles asking Y/N what her parents did for a living, where she lived, and what was she studying. Harry’s mother was too entertained eating a chocolate croissant to interrupt but eventually joined.

They spoke about America and how different it was from England. Mrs. Styles also made sure to openly invite Y/N to England. The conversation eventually drifted to the two of them when they took charge and shared different anecdotes and jokes. Harry and his father sat back only to share here and there.

Harry didn’t mind remaining silent as he got the opportunity to watch her and the way she expressed herself. It was mesmerizing how she gesticulated and emphasized her points using her hands.

“I am sure your parents come and visit all the time. How lucky to live so close to you. I wish I could see my Harry that often” Mrs. Styles reared up instantly. They had just arrived, but she already missed him. Y/N tensed yo at the mention of her parents and couldn’t help feeling jealous that Harry had loving parents always willing to travel to see him.

Harry looked up at his mom and slightly shook his head, hinting at her that parents were a touchy subject for Y/N. Mrs. Styles instantly caught up and moved on.

“This has been lovely, but unfortunately I have to get going. I have an early class tomorrow” Y/N apologized, remembering that she still had to make herself some lunch and do laundry.

“Of course! Thank you for joining us, Y/N. I am so happy to finally meet you” Mrs. Styles pulled her into a hug. “Please come visit”.

“Thank you for having me. I hope you see you both soon and you enjoy your stay” Y/N said as she hugged Mr. Styles too.

“I’ll be back in a few,” Harry said to them before following after her. “Hey” he called out for her and stopped her. “Thank you for coming. You were so sweet”.

“I hope they like me” she whispered. Now nervous to know what impression they had of her.

Harry smiled and kissed her making a chill spread down her back.

“I am sure they do” he reassured her, pushing a strand of her hair back after it had gone rogue. “why are you pouting?” Harry tilted his head sideways, waiting for an explanation. He ran his fingers across her untucked lip, withholding his desire to bite it.

Harry chuckled and kissed her softly and took his time. His hands inched with the desire to touch her.

“I have to go” she exhaled loudly as she gently pulled away.

“Drive safe” he called out to her. “Text me when you get home”. She turned and smiled at him before continuing to walk. He waited until she had disappeared before heading back inside. “What do you think?” He asked, sitting down beside his mother.

“She is really sweet. I like her” Harry smiled back at his mother. “Is she officially your girlfriend?”

“Yes,” Harry lies not wanting to worry them or let them think that things were complicated.

“Good” Mr. Styles smiled as they left the cafe. Harry insisted on accompanying his parents to the hotel before going back to the dorm.

He texted her as soon as he got back to his room. Ending the day with a golden broach.

Thank you for today. I am so lucky to have you. Sweet dreams.

Monday came around like every other day. Harry rushed around his dorm room trying to get everything for class since he had woken up relatively late.

He had lunch with Sarah, who confessed her initial annoyingness towards Y/N. Things had changed for her since the weekend.

In the afternoon, Harry had an organic chemistry class on the other side of campus. A class that he had tried his best not to dislike, but it had been impossible lately. Especially since the professor always appeared to be angry and dull.

He sat by the window so it would allow him to get a bit distracted and not fall asleep as easily. As expected, the processor walked in with his permanent frown. He looked like he hated breathing the same air as them. He instantly directed them to their book and handed out a worksheet for people to develop in couples.

Harry worked on it quickly not wanting to do to have to take it home. However, he is interrupted by honking. His attention drifts to the source of it. He double takes not believing his eyes.

“Do you see her?” Harry nudged Ganesh who he was partnered. He chuckled and shook his head at Harry.

“You are one lucky son of a bitch, Harry Styles” He responded as they both looked over at her.

She had parked across a street and under a tree. Y/N waves and motions him to come out.

“What are you still doing here?” Ganesh asked, “go live a little” he insisted.

Harry smiled to himself as he considered every possible outcome of not attending class. He quickly threw everything in his backpack and waited until the professor turned to look at his laptop to sneak out.

“what are you doing here?” He laughed with his arms wide open. “wait, how do you know my schedule?”

“Too many questions! Get in!”.