THIS IS IMPORTANT!
I'm clearing this up now before I get a lot of questions about it! THIS STORY WILL NOT BE ENDING ANY TIME SOON! And when it does end, I have a sequel already planned :) That's it! Enjoy Chapter 22!
After our whole explosion and make up in the store, we spent the whole ride to Harry's families home smiling and just holding hands, like two idiots in love. Everything I said was true. I was in love Harry Styles.
"Do you know how happy Louis' going to be when I tell him that we're really dating now? He would sneak into my room the nights when we stayed at our own houses and stand over me and say 'you love Rue and you know it' like a mad man!" Harry said, breaking the silence between us.
"I find it sad that I can actually standing there doing that! I'm surprised that Darcy didn't do that to me! Oh, yeah. Darcy and I made plans to move in together in March! I know you'll be on tour, so I need someone to keep me company while you're gone." March was only three months away. Only two more months till my birthday and I turn 19!
"That's great, babe! I really hope you don't get mad when I tell you this, but one night when you were sleeping I got your mums phone number and we've been talking and when we have our show in Romania you will be flown down and we are going to stay there for a week." Harry's news was like a bomb to me. Of course, I wanted him to meet my family, but I didn't like the idea of him talking to my mother without my knowledge of it purely because I knew she'd tell him things that I was embarrased of.
"You've been talking to my mother? Oh god, what'd she tell you?!" I ask him with my big eyes practically jumping out of their sockets.
"We didn't talk about you, we just planned it all. After we start the tour, Romania is our 2nd country to go to, so you'll be spending your birthday with me!" He said with a cheecky smile that made his dimples poke out.
"I'm happy about the second part, but are you sure you want to meet my family and stay with them for a week? You'll be able to understand nothing they say, and half of it when the speak english, which only my mother, father, brothers, and sisters can do." I looked at him, giving him, what I had hoped would be, a concerned look. Poor boy. He'd be lost at the Rotar Manor. With the size of our home, he wouldn't know where to go and with the native language of our ancestors, wouldn't know what to say.
"Rue, I'll be fine. I have you to translate everything!"
"We're here!" He screamed to get me to drop the subject. I normally won our arguements but I knew I would get no where with this one. I rolled my eyes at him and opened my door while grabbing my two bags from the back seat of his Range Rover and walked to the front of the car and waited for him.
His head emerged from the inside of the car and he closed the door and locked his SUV and joined me on the sidewalk. I knew I looked nervous and he could tell I was nervous as well. "You'll be fine, Rue. There's nothing to worry about."
He grabbed my hand and led me to the front door where he didn't even hesitate to knock, instead he just pushed it open. We walked inside and found three people laying on the couch watching T.V. The home was spacious and filled with neutral browns and tan colors.
"Harry! You're home! And this must be Rue!" said a girl who looked to be Gemma, his sister as she pushed herself off the couch and tackled her brother in a hug. His mother and step father rose off the couch and walked in my direction.
"Hi, I'm Anne, Harry's mum. And this is Joe, my husband." I thought she was going to just shake my hand so I was surprised when she grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into a motherly hug. I instantly lost all my nerves and I just mealted into her hug. She pulled away from me with her hands still on my shoulders. "My, Harry. Isn't she a pretty one?"
I turned to look at Harry who had his arm over his sisters shoulder. "She sure is."
My face blushed and I could feel it so I knew it was bad. We all had our intodroducitons and I could tell that everyone here was a hugger, which I quickly grew immune to. We stayed down in the living room for about thirty minutes, just watching T.V. and enjoying each others company with Harry's hand in mine before we all went our seperate ways and headed to bed. They were fine with Harry and I sleeping in the same room so I just stayed in there.
"See, I told you there was nothing to worry about!" Harry said as he flopped onto the bed next to me.
"I was just nervous. I like them, they're all really nice," I told him. "I'm really tired though, so I'm going to bed. Night." I said and rolled over to my side with my back facing him.
"Night, love" was the last thing I heard before Harry wrapped me in his strong arms and I fell asleep.