Never expecting the unexpected

When Sophie meets Harry Styles backstage, crying after one of the concerts on his tour, she comforts the boys shes only ever dreamt of meeting. She never ever dreamt that she would end up being the girl every girl dreamed of being. How will sophie cope with the media, love, lies, friendships and tragedies that come with being the girlfriend of Harry Styles?


26. Meet the parents

I got home from Harry and Louis’ place at quatre to tweleve and grabbed my dancing bag and ran all the way to dancing. Panting and spluttering everywhere i got into the room and quickly went and got changed into my black leotard pink ballet tights and pointe shoes. Shoving my hair up into a scruffy bun i made my way to the hall, the hard bits on my pointe shoes tapping on the ground letting anybody know i was coming.

After three hours of solid dancing i got changed into jeans and a hoodie and walked outside. There was a massive commotion and loads of girls crowding around someone. He didn’t. “Hey babe” he called from the centre of the circle of girsl surrounding him. I felt like slapping my hand to my head in laughter. “What are you doing here” i asked running up to him. H lifted me up and kissed me gently on the nose. The girls surrounding harry were now giving me the dirtiest looks i had ever u, received in my life. And it hurt. Inside. I wasn’t going to get upset. Being Harry’s girlfriend came with a price and this price was hate and fame.

“Its my mum and stepdad they want to meet you, so would you like to  come round for dinner at my mum and stepdad’s palce in two weekends time. It would mean going away all weekend as we’d have to go to Cheshire. And we MIGHT be away for your birthday...but i figured it might be fun, and my parents want to get to know you as they have only seen pictures in magazines and stuff” he said. I didn’t know whether i was allowed to go, i was only fifteen after all. I mean almost sixteen but going off with my seventeen year old, band member boyfriend might be pushing my mums boundries. “I’ll ask my mum. I would love to come though” i said and Harry drove me home in his car. I gently kissed him on the lips and hopped out of the car onto the driveway. “See you  next weekend?” i asked him as i got out of the car. “I cant sorry babe, me and the boys are going up to Liverpool to do a tour and then to Manchester and then Cardiff, so i cant see you until we go round my parents” he said sadly. My heart sunk. “Okay, well i’ll see you then. Ill be counting down the days” i said and figuring i wouldn’t be seeing harry for two weeks as he was still on tour i went into the car and gave him a massive comforting and meaniful goodbye kiss. "Im going to miss you babe" he said stroking my cheek. "Right back at you Hazza" i said and We said our goodbyes and i watched harry drive away into the foggy evening.

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