"to...to cheshire?" i hesitantly ask.
"yes. i want you to meet my family. i've met yours." he whispers into my ear.
"well.....umm....i would love to." i say. i was nervous. nervous that i would mess up if i met his family and they wouldn't like me. wait....would they?
"then go get ready and pack. we're leaving soon." he continues.
"okay..." i said, standing up.
"wait!" he said.
"first, you owe me a kiss." he says.
"since when?" i ask. he gives me a pouty look.
"even if i didn't, i still would." i say, leaning in. i place my lips on his and let him lead the way. the kiss ends after i don't know....10 minutes?
"now, go get ready." he says. i grab my keys and go home. i get a small suitcase and pile my clothes and other things into it. i put on a dandilion yellow cardigan, ontop of a white blouse, and skinny jeans.
"LOVE?" he asks downstairs.
"how did you get in here?" i ask.
"oh. and yes?" i finish.
"are you ready?" he says.
"oh. and i found your spare keys under the doormat."
"okay haz. im ready." i say coming down the stairs.
"wow." he says.
"what?" i ask, not knowing why he said 'wow'
"you look amazing." he said.
"oh harry, how i love you." i say.
"me too. lets go." he says, interwining his fingers with mine. we stand for a minute, and then he picks up my suitcase and carries it to his car. then, we hop in and drive to cheshire for 3 hours. i slept most of it. once we got there, harry drove me straight to his parents house.
"well, we're here love." he said. I grumbled as I got out of the car.
“where are we?” I ask with a creaky voice.
“my flat. We’re going to meet my parents and Gemma tonight, at a resturaunt.” He says. I suddenly perk up.
“ohmygosh! Yay!” I say. He pulls me into a tight hug. We put our things away and change. We wander around the streets and joke off; he even made me hold 2 doves. At the end of the day, we went to his flat (in Cheshire) and got ready. I wore a long, red dress.
“ready?” I ask.
“yes, love.” He says, stepping down from the stairs.
“wow.” We say at the same time.
“you look fantastic!” I say.
“and so do you, babe” he replied.
“shall we?” he asked, offering me his hand; as we went out, being greeted by a limo.
"after you" he said, holding the door for me.
"thanks, babe" i say. we drive for fifteen minutes and end up in a beautiful resturaunt.