Part 2: Same Mistakes

So basically, Me and Harry are together in this story and he's been away on tour for awhile. Jake is my character's ex that tried to kidnap her but was unsuccessful twice. And uh.. yeah enjoy (:


5. Family.

Lauren's View.

Then i decided to tell Harry that my Mum and dad would like to meet him. He agreed to go, so we got dressed and ready to go. I wore a navy blue shirt that shows the shoulders and wore some white short shorts with it. Harry wore a light blue tee-shirt and some black skinny jeans. Then we got in my car. We got there within 10 minutes and we rang the doorbell. We waited patiently for a few seconds, and then my Mum opened the door. "Welome! Lauren, is this your new boyfriend?" she asked. "Yes, This is Harry." Harry put out his hand for her to shake and she shook his hand. "He looks alot like one of your post-" My mum started to say, but i cut her off. I didn't want Harry to know that i had a room filled with pictures of him and the boys. " May we come in?" I asked, trying to change the subject."Sure. Come on in!" she said. We came in and Harry looked around. Everything was spotless like usual. Harry grabbed my hand and we took a seat on the soft brown couch. I remembered how i always loved sitting on that couch when i was younger because it was almost like you were sitting on a cloud. Then my dad came in and said "Lauren?? Why do you have your poster sitting next to you?" I turned red and Harry looked at me confused. I guess I couldn't hide it forever. "Uh no dad, This is my boyfriend." Harry looked up at him with his bright green eyes and my dad said "If i could count the many times I've heard that.." I looked at the ground. I knew my parents would be embarassing when I finally brought a boy to meet them.   But Harry shook his hand anyways and said "I'm Harry." in his slow British accent that i adore. My dad said "Oh, I know, she used to have loads of pictures of-" I cut him off. I don't want this to go the direction it was going. "Uh dad, can I talk to you for a minute? Be right back Harry." I went into the kitchen with my dad and said "Can you not embarass me?" He laughed a bit and said "Well he's eventually going to find out that you used to spend your time stalking him!!" I was getting kinda mad. I didn't stalk him.. it was research. Yeah, research. I told him not to say anything else about it and he agreed. But i knew he would still find a way to embarass me. I walked back in and Harry was looking at the tv screen. My mom was showing him some of our home videos. I did a facepalm. There was no leaving without being embarassed. It was the video my Mum got of me when i was 2 and i was about to take a bath, but my dad played my favorite song and i was dancing. He was watching me, the naked 2 year old dancing to Livin la vida loca. He laughed, and i tried to laugh with him, but i felt like crying. I decided that i couldn't take anymore of this, so i grabbed Harry's hand and said "Bye Mum, Bye Dad. I might come back in a few months.." They waved and said "Bye, Love you guys! Good luck with your dream boy, Doll!" My mum always called me Doll. Ever since i was like 3. I didn't like it because sometimes dolls creep me out. Especially the baby dolls that can open and shut their eyes. Me and Harry walked back to the car and said "Your parents are funny!!" I wish i could agree, but they weren't funny. They were just embarassing. "I didn't think that video was very funny." i managed to say. He grabbed both of my hands and looked into my eyes and said, "Babe, that video, it made me love you more. I have some videos like that too, it's ok. But you might have to let me film you doing that." He started to giggle after he said that. I turned red. He just smiled at me and it made me forget everything that happened. Then he kissed me. I definatly felt better. We drove home and we got out of the car. I locked it and then opened the front door with Harry behind me. He shut the door again and then we went upstairs.

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