Change My Mind

I don’t know if I’ll ever love someone as great as Harry so that’s why I never want to forget this feeling. That’s why I’m scared of moving on. I don’t want to forget what it feels like to be in love with Harry Styles, especially the feeling I got when Harry Styles used to love me back.

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142. Relief

Lily's POV

"You'll be fine, babe. They're going to love you."

I've been trying to reassure Harry the entire car ride to my parent's house that he has nothing to worry about. We're nearly there and he's still as worked up as he was when we left.

"I just want to make sure that I leave a first good impression. Add in the fact that we're going to tell them that I gave you a promise ring, I can't mess anything up."

I brush my thumb against his hand that's been placed on my lap the entire car ride. I know how Harry is. I know that he gets along with everyone he meets but whenever he meets someone important, he always gets nervous and worried that he'll leave a bad impression. What he doesn't know is that, no matter what he does, he always charms people over.

"You just have to be yourself and they'll love you."

"Yeah, but...what if they're extra cautious now...after what happened with Marcus? I wouldn't hold it against them. I'd be pretty damn protective of you, too, after that."

"Aw, how sweet of you," I tease. "So you're saying that you would protect me from boys like yourself?"

I grin at him when he playfully glares at me, knowing that I got him.

"Harry, whether they like you or not, it's not going to affect us in any way. I don't care if they, for some odd reason, don't like you, then so what? I'm still going to love every single part of you and I'm still going to be yours and I'm still going to be promised to you. Okay?"

He looks over at me as we're stopped at a red light and I can finally see him relaxing, but only slightly.

"But they're going to love you, okay?" I add. "I'm being completely honest here. I wouldn't lie about this. No matter what happened with Marcus, they're going to look at you as Harry, the one that I constantly tell them over the phone that I'm completely in love with. They're not judgmental people, Harry. They're the last people on earth that would judge people before they got to meet them. They're excited to meet you. My mum already loves you. And my dad...he's the type of person where as long as I'm happy, he's happy. And you make me so damn happy."

He finally smiles, every ounce of worry leaving his body.

"I do, don't I?" he asks smugly. "So, you're saying that if I make you more happy before I meet them, they're going to love me even more?"

I roll my eyes and look up at the ceiling of the car. "Lord, give me strength."

Even though he's being cheeky once again, I'm just glad that he's not freaking out about meeting my parents anymore. I look back at him, shooting him a smile before he starts to drive.

I lean over and rest my head against his shoulder as we finally enter my hometown. Framlingham is as small and cozy as I remember it. It's a small town where everyone knows everyone and that's one of the things I loved the most about it. You could walk down the street and smile at everyone you pass by and they wouldn't give you a dirty look. I loved growing up here.

Memories start flashing in my mind as we pass by familiar places. The park, the town hall, the little shops, the old, historic buildings, and finally, my neighbourhood.

We turn onto my street and I sit up straight when I finally spot my childhood home. We pull into the driveway of the old, classic, two-story home and I can't hold back the huge smile spreading across my face.

Harry turns off the car and we both step out. He makes his way to me and I take his hand before I lead him up the small set of steps to the front door. I ring the doorbell and I look over at Harry and lean up to give him a quick kiss just before the door opens.

"Lily! You're finally here!" My mum tugs me into a tight hug, causing me to let go of Harry's hand. "Oh, I missed you so much."

I hug her tighter. "I missed you, too, mum."

She pulls away and holds me by my shoulders, giving me a smile before he looks over my shoulder at Harry.

I turn my head to look at him, holding my hand out for him to take. I pull him beside me and wrap my arm around his waist.

"Mum, this is Harry." I say, glancing back at my mum. "Harry, this is my mum, Victoria."

Harry holds out his hand to her. "It's nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Benson."

My mum ignores Harry's hand and steps forward to pull him in for a hug. "Call me Victoria. Or Vicky. Mrs. Benson doesn't exist in this house."

I smile as Harry laughs politely and nods at her.

"It's nice to finally meet you, too, Harry. Lily's told me so much about you. But, may I just say, you look much more handsome in person."

Harry blushes as he looks down. "Thank you," he mutters shyly.

"Now, come on in. Your dad's been waiting. Well, mostly because he's hungry and I told him that he can't eat until you two got here."

I laugh. "I wouldn't be surprised if he's sneaking a little bite right now."

Harry and I step inside the house and as we're taking off our coats, my mum narrows her eyes and turns towards the kitchen.

"Jonathan! You better not be eating any of that food!"

She rushes to the kitchen and Harry and I follow behind her, hand-in-hand.

"Are you okay?" I ask gently.

He gives me a smile as he looks down at me and he only has time to nod before we enter the kitchen and see my mum hitting my dad with an oven mitt as he laughs.

His eyes crinkles, his smile widening when he looks up and sees us.

"Lily! My baby! You're finally here."

He walks over to me and pulls me in for one of his bear hugs, my favourite.

"Hi, dad. How are you?"

He pulls away and my mum stands beside him.

"Good, good. Other than your mum starving me today, everything's great."

My mum glares at my dad and hits him with the oven mitt once again.

"John, stop it," she says. "You're going to give Harry a bad impression of me."

We all laugh as I pull Harry beside me, both of my parents giving him friendly smiles.

"Dad, this is Harry. Harry, this is my dad, Jonathan."

My dad sticks out his hand and Harry shakes it.

"Call me John. It's a pleasure to meet you. Lily tells us that you're a singer. I apologize in advance for not knowing any of your songs but I'm an oldie so I don't know any music after the 90s."

Harry laughs as he puts an arm politely around my waist.

"That's quite alright. It's nice to meet you, as well. The both of you."

My mum's smile widens. "Why don't we all sit down so we can get to know each other? Dinner's ready."

We all head to the dining room and I take Harry's hand, leading him to the chair beside the one that I always sat in when I still lived here. We sit down and my parents bring in the food. They sit down across from us and we start passing the food around. Once we all have enough on our plates, we start eating.

"So, Harry dear, tell us a bit about yourself," my mum asks.

Harry gives her a polite smile as he swallows before wiping his mouth with the napkin and clearing his throat.

He tells them about his family, where he grew up, then he talks about his time on the X Factor and how his life has been nonstop since then as he and the boys skyrocketed in their career.

"...and then I met your beautiful daughter."

I'm caught off guard, almost choking on my drink at his words. Harry looks over at me with admiration and I smile back at him but feel a blush colouring my cheeks.

"She turned my whole world around. I've never been happier." He lingers his gaze for a few more seconds before he turns back to my parents but I keep my eyes on him. "You raised an amazing woman. I truly am lucky to just even know her. She makes me a better person every day. I don't know what I'd do without her."

Harry slowly looks back at me and I see a hint of a blush on his cheeks. I know how nervous he was to meet them so I can't imagine the confidence he needed to share these things in front of both of my parents.

I squeeze his hand that's been placed in mine ever since we had sat down. Our gazes stay locked on each others and I can feel the love he's trying to show me with just his face and I try to reciprocate it, resisting the urge to lean forward and kiss him.

"Is that why you gave her a ring?"

Both Harry and I's eyes widen as we snap our heads over to my mum. She has a knowing grin on her face while my dad just looks completely confused.

I look down at my other hand, the hand with Harry's promise ring before looking back up at my mum. Ever since we stepped foot on the doorstep, I've been trying to hide it so that Harry and I could tell them at the right time. Seeing as how it's on my right hand, I didn't think she'd realize it was an engagement ring, much less a promise ring.

"How...how did you know?"

"Sweetie, I saw it as soon as I opened the front door," she says in amusement. "You'd have to be blind not to notice that, especially when it comes to my own daughter while she's bringing her boyfriend home for the first time."

I blush even more, finally lifting my hand up and resting it on the table for everyone to see. My dad's eyes widen before they soften into understanding.

"And the fact that Harry just said those sweet words, I knew my assumptions were correct," she adds.

I look over at Harry and see him giving me a nervous smile. He'd just met my parents and they already know about the ring.

"It's just a promise ring, mum. We're still too young to get engaged but we knew that we would get married one day and spend the rest of our lives together. I'm...I'm sorry if this seems too fast, especially since I'm still in university but...I really love him."

I look between the both of my parents in wariness, not knowing how they're going to react, especially my dad.

However, when I see smiles on both of their faces, I can't help but feel relieved.

"Sweetheart, we just want you to be happy," my dad says. "I'll always see you as my little girl but I can see that you've grown into a strong, independent woman. I can see how much you love Harry. Don't think that we're going to be overbearing parents and stop you from making your own choices."

"We'd be hypocrites if we did," my mum adds, sharing grins with my dad. "Your dad and I got engaged four months after we first started dating so we know exactly what it's like."

My smile widens as I watch my parents sharing loving glances to each other. I hadn't known about them getting engaged so quickly but I'm glad they understand why Harry and I promised ourselves to each other so soon.

My mum looks back at me, the smile never leaving her face. "Just make sure I'm the first one you call when you two are engaged. I've been waiting to plan your wedding since you were born."

The whole table laughs and I finally feel at complete ease in regards to finally telling them about the ring. We start to eat again, keeping up light conversation until we all finish and my parents start to clean up.

"Why don't you get your things from the car so you can settle in?" my mum says.

Harry and I excuse ourselves and we walk out to the car to get our overnight bags. We were going to bring Luna with us but my dad is allergic. Luckily, Lou offered to take care of her since Lux has wanted to play with her ever since Harry told her about Luna.

We quickly head back to the house and we stop by the kitchen, seeing my dad loading the dishwasher.

"Where's Harry sleeping, mum?"

She looks over at me in amusement. "Sweetie, I don't have any delusions that you and Harry don't sleep in the same room."

I blush furiously and I look up and see Harry doing the same.

"I mean, he's more than welcome to sleep in the guest room but I'm assuming he won't mind sleeping in yours," she adds.

"Just make sure you keep it PG-rated tonight," my dad says, half-serious, half-joking. "I won't hesitate to make him sleep on the porch."

"Dad!" I exclaim in embarrassment.

My parents laugh at my expense and I don't know whether I would've preferred them making Harry sleep in the guest room instead of having them embarrass me like this.

"We're gonna leave now," I say, quickly grabbing Harry's hand and tugging him out of the kitchen where my parents are still laughing.

I lead him up the stairs, walking down the familiar hallway to my bedroom. I open it and it's exactly how it was since the last time I was here. I place my bag at the foot of my bed and Harry does the same before he starts examining my room.

I close the door and lock it before I sit down on the edge of my bed. He walks around, looking at the many pictures laying around my room, my desk, my bookshelf, my old guitar before he looks down at my bed.

"I like your room."

I smirk at him as I move up on my knees and crawl over to him and place my arms around his neck, pulling him to me.

"Thank you." I lean in and give him the kiss I've been dying to give him since he had said those sweet words about me at dinner. "So, did you want to sleep in the guest room or here? It's completely up to you. I guess I don't mind sharing my bed with you."

He returns my smirk, his hands rubbing my waist slowly.

"Well, a part of me wants to be respectful of your parents and sleep in the guest room but...you're much too tempting to pass up the chance to sleep in your bed."

He places his lips back onto mine, quickly prying my lips open so he can swipe his tongue against mine. He pulls me closer, tugging on my top as my fingers tangle in his hair. I pull him to me, forcing him onto the bed to lay down on top of me.

He presses his lips harder against me, having the upper hand of being able to push down against the kiss.

"I thought we had to...keep this PG," he mumbles against my lips in between kisses.

I smile against the kiss but then kiss him harder before I start to nibble on his bottom lip. I kiss him for as long as I can before I pull away with a quiet gasp, quickly trying to catch my breath. However, Harry just moves his lips down to my neck, attacking my skin with wet kisses and gentle bites.

"You're the one that's not keeping it PG, babe," I laugh.

I have to bite my lip to stop my moans when he bites down on my earlobe before he takes it into his mouth and sucks. My eyes close in pleasure, turning my head to give him more room. He moves his lips to the spot behind my ear, my sweet spot, and he goes in for the kill.

He kisses, bites, licks and nibbles on that spot, giving me more pleasure than one small spot on my neck should give.

When the skin starts to become tender, I know that he's left a little love bite. I smile as I come to the realization that he only left one there because the bruise that was there from our previous make-out session had started to fade.

I tug on his hair, pulling his face back up to mine to place my eager lips on his once again. This time, I attempt to have the upper hand by rolling us over until I'm on top, my hands resting on his shoulders for support.

His hands roam around my back and waist, pulling me against him as I turn my head and kiss him harder.

I trail wet kisses along his jaw and down his neck. Knowing that he can't hide a love bite with his hair like I can, I move my lips down lower, tugging the top of his shirt down slightly before I stop at a spot just underneath his collarbones, a bit over his left swallow tattoo.

I start to kiss, suck, bite and lick, similar to what he had done to me, working his skin into a small love bite. One of his hands move up to tangle in my hair as his breaths come out hard and heavy. He lifts his one knee in between my legs and I release a quiet moan when it presses against my heat.

I pull away from his chest, gasping for breath and I can't help but to move slightly against his thigh. His hand on my waist tightens slightly, urging me to keep going but I know that we have to stop soon or we'll end up breaking my parent's rule really quickly.

I place one more lingering kiss on his lips before I stop the movement of my hips and pull away.

His eyes burn with desire and need as he looks up at me, our breaths mixing together in harsh pants.

"We...we need to stop," I breathe. "I don't want to risk you sleeping on the porch."

Harry chuckles softly, closing his eyes as he throws his head back.

"I still don't know how you do this to me 24/7," he mumbles, opening his eyes to look back at me, a smirk stretching his swollen lips. "We just had sex this morning and I want you again right now."

My eyes widen for a quick second, my pulse increasing as I melt under his gaze. I still haven't gotten used to him when he talks like this but it excites me every time.

After the sweet words he said about to me my parents, along with the relief of my parents accepting the promise we made to each other, and add in the heated moment we just had, I know that I'm feeling exactly how Harry's feeling right now.

I bite my lip, wracking through my brain as to what to do. I know that we absolutely cannot have sex in my room. My parents would kill me.

As I keep my eyes on Harry's, a thought suddenly comes to me, a thought that causes my cheeks to heat up.

I'm sure that it's present on my face because Harry furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

"What are you thinking?"

I bite down harder on my lip, embarrassed and nervous at the thought that had come to my head. Harry lifts his hand up and rests it on my cheek, smiling at me before he places a kiss on my nose.

"Tell me."

I look away and start to trace a pattern on his chest.

"Well..." I start, clearing my throat in the process. "I...I'm not sure if you'd actually be up for it but...um, do you remember what we talk about before? The, um...the time that we were talking about...about fantasies that we had."

By now, even my ears are heating up in embarrassment but I muster up any courage I have to look back at Harry. He already has a smirk on his face and I know that he's aware of what I'm talking about.

"Yes, I remember," he says innocently. I know he just wants me to say it out loud even though he already knows. "What are you proposing?"

I clear my throat again, trying hard to keep my eyes on his. "Well, since there are no photographers here, we...we could take the car somewhere and...and...you know..."

I can see him trying to hide his smirk and I want to just smack it off his face.

"And what?" he prods, his hands caressing my waist slowly.

I glare at him. "Harry, you know what I'm talking about."

His eyes brighten in amusement, the smirk breaking from his lips.

"I'm sorry. I'm not quite sure what you mean."

I roll my eyes. I know that I should just get it over with before the mood is killed.

"Do you or do you not want to drive somewhere and have sex with me?"

That was as blunt as I could get, knowing that that's exactly what he was waiting to hear. He laughs quietly before he lifts his head up and places his lips on mine.

He pulls away with a smack of our lips and the heat is slowly building up again. He looks up at me, a grin spread across his face.

"Baby, I would love to fulfill your fantasy."

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