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#99: You Practice a Different Religion His Parents Don't Approve

#99: You Practice a Different Religion, His Parents Don't Approve - mullingar-gal

Zayn: You sit on the couch in your flat, head in your hands. "I can't believe they didn't like me." A tear slips from your eye onto the floor, and you sigh shakily, disappointment ruining an otherwise decent day. "Babe," Zayn says, sitting next to you, putting his arm around you, "they were just surprised. The really wanted me to date a Muslim girl. It's not your fault you're not Muslim." He pulls you close and kisses the top of your head. You just want his parents to like you! Is that so much to ask? You had always been somewhat of a people pleaser, and this was tearing you apart.
"But..." You trail off, crying quietly. "I want them to like me! I really do! And I'd like them if they weren't so judgemental! It's not fair-" Zayn silences you by kissing you, running his hands through your hair and taking his time, lingering on your skin. "[Y/N], I love you. To me, that's all that matters. You are perfect in every way, and the fact we're not the same religion means double the presents!" You smile. "Well, I do like presents..."


Liam: You stare at Liam, tears flooding your eyes, as you lay down on the bed in the flat the two of you share. "They hated me. Absolutely abhorred me! What did I say? Was it something I did? Do I smell?" You give yourself a quick pit check. You don't smell, thank God. "Is it my makeup? Was my outfit-" "Babe, relax. It's because you're not Catholic." The statement catches you by surprise. "What?"
"My parents want me to date a Catholic. It's purely an opinionated thing, [Y/N]. You were brilliant throughout dinner. I've never seen you so behaved!" Liam teases, poking your stomach as he lays down next to you on your bed, staring at the ceiling. "Should I convert?" You ask, the question floating up to the ceiling. Liam grabs your hand, pulling you closer to him. "Don't ever say that again, [Y/N]. You are amazing the way you are. Promise me you'll never change." Liam kisses you, wrapping his arms around you and holding you tightly. The next morning you woke up, you were still wrapped in Liam's arms.


Niall: Eyes closed, you sit at a barstool in a pub near your flat as you contemplate crying your eyes out. You had gotten in a massive fight with Niall's Mum, The Mama Horan, and you up and left. In fact, you left so fast Niall was in the loo at the time, and he would have to catch a cab back to your flat. You smiled at the thought of Niall coming home with a doggie-bag of your food in his lap, and then him most likely eating it. But even that couldn't distract you from how bad you'd messed up.
"Black and Tan?" The bartender asked, and you raised a hand. He slid it over to you, and you clutched the glass tightly, sadness threading through your disappointment. You take a sip, and then decide you need to go to the loo. "Excuse me?" You ask the bartender, and he nods. "Watch this for me? I have to use the loo." He nods again and goes back to work.
You come back from the loo, and see your drink is gone. "Hey!" You yell angrily, "You were supposed to watch that!" The bartender points to Niall, who drains your Black and Tan as you watch. "Niall," you say, sadness bringing you down again. "I'm sorry about...everything." He looks at you, and your unsure of what emotion he'll feel towards you. "Babe, it's okay. My Mum will learn to love you, at least if she wants to keep in touch with me." You sit on his lap, and Niall kisses your cheek. "Now let's go home. We have leftovers to finish."


Louis: "[Y/N], don't worry about it." Louis says, rubbing your back soothingly, as you sob in dry heaves at your dinner table at your flat. "I can't believe I screwed the meeting with your parents up that badly!" You exclaim, a wave of fresh tears washing over your cheeks. You reflect on the screaming match you had with Louis' Dad, rage and anger fueling the decision to knock over the Tomlinson's China Cabinet. You really wished you hadn't done that. "Babe, it's okay. The China-breaking might've been a little been a little much, but I do love a feisty girl. They just really...well, only like Catholics. They're still wary on Zayn." Louis kisses your cheek, and wipes away your tears. "Hey, don't cry. We can meet your parents next week, and I'll break their China, too. Promise."
You smile, and wipe the tears out of your eyes. "Don't forget to call my Dad a facist." You both crack up, laughing uncontrollably. Louis looks at you, grabbing your hand and kissing it. "Why don't I stay the night? We can watch all your favorite movies?" "Titanic, Love Actually, all three Austin Powers movies, and the Daniel Craig James Bonds?" Louis dramatically sighs at the mention of the Daniel Craig movies. "Even the Daniel Craig James Bonds." He says, and kisses you sweetly.


Harry: Pacing the room, you take deep breaths. Harry stops you midstride, wrapping you in a tight hug and kissing you. You begin to relax, but know that what just happened with Harry's Mum may never be forgiven. You muttered "bitch," under your breath as she scolded Harry for not dating a Catholic girl, and she merely stared at you, then promptly left your flat. You couldn't have done worse for a first meeting. "Harry, I really think I screwed up," you mutter into the crook of his neck. "Shh, babe. Don't worry about it, my Mum's been called worse things, I promise."
"But still! That doesn't make it okay. All she's going to see is my religion, and the fact I called her a bitch. That's not very good." A tear escapes your eye, and you put your head in your hands. "Why can't she just see me for me?" "Hey now, [Y/N]. Don't say things like that. She'll love you eventually, I promise. If she sees the way we are together, she'd understand. But right now all we can do is love each other, because that's what we need the most." You smile at Harry, feeling better already. "I love you, Harry." You say, and kiss him. He pulls back, "I love you too, [Y/N], now let's get to bed."