Irresistible (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

47: Harry's Shimmying Hips and Blabber Mouths

(A/N: Go read Haunted by shyla_stories if you haven't already. It's amazing and original and kept me from sleep the other night with how haunting it is... yes, Haunted is haunting, hehe. And now to our regularly scheduled programming. Hope you enjoy the chapter.)

Once again I feel like I might dissolve into a puddle of gross sweaty nervousness.

Harry woke me up a few minutes ago and has thankfully given me enough time to fully wake up and prepare myself before stepping into his world.

"So," I squeeze the word out as I survey the landscape around me trying to soak up as much as I can. "Is there anything I should know before we get there?"

Harry turns his head to look at me quickly, and while that momentary glimmer of those green eyes always make me feel calmer, the fact that we are barreling down the road toward his family home overpowers all other feelings.

So basically I feel like I'm on the verge of a heart attack once again.

"Unless you think it's better I just walk in there blind," I babble. "You know, just learn from them, see where it all songs."

"I think you should take a deep breath and not think that all this will go wrong before we even step through the door love."

I do feel a bit guilty constantly thinking all this is going to take a turn for the worst but it's only because I'm driven by a fatal mix of nervousness and pure need for him.

IN the few short months I have known him I have come to be dependent on Harry. And not for the money or the stability but for the connection I have with him. For how he makes me feel and how in the past few months I have not only become his friend but how just being with him as made me feel more like myself than I have in a long long time.

That kind of feeling is priceless.

"I'm sure most people wouldn't openly admit this but I talk about you quite a bit with my mum," Harry admits with a shy smile. "I know you're nervous and I understand why but there really is no need love."

"You talk to your mom about me?"

He reaches over and pulls my hand to his lips, gently kissing my knuckles. "Course I have, you're the most exciting thing that's happened to me in a while. Why wouldn't I want to share that with her?"

My heart slows at his words, the closeness between him and his mother making me nostalgic for my own parents.

"You guys are really close are you?"

"She's one of my favorite people in this world," he says taking a turn off the main road. "And I think two people I hold closest to my heart need to meet don't you think?"

If only I could return the favor to him.

Without warning, Harry turns on his turn signal and moments later we are turning off the road and onto a long gravel driveway.

"Here we are love, home sweet home."

This is it.

The house looks like something out of those British period dramas. The large brick home is nestled behind a line of large bushes giving the family a bit of privacy that I'm very pleased about. Vies crawls up the sides of the house, each window perfectly adorned with a pair of white shutters.

In the spring I can already imagine how this place comes alive with color when the flowers are in full bloom.

It's truly a beautiful place.