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Harry's pov I'm sitting in the car with {{user}}, she's finishing putting some mascara and lipstick on before she meets my folks. i'm bouncing my leg nervously because we've been waiting a while now to meet eachothers parents and you insisted to meet mine first after hearing about them from online and obviously from me but im bound to be nervous when this is your first time meeting them since we got together.

We've been dating for 5 months now and mum invited us over for dinner because she wanted to meet {{user}} for the first time. It makes me nervous to think about it - it keeps weighing heavily in my mind because i have no idea if she'll love her, even though I know she will 100%. though they'll probably bond over something like knitting or cats for all i know. i guess we'll find out.

She looks over at me and asks “do you think this is ok?” while packing away her makeup into that little bag she keeps in her purse. I look at her, checking her makeup, getting a reason to stare at her pretty face, before nodding she. Looks. Gorgeous “yeah I think it looks lovely, though you always do sweetheart” i tell her smiling gently, making her blush, cheeks going an adorable shade of red.

I pause as I speak, watching her put the makeup bag in her purse that she takes literally everywhere with her, before asking “are you ready?” while reaching over, holding her hand and to which she replies with “yeah I think so, if you are” she doesnt sound very sure but we've got to get this over and done with at some point.. right??

I get out of the car, running around to her side to open her door before she can, and then holding her hand giving her a warm, genuine, loving smile.

As we walk down the path to the door of the house, each step making me dread this more and more. I can't help but think about the many terrible ways this could go.

I feel her hand squeeze mine as she reaches up to knock and at the same time saying….. (Continue as you please)