My day begins with me tumbling out of bed and almost falling on my face as I walk down the stairs half awake to answer my phone. My voice when I say ‘hello’ gives away that I just woke up. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?” Harry asks. I can tell he feels bad. He shouldn’t, though. It is already 10:30.

“It’s fine, really. So, did you talk to your parents?” I ask as I head back up to my room. “I did. And if you can, you can meet them tonight. 5:30, to be exact. My mom is going to cook dinner.” I can’t help but smile as I begin to truly realize what is going on. I’m meeting Harry’s parents. Something that would normally make me anxious, not that I won’t be later, but right now…it’s nice. And exciting. And…I can not believe how lucky I am to have such an amazing guy.

“Of course I can. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” By this time I have already begun my search for the perfect outfit tonight. “I’m glad.” Harry replies. “And Megan…don’t worry about your outfit too much, ok?”

I let out a giggle. It’s as if can see me right now. “I’m not.” I say. “You’re in your closet right now, aren’t you?” I laugh again. “Shut up! This is a very important outfit for a very important night.”

“True…true…well, I better go now. Have to help clean up the house for tonight. Ooh, mom would not like knowing I said that.” A smile spreads across my face as I picture him over at his house, on the phone, and talking to me. I bet he’s smiling right now and making his dimples show. Daydreaming almost causes me to forget to reply. I quickly say, “Don’t worry; I can keep a secret.”

“Thanks. Well…see you later, Megan.” I want to say something else. Just like last night, only this time; I know what it is that my mind is trying to get me to tell him.

I love you.

My heart immediately feels as though it has stopped, only to then speed up rapidly as soon as I realize what had just so easily popped into my mind. Despite my shock by this, I manage to reply, “See you tonight, Harry.” I wait for about seven seconds before I hear a click.

I walk over to my bed and let out an exasperated sigh as I lie down. Did I just think that? I did…but..do I? Do I really love him? I mean, I care about him. Actually, that is an understatement. I really care about him. And I really like him. And I really like being around him, but…love? Already?

Sure, some people my age throw the word love around like it’s nothing but…I don’t know. I just take it more seriously than others, I guess. But shouldn’t I? Shouldn’t love not be something that’s thrown around to just anyone who can capture our attention for more than a day?

Maybe I am just scared. Maybe I am being over dramatic. I am afraid of losing people. After all, it’s a fact that I will lose him eventually. Months form now, in fact. No. Stop. I am not letting my mind go there right now.

Six days. We met six days ago. And I have only really known him five. I can’t love him. There is no way that I can love him in such a short amount of time. Right?

Right. It is absolutely crazy of me to even think for a second that it is possible. Then again…eventually people do meet someone that they end up loving. But they all start out the same. They all start out with knowing that they may not possibly end up loving that person.

Like…if someone dated a total of five guys before finding someone that they love, and with each guy she assumed after the first six days of knowing him she loved him, despite the fact she would end up being wrong the first four times, she would be right eventually.

So, it’s justifiable for me to think I may love Harry since it is a possibility, right?

It’s official. I am losing my mind.

I stand up and head downstairs once more to eat a small breakfast. Plus, I need to get my mind on other things.

After eating two pop tarts, I am back in my room in search for my outfit. And after going through my entire closet, I finally made my decision. I end up choosing a short sleeved blue dress with a brown belt, a floral purse, and some wedges. It took me two hours. I wouldn’t taken as long if I hadn’t taken breaks to watch tv. But I couldn’t help it. I am starting to stress out, so taking breaks was necessary.

It is 1:27. About four hours to go. Too soon to get dressed, I guess. A shower. Not only necessary, but it will kill some time as well. After taking a thirty minute shower, I dry my hair. Then watch tv. Then straighten my hair. By the time 3:30 comes around, I get dressed.

Because Harry is so close, I don’t have to leave until about seven minutes before the time I should be there. So, fifteen minutes. And in that time I pace around the living room, check my hair, and try to remember how to breathe properly.

It takes every ounce of my being to not change my mind and stay at home, but I somehow make it to my car and out of the drive way. Once I get to his driveway, my heart beat is out of control. My mouth is dry and it is suddenly much hotter. Although that may have to do with the heat being on.

As I drive down the drive way and near his house, I begin taking deep breaths to calm myself. I also distract myself by paying attention to his house. This is the first time I’ve seen it, after all. It is so cute. Very cottage like. Not too big, not too small.

I park behind one of the two other vehicles in the driveway. Delay. I need to delay. I begin to fix my hair, despite the fact that it looks perfectly fine. Is my make up ok? Is it too much? I begin to question every single outfit and make up choice.

“You look beautiful, doll.” I hear along with a knock on my window. I jump and almost give myself whiplash. I fake sneer at Harry who is now dying of laughter at this point. I open the door and get out.

“You scared the heck out of me!” I say with a hit to his arm. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. No need to get violent.” He says with a smirk. “You just think you can get away with anything, don’t you?” I ask as he takes my hand. He smiles as he responds confidently, “Yeah. Pretty much.”

Despite the cold air I’m burning up as we get closer to the front door. They have a cute little front porch with a swing, and a few other chairs as well. I look over at Harry who immediately looks back. He gives me a reassuring smile and gives my hand a bit of a squeeze as though to tell me, “Everything is going to be fine.” I really hope he is right.

Harry opens the door for me and I hesitantly go inside first. The house is just like I pictured it; not too big but not too small. Well, actually, it is a bit small. I’d call it cozy. But I like cozy.

After entering into a small hallway with a coat racket and a door which I assume is a closet, Harry leads me by the hand into the living room. The house has an open floor concept, making the kitchen and living room pretty much one room. A small dining room is attached to the kitchen.

I can see Harry’s mother at the sink that faces a window. Her back is towards us, so she doesn’t know were here yet. “Hey, mom. Megan is here.”

She turns around and half smiles at me with a muttered “hello” before turning back around. After she finishes washing her hands, she walks over to me and shakes my hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Megan. I’m Anne.”

“It’s nice to meet you, too.” I say before awkwardly looking down. I am suddenly very aware of Harry’s tight grasp on my hand. “Dinner will be a while.” Anne says as she gets back to cooking. “It would have been done by now if someone had given me a heads up before last night.”

As if what she said wasn’t rude enough to say in front of me, the tone was harsh. It’s not that I don’t understand how hectic it must be to expect to have a guest over for dinner at the last minute, but did she have to say that in front of me? I glance over at Harry who I can tell is annoyed by the comment. “Come on, Megan. I’ll show you my room.”

“Keep the door open!” I hear Anne yell as we make our way down another hall. “Mom…really!?” I can’t help but to laugh a little despite the fact that Harry is both annoyed and embarrassed. As soon as I do though, Harry turns his head toward me and lets out a small laugh as well. “I’m sorry about my mom.”

“Don’t be.” I reply. “It could be worse.” I add. “Yeah…” Harry says as we reach the end of the hall. “But it could be better.”

“Is this your room?” I ask, pointing to the last closed door in the hall. “Yes. But before I show you the room, I first must say that this is not only the smallest room in the house, it is one of the smallest bedrooms ever.”

“What about your brothers? Where are Elijah and Greyson’s rooms?” I ask. “Greyson’s room is right there.” he says pointing to a door just a bit farther down from his. “It’s smaller than my parents room, but bigger than mine. Elijah’s room is upstairs. It’s actually suppose to be like a rec room or whatever, so it’s pretty big. He has a desk with a computer and everything up there.” He then rolls his eyes. “But why do you get the smallest room? Shouldn’t Greyson get that one?”

“You would think. But…whatever. Let’s just go inside my closet of a room.” I’m prepared for a small room, but nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. All the room holds is a small twin size bed that is pushed up against the right wall. There is a small window in the middle of the room with a nightstand right under it. A tiny dresser is against the wall opposite the bed with a television on it.

There are posters of bands and singers everywhere. Like The Beatles, Queen, The Fray, and a lot of others. There is a guitar in the corner beside the dresser. The walls are a light blue.
“So, what do you think?” He asks as he sits down on the bed. “Wow…” I say. “It is small.” I sit on the bed next to him. “But it’s kind of cute. And cozy.”

“Thanks.” Harry replies. He only glances at me a moment before staring down at the ground. Something is wrong. Nervous, probably. I look around the room a moment before standing up, and walking over to his guitar. “Megan…” he says as if he can read my mind.

I sit back down next to him and hand him the guitar. “Play it for me?” I ask. He gives me a look that says he is torn. “Come on…I won’t even make you sing…yet. Not even tonight. Just please play something.”

“Megan…” he says looking down. I gently place my hand on his face and turn it towards mine.

“Please?” I ask, giving him my best puppy dog face. “Fine.” he says before giving me a quick kiss on my lips. “What would you like me to play?”

I thought a moment before asking, “Have you written anything?” His face immediately becomes a bright shade of red and his is expression is that of one somebody would have if they had just gotten got doing something that they didn’t want anyone finding out about. I laugh as I say, “Calm down, babe. I just asked.”

He begins to calm down. “I know…and umm, yeah. Yeah, I’ve written some…stuff. I could just play the music to this one that doesn’t have lyrics yet.” I smile before saying, “I would love to.”

Harry lets out a sigh before tuning his guitar. Finally, he begins to play, and my attention is drawn completely towards him. Nothing on this earth could have been able to get me to look away. It was pretty short, but I loved it. As soon as he set his guitar down, I threw my arms around him and pulled him close. “You are amazing.” I say as he hugs me back.

I’m so caught up in the moment, I almost forget where I am. That is, until I hear an unfamiliar voice from behind me. “Mom! They’re in Harry’s room and hugging! On his bed!” We immediately break our hold.

All of a sudden I see a pillow thrown across the room that hits Greyson. “Shut up!” Harry says before standing up and approaching him. “Mom wanted me to tell you that dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes. Oh, hey. I’m Greyson, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Megan.” I say with a smile. “Well, it’s nice to finally meet the girl he’s been singing songs about.” He says with a smirk. I don’t even have time to respond before Greyson makes a quick dash down the hall with Harry right behind him.

“I swear, I am going to kill you one day.” Harry says right before he quits chasing him. I walk up behind him, trying to figure out what to say.

Just as I try to ask Harry about him singing songs about me, he says, “Well, better go see if dinner is ready early.” as he grabs my hand and leads me back to the living room. We sit on the couch and wait about ten minutes.

The dinner was delicious, but it was so awkward. There were way too many silent moments. I tried telling as little about myself as possible. And Elijah wasn’t there. Not until the last minute, anyway. And by last minute, I mean Harry and I were walking to the door for me to leave.

“Sorry I missed it, Megan.” Elijah says as he walks in. “It’s fine.” I say. But Harry doesn’t agree.

“No. It’s not fine.”

“Come on, don’t be so hard on him.” Anne says. “Really? You’re telling me that I get in trouble if I don’t go to some stupid party to watch him play football for the millionth time I get in trouble, but he can miss this and it’s fine?” I feel so sorry for him. I want to say something, but I don’t really think there is anything for me to say. Not that I can think of, anyway.

Apparently I am not the only one at a loss for words. No one says a thing, and there is an awkward silence that I swear felt like it would never end. But finally, Harry said, “You know what…forget it. I’m use to it.” And with that, Harry and I leave.

Halfway to the car, Harry lets go of my hand and runs both of his hands through his hair. “I’m sorry, Megan. I wanted tonight to be perfect, and it just-“

“It was.” I say interrupting him. We are at my car now; standing face to face with our arms wrapped around each other. “Don’t lie. I know that you are lying.” Ok. Maybe I am lying.

“It wasn’t completely horrible.” I try to say without making things worse. He immediately buries his face into my shoulder. “Come on, babe. Don’t be too upset. Things could have went much worse.”

He slowly raises his head and his face is inches from mine. He opens his mouth as if he is about to say something, only to close it. I almost ask what is was he wanted to say, but I am interrupted by his lips on mine. It starts off soft and slow. I didn’t want the kiss to end. It was the longest kiss we’ve had yet. In fact, it’s safe to say we ended up making out.

“Oh gosh, I hope no one can see us from your house.” We both immediately burst into laughter.

“I’m so lucky to have you.” Harry says as our laughter fades. “Not as lucky as me.” I add.

“I guess I better go.” I say as I check the time. “Yeah…” Harry says reluctantly as he opens my door. “Oooh, such a gentleman.” I say as I get in. “Anything for mylady.” he says with a wink.

As I drive off and watch Harry wave, I smile from ear to ear. I really am the lucky one. As I drive off farther, I can still see him in the distance, waving. My heart begins to melt as I see him waving until I can no longer see him.

I should have a million thoughts running through my mind right now. About Harry. His family. But all I can think about is that maybe…despite the inevitable heartbreak that will come out of me being with Harry…he is worth it. Actually…no. Not maybe. Yes. He is most definitely and completely, worth it.