Harry's face lit up as I said that I was going to be staying with him, unfortunately I saw one problem,
"Harry, where am I gonna sleep?" I asked, nervous of the answer.
"We're gonna share a bed, of course!" Harry smiled yet again, and I knew his dirty little mind was thinking things not to be shared. All the boys caught that too, because in my horrified silence, they started laughing.
"Good luck, Chrissy!" Niall said, and came forward to kiss my cheek. In breath, out breath, remember to breath Christina! Don't faint in front of them, keep cool, I reminded myself loads of times over the course of packing up into the cars to get to Harry's mom's.
"What if she doesn't like me?" I asked Harry nervously while he was playing with a strand of my dyed blue hair.
"She will love you," Harry assured me, "I mean, how couldn't someone, you are like the funniest person ever, and you have an appetite."
"By the way, Harry, I'm hungry, how long am I going to have to wait before I can put some grub in my mouth?"
Niall grabbed her hand and kissed it, "Where have you been all my life! God has sent me my food angel!" he said melodramatically.
The entire time, Zayn, Liam, and Louis were all watching the ordeal with looks of great amusement on their faces.
"She's gonna be interesting, I mean, look at Harry, all goo-goo eyed," Louis said to Zayn and Liam.
"And look at how well she takes attention," Zayn said, eyeing her over. He thought her attractive, but he didn't fancy her. He knew they were going to be good friends, though.
"She's gonna need it to survive the paparazzi," Liam said dreamily.
They pulled into the driveway of Harry's mansion, and I gaped. The gardens were fit for a king, all green, trimmed, and lavishly decorated with flowers. A giant fountain was set right in the center of it all.
"Like it?" Harry asked.
"If your house is so big, why can't I have my own room?" I asked him.
"Because I said so, that's why," Harry said and draped his arm over my shoulder, "Prepare for the pics, love," he whispered. All the sudden, paparrazzi was in our faces, shouting questions at us. I was taken aback at first, but I regained self control. Harry leaned in to whisper in my ear, "You're handling this better than I thought you would," he chuckled.
I stood on my toes to whisper into his ear, "You get used to it when you have a handsome boy's arm draped around you for comfort," and I kissed his lobe. Why not play with the paparrazzi, they were in our face.
Once we got inside the boys exploded into laughter, "Did you see their faces when Chrissy kissed his earlobe? They were digging it!"
"Boys, why did you think I did it?" I asked, still holding Harry's hand so he didn't move his arm.
At that exact instant, a beautiful woman in her mid fourties entered the long hall, she embraced me and acted to accepting of my presence.
"You must be Chrissy! Harry hasn't shut up about how pretty you are since he saw your music videos. And you should have seen his face when he found out that you were living with us, he was positive you would be living with Niall!"
"Thanks, mom, that is really helpful of you," Harry said sarcastically.
"Sorry dear, but I can't help it!"
"Sorry, Ma'am, but would you like me to call you Ms. Styles or something else?" I asked.
"Call me Anne, Ms. Styles makes me sound old, I hate that!" Anne and I both laughed at her joke.
"Alright, Mom, we are going to go upstairs and work, and I'll show her where we'll be sleeping," Harry said, leading me upstairs.
He opened the door to his room, and I gasped.