(A/N: I want to disclaim again that I am truly making up most things in this story. I know Harry's parents are divorced and he has a step dad. But like I've said before, I like to be creative. I know I didn't use the real name of his family as well. Using my own thoughts and ideas makes it easy for me to write the story based on fiction. I feel as though it's more interesting to make a life for Harry different than the one he truly lives because that's what this story is, completely made up. Sorry if you'd rather it be all real but that's just not me. But I hope you enjoy this chapter anyways!)



(Harry POV)

“I have to pee.” Spencer whined from the passenger seat.

“Babe, we just stopped for a wee an hour ago.” I laughed. “Weʼre only half hour away, just hold it til we get there.”

“Iʼll pee myself before I make it to the bathroom when I see your family.” She was hard to resist when she wore her perfect pout.

“Fine, thereʼs a market coming up, weʼll stop there.” I always gave into her way to easily.

She smiled satisfied, turning the radio up to the Maroon 5 song playing.

“Mmm Adam Levine would get it so hard.” She smirked. “Like so hard.”

“Iʼm way sexier than him, come on.” I joked, trying to keep her mind off of my family.

“I mean, whatever helps you sleep at night babe.” Her smirk stayed as she patted my thigh.

“Excuse me?” I placed a hand over my heart with a fake scoff.

“Harold Styles, you get it so hard itʼs not even funny.” She squeezed my thigh now, sliding her hand up my leg.

“What are you doing?” I shifted in my seat.

“Nothing.” She shrugged nonchalantly, brushing a palm over my manhood.

“Spencer, stop it. Weʼre like 15 minutes out. I donʼt need to be sporting a bloody hard on in front of me mum.”

“I can take care of that.” She added pressure.

“Not now.” She didn't stop though, she continued to grasp at my clad manliness. "I'm not fucking you in my car."

"The backs big enough." She smirked, teasing the zipper on my jeans. "It's still dark out thank to this lovely thunderstorm, no one will see."

I racked my brain for a safe place to pull over, something had to be done about my growing dick. I knew the perfect little park that barely had a sole at it. It was somewhere me and my friends would go to get pissed before I got famous. It was secluded, not many people knew about it.

"So hard already babe, don't act like you aren't excited." She smiled smugly close my ear. She was leaning over the center consol, her perfect cleavage on display. It was hard not to be turned on.

"You're gonna be the death of me." I sighed as she continued to run her fingers over the outside of my boxers.

"Oops." She giggled as she sprang free my dick. I shimmied my pants down a bit but not enough to impede my driving. She leaned her head down placing a gentle kiss on the tip. "Mmmm." She moaned against me as she took me into her mouth.

I took the turns to take us to the park instead of my house, shaking my head at what was happening. I was having a hard time concentrating on anything but the feeling of me in Spencer's mouth. My breathing was unsteady and my heart was racing.

Fuck me for buying a Range Rover with a moderately big back seat. And leave it to my incredibly unpredictable girlfriend for wanting to have a go in it on the way to my parents. I pulled into a little secret spot me and my friends had found surrounded by trees and growth.

I pushed the car into park and closed my eyes tight. I tangled my fingers through Spencer's hair, pushing her down. She gagged but kept me deep in her throat. She swallowed a few times bringing me to the brink of release.

"Babe." I whispered barely audible.

"Hmmm?" She questioned mouth still around my dick.

"Ahhhhh fuck." The vibrations against my skin felt beyond amazing. "I'm not gonna....last....if you..don't...shit." She swallowed once more before meeting me eye to eye.

My breathing was heavy as she licked her lips turning me on even more. "Get in the back. Now."

"Someone's all worked up." She smirked at me again. "I thought we couldn't do this right now."

She drug her finger from the zipper on my pants up the buttons on my shirt to the opening. She traced what little of my swallows that showed before moving her hands to her own clothes. She shimmied out of her pants then slid into the back seat.

"Fuck Spencer. Why do you always wear no knickers?"

"Cause I know what it does to you."

I turned to face the back seat. "Stop." I grumbled at her.

"Stop what babe?"

She sat legs spread rubbing up and down her middle. She smugly smiled at me never breaking eye contact as her breathing picked up.

I quickly kicked my shoes off so my pants would slide off easy. Once I was disrobed I crawled through the opening to the back. I sloppily threw my mouth to hers. I slid a hand between is replacing her fingers with mine.

"Mmmm." She mumbled against my mouth.

I couldn't last a second longer. I fumbled with my jeans in the front seat, pulling out a condom. I slipped it on and looked at Spencer.

"What's wrong?" She asked when I hesitated.

"Nothing, I just love you so damn much."

She smiled as we kissed again. As our lips touched I slid into her.

"Oh god. You're perfect." She sighed.

I smiled and let my body take over.


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"Yes mum." I sighed into the phone. "We're at the market down the street. She's having a wee!"

"I can't wait to meet her Harold. I'm so excited." I heard the smile in my mums voice as she talked.

"She's nervous so tell Charlie to take it easy on her."

Charlie, my older sister could be a bit outrageous at times. She liked to joke but sometimes took it too far. Spencer was the first girl I was actually bringing home to introduce to my whole family, I wanted it to go perfect.

"I gotta go mum, she's coming back."

"Be safe, love you!"

"Mum we're literally less than 5 minutes away, see you soon. Love you too." I rolled my eyes hanging up as Spencer got into the car.

"Our little romp earlier really calmed me down. Thanks for that." She giggled, leaning over the center to kiss me.

"I swear all you like me for is me cock."

"No I like your famousness too, the money's nice as well." She said not able to keep a straight face.

"Pretty sure you got more money than me love."

She shrugged as I pulled out of the lot back onto the road. "None of that matters to me. I love you for who you are. You're amazing at being Harry Styles from Holmes Chapel and thats who I fell in love with. Not Harry Styles from One Direction."

"Could you get be anymore perfect?" I wanted to kiss her a thousand times and never stop. That's all I wanted in a girl, no one else before saw me as that before. But then again I never tried to date a normal girl before either.

Before I knew it I was back on the street I grew up on. It had been over 7 months since the last time I was here. I smiled like a child on Christmas morning.

"How long has it been?"

"Right before Christmas." I smiled over at her.

"I'm glad you got this break then."

"I'm glad you did too, we get to share this together. This is gonna be another line you know, right?" I said without even thinking.

"Another line?" She asked confused.

"In my heart tattoo." I shrugged.

"For meeting your family?" She smiled.

"Yeah and coming to England for the first time. I'm so glad you're here." I said as I pulled into my driveway. I leaned in to place a quick kiss on her mouth. Before I knew it the front was flung open and my mother was practically sprinting to the car.

"Well I'd ask if you're ready but I reckon you don't have a choice yeah?" I tried to joke when Spencer's face paled. "Babe, I love you."

"I love you Harry." She smiled.

I hopped out of the car just as my mum reached the car.

"Harry babe! I've missed you so much!" She engulfed me in a huge hug, placing a kiss on my cheek.

"I missed you mum." I smiled into the hug.

"I'm so glad to have my baby home even if it's only for less than 2 days."

"We'll make the most of it. Plus you're coming to our first show still, right?"

"Of course babes, I wouldn't miss it!"

"Mum? Are you going to let me go? I do have someone I want to introduce you too."

"Oh of course! I'm sorry I'm being rude!" She laughed.

Spencer was standing behind me, a smile smile across her face.

"Mum this is me girlfriend Spencer."

"Oh babe you're beautiful!" My mum took Spencer in for a hug bigger than the one I received. "I'm Lydia! So glad to finally meet you love, Harold hasn't stopped gushing about you since he met ya!"

"Its great to meet you, believe it or not I've heard just as much about you guys." Spencer smiled.

"She's way prettier than any girl that you can land Harry. Did you drug her?"

I heard a voice come from behind my mum. Charlie.

"Yup, he laces everything I eat with roofies." Spencer shot back.

"I KNEW IT!" Charlie laughed pulling Spencer into a hug. "I'm Charlie, the brats older sister."

"I can feel the love." Spencer giggled.

"Well now that we all agree Spencer is way out of my league, can we go inside?"

"Oh Harry you know they're only teasing." My mum tried to justify.

"Is Pops inside?" I asked.

"Yes, watching football on the telly of course." Mum answered like it was a ridiculous question.

"I'm gonna give Spencer a tour, come on mum. Harry get the bags!" Charlie yelled arm in arm with Spencer. They were inside and out of sight before I even knew what was happening. This was gonna be one hell of a couple days if those two got along that great already.


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(Spencer POV)
"So this is the room he grew up in." Charlie flung open the last door in the upstairs hallway.

"Oh my god he's such a dork! He hasn't changed it yet?"

"Nope. Cute baby blues wall right?"

"He has a twin bed still! I'm dying at this." I was doubled over in laughter. It looked like Harry hadn't changed one thing since he was at least 10.

"Char, what are you doing?" I heard Harry asking from the doorway.

"Showing her your infant bedroom." His sister shrugged.

"Whatever, I want her to meet dad so hurry up and finish embarrassing me." He rolled his eyes leaving us alone again.

"We should probably go down there, Harry's super nervous about you meeting dad. I give him a lot of shit but he's honestly so in love with you. He wants everything to go perfect. You're the only girl to ever step foot in this house that he's dated since becoming famous. I mean he had girlfriends in secondary school. But nothing serious, and he's serious about you. You've been here an hour and anytime you're in his sight he's smiling."

"Wow thanks Charlie. I mean I love your brother a lot whether you believe it or not. He's so great. Thank you." I smiled giving her a huge hug. It meant a lot to hear all that. I knew how close his family was so to accepted by so far at least his sister calmed my nerves a little.

We headed down the stairs and into the living room where Harry, his mom and dad sat watching tv. The house was a modest size probably a little larger than average. It was perfect. Charlie cleared her throat and threw herself on an empty recliner chair.

I stood awkwardly in the doorway unsure of if I should sit first or wait to meet Harry's dad. Harry hopped up, grabbing my hand.

"Dad, I want you to meet Spencer." He smiled so bright and wide.

"Spencer dear, so lovely to meet you! Come on in! Grab a seat. We're just watching some telly before lunch is ready." His dad smiled, motioning at the empty couch. "I'm Alfie by the way, just call me Al."

"It's so good to finally meet you! I'm glad I was able to come out!" I smiled.

We sat in silence for a few minutes before Al started his interrogation. Next to me Harry sighed loudly, squeezing the hand his had placed in my thigh. I ran my fingertips over the back of his hand. Even with people around, he was always so attentive. A trait I'd never get tired of.

"So you a model or actress?" Al asked sternly.

"Dad come on." Harry interrupted.

"I'm actually in school for fashion design right now." I looked at Alfie.

"So who's daughter are you then?"

"Well my parents are Leland and Cee Cee McMichael. My moms a fashion designer and my dads a surgeon."

"So it'd be your mum that made you famous then?" He eyed me.

"Dad, I told you she's not famous before. Don't you listen?"

"Not famous? What? Harry you only date famous girls as far as I've seen." His dad shot back, his mom and sister sat quietly watching everything unfold. Something about Harry's clenched jaw told me he and his father never got along very well.

"Al, leave the girl be. She's from Connecticut! Remember we visited there the first time Harold performed in the states?" His mom tried to dissipate the tension.

"Yeah I remember, I still don't see how she's not famous."

"Well I'm not, just born and raised in Greenwich Connecticut, moved to New York City for school and there's where Harry and I met."

"I'd love to hear how this dork asked you out!" Charlie giggled from her chair.

"He's never told us how you lot met! Please tell us!" His mom joined.

"Okay well it was pretty late at night actually, I was on my way from work to grab a coffee cause it was like January, and I was just minding my own business when someone suddenly bumped directly into me. The streets at this point were practically bare so of course I lost my cool and freaked out on him. Then once I started to talk to him I realized he had done it on purpose! He laid down some cheesy lines and usually that doesn't work but for some reason I liked Harry. So we got some coffee together and then just started to hang out a bunch and the rest you can figure out."

Charlie busted out laughing. "He ran directly into you? What a creep!"

"Char!" Her mom warned. "That's beautiful, just a random meeting on the street! Seems like old times where that's how you had to meet people without technology! Very sweet babes." His mom said to both of us. Harry looked at me eyes smiling wider than his lips. He mouth "love you" causing me to blush. Our moment was cut short by Al.

"Did his cheesy pickup lines work cause you knew who he was?"

"Nope! I had no idea what he did until a couple months in honestly."

"You're trying to tell me that you had never of One Direction?" He eyed me, damn what's this guys deal!

"Not trying to tell you, honestly telling you. I didn't know a single thing about the band."

"Living in New York I find it hard to believe. Maybe you just have him fooled for his fame and money."

"Al!" His mom started but was cut off by Harry.

"You know what Pop? I brought Spencer here to meet you guys and have a good time. Not be interrogated by my asshole dad who thinks he knows everything. She isn't using me for shit. She has more money than I probably do and if she wanted to get famous she could do it on her own. She has a job with Igor Boris a huge designer all over the world. If that's all she was after she wouldn't need me. If you keep this up I'll grab our bags from my room and we'll be gone. You're not going to ruin what I have with the only girl I ever truly loved. So piss off or you're about to lose me." Harry ended his rant with a glare that could kill.

His dad seemed to ponder over what Harry had said, choosing his words, maybe unwisely. "I just don't need you getting into a relationship with a gold digging leech that's all."

"Excuse me?" I shouted without even thinking. Harry ran a hand up and down my thigh.

"Fuck you dad." Harry spat standing up, grabbing my hand and taking me with him. Tears were brimming in my eyes as he lead me up the steps. As he slammed the door to his room, the waterfall fell. I sobbed not even knowing what to think. I sat on the edge of his bed as he paced and forth. My head dropped into my hands, elbows resting on my knees.

"Baby." Harry took a spot next to me on the bed. "Babe."

I couldn't look at him. This was my worst fear. His mom and sister seemed to have adored me which I couldn't be more thrilled about. But even missing the approval from one family member made me feel like Harry and I couldn't work out.

"Spencer Delaney McMichael. Look at me right now." He titled my face towards his causing my eyes to flicker open. "Just because me dad is a complete twat doesn't change how I, me mum or sister, or even the guys feel about you. I love you. So stop thinking that we're over just because the arsehole downstairs is a right dick."

"How you know that's what I was thinking?"

"I know you by now babe, almost 6 months into our relationship. I think I can read you." He bopped a finger on my nose causing me to smile. "There it is..." He leave into kiss me. The smile only grew wider as he began to move his lips with mine.

He laid me back down on the bed hovering over me, lust hooding his eyes.

"Harry! Not here!" I pushed him up, resting on my elbows.

"Fine. But it will happen I'll convince you." He leaned back in for another kiss. We were interrupted by a light knock on the door.

"Harold, can I come in please?" It was his mother. I liked her, she seemed so sweet and inviting. Calm and relaxed unlike my crazy mom.

Harry got off of me pulling me up with him. We took out original seats at the foot of the bed. He laced his fingers through mine, placing a quick kiss to my temple.

"Sure mum."

She came in and took a seat next to me. "Oh Spencer dear! I'm so sorry about Al!"

I guess she could tell I had been crying. I could only assume how great I looked, puffy red eyes and running mascara.

"I just wasn't expecting that after you and Charlie had been so welcoming." I shrugged. "Caught me off guard really is all."

"You don't deserve that. I can clearly see how in love you two are. The way you look at each other, the moments you share as if no one else is around. It's beautiful." She rubbed my back. "I'm so truly sorry, Al has been swamped at work and lately he's been bringing it home."

"Mum he's always been a git. Don't make excuses for him."

"Harry not now." She sighed sadly, as if Harry was right. "Just please don't go. I never get to see you Harry, I don't want to lose my 2 days over your fathers neglect for politeness."

"No we aren't leaving mum, but don't expect it to be sunshine and butterflies when we come back down."

She nodded understanding how angry Harry was.

"And you're lucky he's me dad, or else I would have knocked him out right then and there for what he called Spencer. I may not be so nice next time."

"Harry don't be ridiculous." I said squeezing out interlocked fingers.

"Well lunch is ready if you want some. Your father left after Charlie and I laid into him as well. He said he'd go to the office and cool down. Char and I would enjoy your company for lunch."

"We'll be down." I smiled at Lydia as she left the room.

"He just pisses me off so bad." Harry mumbled.

"I'm not sure if it's something you're ready to tells me about, growing up with him, but I'm here for whenever you are. I'll listen, no judgement, no interruptions."

He smiled, kissing me again. "We just never got along. Our personalities just clash. I'm super outgoing and spontaneous. He's super strict and proper. He's a lawyer so it's how he has to be. Mums right, he brings his work home with him a lot and it gets taken out on us. I just don't see where he comes off saying half the shit he does and I let him know. It got me in trouble a lot as a kid but hell he deserves it. We never really did anything together either like a normal father and son. Me mum did everything he was supposed to teach me, ride a bike, play catch, she taught me how to mow the lawn and fix up small issues around the house." He shrugged. "It was almost like I didn't even have a father growing up, he was always submerged in work."

"I'm sorry babe, that has to be incredibly hard."

"And now..." Oh I thought he was finished. "He doesn't approve of the whole One Direction, tour the world be away from the family even when I'm not touring lifestyle I have. Since auditioning on X-Factor our lack of relationship went down even farther. You'd never know cause anytime we're seen out we look like a normal family. He's really so fake."

He was really worked up, his face was red and his chest was rising and falling rapidly. I rubbed small circles on his back letting him know, I was there for him.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have dumped that on you." He hung his head low.

"Hey hey hey." I smiled taking his face between my hands. "I'm your girlfriend and I love you. It's my job to listen to everything, and even if it wasn't I would. Don't ever apologize for telling me about how you feel."

"God. You're so perfect sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky."

"I feel the same way Styles."I winked standing up. "Now let's go spend an awesome day with your mom and sister."

"Go wipe your face off first. You look like a raccoon." He laughed, causing me to roll my eyes.

"I retract my previous statement." I walked towards the bathroom Charlie showed me earlier.

"Which one?" He asked, I paused at the door frame.

"The loving you one. I only kind of like you now."

"But you're a sexy raccoon."

I flipped him off and disappeared into to the bathroom. As I fixed myself up I thought of how the rest of the time here would go. I knew I already liked his mom and sister. It was going to take large apology plus some to get me to like his father. I pushed the negative aside and let the positive sink in. His mom, my biggest fear of not liking me, loved me. I sighed as I reentered Harry's bed room.

"Much better." he smiled looking up from his phone. "Me bird is fit!"

"Still don't love you." I shook my head leaving him alone. I headed down the steps and found my way into the kitchen. It smelt delicious.

"Hope you like soup! I made a huge pot!" Lydia smiled at me from the table. "Let me grab you a bowl."

"Keep eating mum." Harry said from behind me, scaring me half to death. "Sorry love, I didn't realize raccoons were frightened so easily."

I slapped his chest as he laughed at his terrible joke.

"Take a seat, I'll get your bowl." He smiled, placing a quick kiss on my lips. I blushed at the fact that his mom and sister were still in the room.

"Gross. It's weird watching me little bro be all in love and shit."

"It's weird watching me sister still live at our parents house at 23." Harry retaliated.

"Piss off wanker." She laughed.

I enjoy watching Harry with his family. He was sweet and caring all the time but something about seeing it with his family made my heart do flips.

"Uncle Jay called, they all want too see you before you go back to London. They're having a get together tonight, I promised we make an appearance." His mom said, his eyes lit up.

"Brilliant! I can't wait!" He smiled.

"And I forgot to mention Spencer was here, so I apologize love." Lydia looked at me sincerely.

I furrowed my brows confused. "For?"

"Oh our family is bat shit, so once they figure out your Harry's girlfriend, good luck." Charlie smirked.

"They'll just razz you all night." His mom added.

"Yeah it was nice knowing you. We had a good run." Harry laughed as he placed my bowl in front of me.

"Oh greeeeeaaat!" I laughed.

"No worries, it'll be fun nonetheless. My family knows how to throw one hell of a party." Harry smiled. "They'll love you."

"Can't wait."

And that was the truth, I couldn't wait. I was getting along great with almost everyone so far, the rest of his family had to be great. I was excited to finally become what felt like a permanent fixture in Harry's life. Charlie said it herself, he hadn't brought anyone else home. If I wasn't the luckiest girl in the world then I had no idea what luck was.

Notes

HEY! Sorry I haven't posted. I just got my computer back from the repair place.

BUUUUUUT She finally met the family! His mum and sis are great! His dad, ehhhhhhhhhh, someone had to ruin the perfect moment! I like rough patches if you haven't caught on. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!

Let me know what you think! Enjoy!