Izallouis’ view:
“He is on his way.” I informed my antsy grandmum.
“Do I look ok?? I know I don’t look eighty anymore but I just want to look my best.” We laughed at her joke and then continued to catch up. She was here for two days and we still haven’t finished. Soon enough the doorbell rang and in came the curls.
“Hey.” I said hugging him.
“Hey.” He rubbed my back and squeezed me a bit.
“This is my grandmum.” I said and ushered him to her.
“Don’t be modest Iz. I'm her mother.” Harry looked at me with a weird face. He didn’t know what to do but I laughed because it was something she would do.
“Lighten up.” I said and lightly nudged him into a booth. He sat down and was really stiff.
“So, cheeky Harry isn’t so cheeky when he's nervous.” Grandmum winked at me.
“I guess not.” I smiled at him. He slipped his lips into a crooked smile and looked around avoiding eye contact.
“So, Harry.” This was where Grandmum started in on his personal life and famous life. She was going to dig deep because she swears something is going on between us.
“Yes ma'am.” He looked at her with a cute dimple showing. I poked it and he chuckled and took my hand in his down to his lap. It rested on his warm thigh and in his hand.
“Please don’t call me that! Makes me feel old.” She laughed.
“But you are.” He said. She gave him the most appalled look and he dropped his grin. After a second or two of silence Grandmum and I laughed. He stifled one but seemed too nervous to mean it.
“You really need to loosen up.” I grabbed his thigh and he lurched.
“How about you two go and get us some fondue food.” She winked at me. I slid out of the booth and he followed still holding my hand. Once we reached the fondue table he dropped it and handed me a plate.
“I'm failing.” He said. I laughed and it was pretty loud so I'm sure Grandmum heard.
“What do you mean??” I asked quieter.
“She hates me.” He looked truly hurt.
“That woman can't hate anyone. Just joke, laugh, and smile.” I nudged a smile out of him.
“She is your only family left, it makes me nervous.” He said looking at me directly.
“Just because she is my only family doesn’t mean you should treat her differently. I just wish you could have met my dad. If you are nervous to meet her I would have loved to see you meeting my dad.” I wrapped my arm in-between his and his stomach to give him a side hug. “Just be yourself.” I whispered. I secretly smelled him. I loved the way he smelled. It wasn’t a type of cologne or anything that comes from a bottle it was natural and homey. It reminded me of my dad.
“Let’s get through this together.” He smiled down at me and grabbed the extra plate for my grandmum. We walked back and sat in the same spots. We started to dip our food in the chocolate fountain present at our table.
“So Styles, why are you befriending my Iza??” She asked.
“It just happened. I don’t even remember. I just feel like I have known her for forever.” He cuddled me into his side.
“So are you dating??” Grandmum was always forward.
“No, no, no. It's not like that.” Harry said calmly.
“So you just act like it??” She leaned forward. I was shoving my face with food because this couldn’t be any more awkward. In awkward situations I eat. Actually I eat in any situation but awkward happens to show a lot more.
“I guess. I love her. Just clearly as a friend. Isn't that right??” They both looked at me and my mouth was completely full.
“Yeah.” I said muffled.
“She’s quite the charmer.” He joked. Grandmum laughed.
“So, why are you so late to meet us here??” These questions just get weirder and weirder.
“I have a show that was filming and I was only halfway done when Iz called me. Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude but I have to put my job first.”
“How do you expect to settle down??” She seemed intrigued.
“I don’t… I don’t know.” He seemed to put the most thought into that right there.
“Well then…” I said after swallowing. “How about we go do something more exciting.” I suggested.
“I'm up for it.” Harry smiled.
“Let’s see if Styles can keep up with us.” Grandmum was ready for a good time anytime.
“You bet your bum granny.” He winked as he slipped out of the booth. She started to lift herself up and he went to help.
“Don’t.” I said.
“You should help her.” He said not moving.
“I don’t like it, makes me feel old.” She plopped in her chair.
“What doesn’t make you feel old, dinosaurs??” Harry shot out. “I'm sorry.” He said shortly after.
“That was a good one. Don’t apologize!” She laughed. I smiled knowing he would like her and vice versa.
“God, I just feel like I'm being mean.” He chuckled and it was real.
“Well lighten up because we will rip you apart.” She said as I wheeled her to the open door he held.

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