My parents and I had lunch together almost every day, having a normal family time together, some times at my place and other times at little restaurants. It was always nice to be with them, even if sometimes they just talked about work or had to leave to answer their phones. During their time here we went sightseeing and spent an amazing time visiting many places and taking lots of pictures together.

“So are you liking London?” Mom asked during lunch at my place.

“Yeah it’s amazing. I love it here.”

“I bet you do.” Dad said.

“And this house is lovely. I loved the way you decorated it.” Mom smiled. “It doesn’t look like grandma’s house anymore.”

“I know.” I laughed.

When we finished lunch mom helped me clean the kitchen while dad sat on the couch, reading the newspaper. We also made plans to have dinner at a nice fancy restaurant, so they were leaving soon to get dressed properly. We were almost done with the kitchen when there was a knock on the door. I excused myself and walk to the door, opening and revealing a smiling Harry.

“Harry, hi.” I smiled.

“Hey babe. The boys and I will go to the club tonight, do you want to come?”

“I can’t, I’m having dinner with my parents tonight.”

“Oh maybe another day then.” Harry smiled. “I see things are working out between you and your parents.”

“Yeah it’s going great.”

“Jane, who’s at the door?” I heard dad asking.

“It’s Harry.” I said taking Harry’s hand and walking inside with him. “Remember him?”

“Oh right.”

“Hello Mr. and Mrs. Courson.”

“Hello.” They said in a not so nice tone.

“So Jane, how exactly did you met those famous friends of yours?” Dad said, completely ignoring Harry.

“I told you, Harry lives next door. I was having trouble with carrying some boxes inside so he helped me.”

“Yeah I remember that.” Harry laughed. “Jane almost fell when she was carrying a heavy box.”

“Yeah I almost did.” I laughed, remembering how silly I looked. “Thanks again for helping me.” I said kissing his cheek.

“I don’t like him.” Dad said, referring to Harry. I looked at Harry, who was next to me looking awkwardly at the floor.

“What? Dad come on.”

“He is famous, Jane.” Mom said. “And we have read and heard a lot about him.” I rolled my eyes.

“He’s a man whore and we don’t want you to get hurt.” Harry looked really hurt about this I could see it in his eyes.

“Or pregnant.” Mom added.

“He is not a man whore, dad! Those are just rumours! And I would really appreciate if you stop saying things like that about Harry!”

“We don’t want you to see him anymore.” Dad said softly but angrily. I looked back at Harry and saw him quietly leaving.

“Why? He is just my friend!”

“Friend? Jane, he is a bit too touchy with you! And he’s not even your age!”

“He is just one year older!” I said frustrated. “Why don’t you trust in me? Harry is just my friend, we are not having sex, AND he is a good boy!”

“Jane we only want the best for you.” Mom said.

“You know you will get in a lot of trouble for dating him, don’t you?”

“He is just my friend.”

“Okay he is just your friend but he is famous and that’s too much to get yourself into, you are just a normal girl, his life is unpredictable, fans are going to hate on you because they might be jealous and he is going to end up hurting you.”

“Stop it! He is just a normal boy! Okay he is part of a famous band but that doesn’t make him different, he is a normal sweet boy and he is my friend… and I don’t care about what other people say, not even you."

“Jane-”

“Please! I won’t stop seeing him just because you don’t like him, he is my friend and I know everything you read in the magazines is not always true.” I really didn’t want to keep fighting with them about all of this. “Just trust in me. Please.” Dad sighed and looked at mom, they didn’t say anything for couple minutes, just kind of looked around and at each other.

"There are going to be a lot of problems if he hurts you.” Dad said. "And I mean it. I don't care how famous is he, I will hunt him down." I smiled and hugged him.

“Thank you for understanding.” I said giving him a kiss on the cheek and walking to the door.

“Where are you going?”

“To Harry’s. You were very rude with him so I need to talk to him.” I said opening the door, but stopping before leaving. “I want you to apologize to him.” I said looking at both of them. “Maybe you can at dinner tonight. And you can get to know him and realize he actually is a nice guy.” And with that I left.

Harry was probably at his house next door, I prayed for him to be there because I really felt terrible for the terrible things my parents said about him in front of him and I wanted to apologize, I felt like it was completely my fault. I ran to his house and knocked on the door desperately.

“Harry? Harry please open the door.” I said softly, getting no answer. “Please, Harry, please open up.” Minutes later the door opened, revealing Harry. I knew he was crying, his eyes were a bit red and it just broke my heart.

“Hi.” He said weakly.

“Harry.” Before saying anything I hugged him tightly, not getting a hug back. “I’m so sorry for what my parents said. I’m sorry.” I said burying my head on his chest, waiting for an answer from him.

What if this was the end of it? What if Harry never wants to talk to me anymore? It scared me to think this was the end of our friendship. I felt tears going down my cheeks but I still didn’t want to let go. After a couple seconds he sighed and I felt him hug back.

“I’m sorry.” I said one more time.

“It’s okay.” He said softly, breaking the hug. “I know your parents think that the stories they read about me are truth so they are worried." He said looking at his feet. I knew he was uncomfortable and sad with all of this thing with my parents.

"I’m sorry. I know they are not true." I touched his shoulder, making him look up.

"They are not."

"I know." I smiled and then stood on my tiptoes, kissing him softly. "Don't worry about them, Harry."

"I just... I don't want my girlfriend's parents-" I raised an eyebrow when he said that word, girlfriend. "I mean your parents... I don't know why I said that." He laughed nervously.

"Shut up already." I said and gave him a soft kiss. He smiled into the kiss and kissed back, taking my face in his hands. “I’m sorry again.” I said once we broke the kiss.

“Stop apologizing.” He laughed.

“Sorry.”

“I just… feel weird now that your parents don’t want you to see me anymore. I mean, you are disobeying them.”

“Don’t worry about it… like I said to them, I don’t care what anyone says. I like you, Harry, and I know you, the real you, not the Harry tabloids talk about.” I said giving him a shy smile. “And my parents are willing to give you a chance and get to know you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, we are all having dinner together tonight.” I said emphasizing the ‘all’. “Of course, if you want to.”

“Of course, I would love to.” He smiled. “Wow I’m getting nervous.” He laughed nervously.

“Don’t worry. It’s going to be okay.” I kissed his cheek.

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Harry told me he was going to get everything done, and by everything I mean the restaurant reservation. He chose Alain Ducasse at the Dorchester restaurant, which was an amazing 3 Michelin stars’ restaurant. I’ve heard really good things about it so I was excited to try it.

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We arrived to the restaurant in Harry's Rage Rover, the restaurant was only 15 minutes away from our place so the awkward silence didn’t last long. Once we arrived Harry helped me out and my dad helped my mom out and then we walked into the restaurant, Harry beside me with his hand on the small of my back. Thankfully there was no paparazzi ruining this, I guess they had no idea Harry was coming here tonight.

"Reservations under Styles." Harry said to the woman at the front.

"This way, Mr. Styles." She smiled at Harry, probably recognising him and walked us to a table in the corner. Harry sat next to me and my parents in front of us.

The restaurant was beautiful, it was so elegant and we had a beautiful view to Park Lane, it was absolutely beautiful, I was amazed. To start, Harry ordered a quite expensive champagne, La Grande Annee Bollinger champagne for us. I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea but he insisted.

This was good, my parents were being nice with Harry and we all had a nice talk. Harry’s hand was on mine the whole time, probably because he was nervous because my parents kept asking a lot of questions about him while we waited for our food to arrive.

“I told my daughter I was going to give you a chance and get to know you…” Dad said looking at Harry. “Why don’t you tell us about you.” Harry looked over at me, looking a bit nervous before looking back at my parents.

“Well… I’m 18 years old and I like to sing.” He said nervously.

“Well we kind of know that.” Mom laughed softly.

“What about your family?”

Harry told us about his life before One Direction, about his family and pretty much everything and my parents seemed really pleased about this. After a million questions I knew my parents made up their minds about him, and now their smiles seemed legit. They told me they really liked him but were still concerned because he was very famous and that could only bring trouble in my life. But honestly I didn't care, I wanted to take that risk and just live and enjoy.

After our dinner Harry drove my parents to their hotel and then he drove me home. It was already late so I just wanted to go to bed.

“Thank you so much for this, Harry.” I smiled at him at my door.

“It was my pleasure.” He kissed my hand like a total gentleman.

“It was lovely, but you didn’t have to pay for all of that.”

“Don’t worry about it, babe. I wanted to.” He smiled.

“You look really handsome with a suit.” I said shyly looking at the ground.

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