"I though loving acts, loving words are meaningless." - Anonymous

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"Fuck." Harry muttered under his breath making my insides twist and turn. He looked handsome, he always looked...delicious especially in a tux.

"You look beautiful." He smirked laying a kiss on my bare collarbone.

"Harry my parents are behind you." I squirmed, my cheeks turning beetroot red.

"Uh yeah." He composed himself. "Your daughter looks beautiful, Mr. Malik." He smirks at my father who gives him a death glare enough to make you feel like you have been sent to hell. My mom just stands there in awe, like I'm going to prom and ...

"She is not sleeping ove-" my dad adds but I'm quick to interrupt. "BUT DAD IT WILL BE LATE..." I pout, thank goodness my brother isn't around otherwise I wouldn't even make it out the door. He left for New York earlier after his lecturer told him that he needed to fix his assignments which may affect his soccer scholarship.

"I know but he will be responsible enough to bring you back home by ten pm." I sighed because I knew there was no way of arguing with my dad. He always thought he was right every damn time.

"No problem, Mr. M." Harry added.

"Honey don't listen to your father's whining, have fun okay ?" My mom whispered in my ear as she hugged me goodbye. At least I had my mother's support on this.

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Through out the drive, I was nervous. Meeting Harry's mom was a big deal well meeting any guy's mom is a huge deal. I fumbled with my fingers in distress.

"Harry..-" I let out a sigh, he's eyes where fixated on the road.

"What's your mom like ?" I asked curiously, I stared at his perfectly defined jawline and chiseled handsome face. I didn't know anything about Harry's mom except the fact that she was divorced.

"She is not your typical mom." He sighed. "She sucks in that department actually...." I felt sad hearing him mention this.

"Just tell me her likes and dislikes so I won't be on her bad side." I encouraged him seeing that this was a touchy subject for him, I gently layed my hand on his. He tensed but quickly composed himself in a minute.

"She spends most of her time shopping and travelling." He adds in a stiff voice but I gently squeeze his hand earning a small smile from him.

"Isn't that her job ?" I reply. During high school, I always overheard conversations about how his mother was the editor of a famous fashion blog.

"It is but I'd like to think she overdoes it."

"Does it bother you ?"

"It used to but now i really don't care as long as she is happy. If buying Prada and Gucci makes her happy than being with her own son then so be it."

That's when it all made sense, Harry just wanted his mother's attention...

"Anyways what is the event about? " I decided to change the subject.

"It's a charity event, my mom wants to raise awareness on suicide, depression, anxiety and all the mental disorders that are faced by people everyday."

"Oh-" I opted to say something but I couldn't muster anthing. "She is quite thoughtful, I like her already."

I know how depression feels and how it can take you down with eacg thought and worry consumed.

"She has experienced it so yeah.." he muttered.

"It must have been horrible..." I said softly.

"It was but here she is now advising other people and hosting campaigns." He said proudly.

"Maybe you can tell me all about it some other time.." I have gave him a lopsided smile.

"I love how you are such a good listener. " he muttered out of the blue making my heart flutter with butterflies. The car comes to a halt , turning off the ignition. He turns to look at me. "Above all I love you." He lays a kiss on my bare hand which makes me shiver with need. I'm not the best at sharing my feelings so I immediately pull my hand back.

"Harry, I'm nervous." I mutter.

"You shouldn't be, you look absolutely dashing. You have no idea how much self control I'm putting in just so I don't rip that dress off you." He says in a low voice. His green orbs looking at mine.

"What if she doesn't like me ?" I add looking away.

"She will have to deal with it because I'm not letting go of you anytime soon." He brings me close for a warm soft kiss and I don't really mind, I missed his lips on mine. It worries me that I plan on leaving him after this summer and he plans on never letting me go...

"Now come on woman, let me show you off." He says with a grin before laying another kiss on my lips.

"Harry ! You will ruin my makeup." I squeal.

"You look even more beautiful without it." He smirks wiping the corner of my lips with his thumb. I love his most intimate gestures. It's silent for a while as he stares at me with those beautiful eyes.

"Fuck Zaneh, I could take you right now.." he growls in the most sexy manor.

"I'm not going anywhere tonight." I reply.

"But your curfew-"

"Fuck my curfew, I want to be with you." I don't even realise what I'm saying until it is already out of my mouth.

"We can still ditch the party and just go right for the main course." He smirks.

"No, Harry." I blush. " I want to meet your mom."

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