One Direction Imagines

Meeting the Family Harry Imagine for Karen

“Bye, mom. I'll see you later. As soon as I wake up Harry, we'll be on our way." You told your mom through the phone.

"Okay, sweetie, I'll see you then."

"Love you, mom." You told her back.

"Love you too, Hun. I'll see you soon." She said back, and that's where the call ended.

You put your cell phone back of the counter, and sighed; time to wake up Harry. You looked ate the clock then walked to the stairs of your shared flat with Harry.

You and Harry had been out clubbing last night until five in the morning, so it was explainable that he slept until 2:30 p.m. You hadn't actually woken up until half an hour ago.

You walked into the room, and saw Harry sleeping. You walked to the side of the bed, and tried shaking him awake.

It was no use; he just mumbled and turned around.

“Harry, wake up!” You told him shaking him even more.

Nothing.

You tried taking his pillow out from under him and hitting him with it.

Nope, he just took your pillow, and then squirmed around so he was on his back.

You took a deep breath as you tried to think of another way to wake him up.

You smirked as you climbed on top of Harry and put your hands on each of his shoulders as you went down on him and to his ear.

“Harrrrrrrry, wake up.” You said into his ear.

He mumbled as you continued.

“Wake uuuup.” You tried again, but this time, you kissed his ear, and started down his neck.

“Babe,” Harry groaned in his groggy morning voice as he moaned.

“Wake up…” You drifted off as you kept kissing down his neck, and then up his jaw.

“I’m up!” He said rubbing his eyes. You placed on last kiss on his lips before getting off of him, and plopping down on the bed next to him. You moved to get off the bed, but Harry’s hands wrapping around you stopped you from doing so.

“What are you doing?” You asked giggling as your back was pressed to his bare chest.

“Stay in bed with me.” He said in his deep groggy voice as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“I wish I could, but we have to get ready.” You told him.

“Get ready for what?” He mumbled.

“My parents are coming to visit me, and to finally meet you.” You told him.

You moved to England about a year ago, to come to school, and in some crazy way, a year later, you ended up the girlfriend of Harry Styles, and now you were living together, and your parents were finally coming to visit you, and to meet Harry.

He groaned as he released his arms from around you, and lay back on his back.

“What’s wrong?” You asked furrowing your eyebrows and turned to face him.

“What? Nothing…” He said rubbing his eyes again as he sat up, and got out of bed, and walked to the bathroom with his sweat pants hanging low on his waist, as his broad shoulders swayed slightly with every step he took.

“That’s a lie, what’s wrong?” You asked as you got up and followed him to the bathroom.

“Karen, you know I love you, but I’m not good with families. Every father has hated me with every girl I date.” He tells you.