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Harry's P.O.V.
"What if they don't like me?" I said worriedly as I adjusted the collar of my shirt for perhaps the hundredth time in the past ten minutes. Y/N laughed lightly and pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose.
"They're going to love you, stop being so tense." Y/N said while grabbing my hand with hers. I could feel my stomach doing flips and flops inside of me and I had to try my hardest not to throw up.
Meeting Y/N's parents for the first time was a nerve wracking experience. I knew nothing about them other than the fact that they were well, her parents. I was constantly trying to get some sort of information out of Y/N about what they liked or disliked but she wouldn't budge. She told me she wanted me to be myself and not someone that I wasn't.
Dammit.
She opened the front door to her house before mouthing the words "relax" to me once more for good luck. I tried to let the word sink in but before I could even ponder the thought I saw her parents.
David Beckham.
The David Beckham. My girlfriend was the daughter of David Beckham. My stomach was now in the Olympics going for gold in gymnastics because now it was jumping around like crazy.
"Mom, dad, this is my boyfriend Harry," she began while trying to push me past the fact that her father was David Beckham. "Harry this is my mom and dad." She said and I tried to shake my nerves off again while I reached out to shake his hand.
"Nice to meet you Harry," Y/N's mother said politely.
"You as well," I managed to croak out. She smiled at me and I returned the favor.
"Would you like me to take your coat?" She asked and I looked down to realize that I was still wearing my winter coat. I nodded and thanked her as she took my coat and headed out of the room, Y/N trailing behind.
I was then left alone in the room with David Beckham...Maybe if I was really discreet I could ask for his autograph for my "cousin." No-I couldn't...
"I'm a huge fan of yours sir," I said while trying to ease my nerves. I figured there was no easy way to combat them other than to just tackle them head on.
"Call me David and thank you Harry." He said with a smile. Holy shit he just told me to call him David. I needed to send Y/N a telepathic message to ask him to sign something for me. "Do you play?" He said while I became lost in the mass amounts of awards and trophies scattered around the living room.
"Yes but I'm not very good," I admitted. With my knowledge and understanding of the football game I feel like I should be a lot better at football.
"Y/N has told me you're pretty good, don't doubt yourself." He said with a smile and Y/N came back into the room.
"Thank you," I said with a smile.
"Anytime. Well I'll leave you two alone, nice meeting you Harry."
"You too," I said as he got up and left the room. Y/N looked at me and now I understood why she didn't tell me about her parents in the first place.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you I just didn't want to make you even more nervous than you already were," she said. "You should've saw your face though when you saw him."
"Oh shut up," I teased.
"Would you like me to get you an autograph?" She teased back.
"Yes," I answered a bit too willingly. She laughed, probably thinking I was joking but I was serious.
