The Chase (h.s. au)

Chapter 7

Harry.

"It's not like they will kill you. Watch out if you see any rifles on the wall," Lance says, my hand flipping him off.

"There are no rifles on the wall. She invited me and I have no idea what to do. I like her and I want to impress her parents so they don't hate me anymore."

He stands from my couch and plays with the soccer ball. "Where a fancy shirt or some shit," he suggests, my lips sighing as I look in my closet. I've never had an occasion to dress up for before today.

I pull my shirt over my head and button a black button up onto my torso. I find a pair of nicer pants and put them on my legs, Lance telling me to do something to my hair. I nod and walk into the bathroom, brushing my curls back.

"Do you think I should bring her flowers?" I ask, his head nodding.

"Girls like that. I gave girls flowers on every date," he says, my head nodding.

After I put some cologne on, I grab my phone and shove it into my pocket. "Looking good man," he says, my nerves extremely high.

"I need a sport coat," I say, shrugging the jacket on my arms. He nods and gives a thumbs up, my head nodding.

"I'll see you later mate," I tell him, rushing down the stairs. Upon entering my car, I drive down to the flower shop and pay for roses. Once I grab the roses, I take a deep breath and finish the journey to the Michaels' house.

I park and see two fancy cars in the driveway, my car normal compared to the high end ones. Shutting the door fills my anticipation and I make my way up the steps the front door, my finger pressing the doorbell.

The wait feels so long and I'm met with Mr. Michaels, Lauren behind him.

"Hello Mr. Michaels," I say, Lauren grinning at me.

"Hello Mr. Styles. I see you were invited to our business gathering," he states coldly, my throat swallowing my pride.

Lauren pushes him aside and invites me in, grabbing my hand. She receives my flowers and her eyes light up, her hand wrapping around the stems.

"Thank you. This is so nice of you," she says, keeping her fingers between mine.

"I wanted to do something right," I whisper, her smile never ceasing.

She leads me into the dining room and I sit across from her, another couple in the room besides her parents.

"I'm Harry Styles," I introduce myself, shaking the man's hand. He introduces his name and I nod, the woman following. Beverly and Ned Johnson.

"So, Harry..." her father starts, my hand desperately wishing Lauren's was laced through mine.

"What are your plans for college?" he asks, her mother smiling as someone brings food to the table. They have a maid?

"I'm attended Michigan State in the fall. I'm majoring in engineering," I say, Beverly smirking at her husband.

"Engineering is...quite a rough job. Not a lot of money is made in that field," Ned says.

"Yes, but if I'm doing something I enjoy then it shouldn't matter," I say, her father frowning.

"Lauren is studying Humanities on a full scholarship to Stanford because she's earned everything she has. Studying and good grades help you excel," he says, my hand grabbing my fork.

"I'm on scholarship. Full-ride," I say.

"Michigan State is a state college. Not ivy-league," Beverly nearly laughs.