Even though I was really angry at Niall for lying right into face, I was really glad that Harry had been drunk, because that meant that nothing in the pictures was real. When I realized this I almost threw myself at Harry and kissed him. He leant over me and returned the kiss eagerly.
“I’ve really missed this..” he whispered into my ear and I giggled.
“So anyway, congrats with an amazing performance!” I bursted out and smiled at Harry “how does it feel?” I probably could have hit him in the stomach and got the same expression. He looked devastated.
“I.. It was horrible, wasn’t it? I can’t believe I managed to mess up our very first live performance..”. Tears started to build up in his eyes.
“No Harry, you’re so wrong! You’re probably the only one who thinks that.”
“Well, I’m not so sure about that…” he murmured and shot a gaze over at his iPhone that was lying on the table.
“Wait, what? People have been talking shit about you?” I asked angrily and reached for his phone.
On twitter he’d typed in “Harry shit” and loads of tweets about how much the performance had sucked streamed in all the time.
“Harry, why did you search for this?” I tried to meet his green eyes, but he just looked away.
“I don’t know.. it’s ridiculous. I guess I’m just kind of looking for comments to make sure that I’m right about being bad…” I could see that Harry was really hurt and that these comments had really affected him. I took his hand and clenched it softly.
“You know that those people are just jealous of you, right? And when you search for things like that, you only fine the negative comments. Just imagine how many thousands of fans who’re out there, being incredibly proud of you right now, because you did an amazing job. But you won’t find those comments when you type in ‘Harry shit’”. I stroke a tear away from his cheek.
“I’ve always wanted to be one of those people who don’t really care about what people think about them…” Harry took a deep breath and tried to collect himself before he continued. “but I just… I just don’t think I am..”.
I was speechless. Nothing I said would make any difference anyway, so instead I just let him lay his head in my lap. While he cried a little more I ran my fingers through his soft curls.
After about 10 minutes he started to calm down and his breath went so slow I was almost convinced that he’d fell asleep. I was just about to shake his head when the four other boys bursted inside the room without even knocking.
“We’re heading out to celebrate with dinner and stuff. Are you guys done making out now?” Louis teased, before he noticed the look on Harry’s face. It was obvious that he immediately understood why he was upset, because he came over to the couch right away and lay a hand on Harry’s shoulder.
“Hey, you did amazing, man! Don’t worry about it.” Louis twittered happily.
“Yes, you nailed it, Hazza!” Liam assured him while the two other boys nodded in agreement. Even though Harry was really down, the boys seemed to light him up a bit and something that looked like a smile started to build up in his tired face. He looked over at me.
“Do you want to join us, Susann?” He asked. “You have to meet my family and stuff.”
“Yeah, of course” I smiled and took his hand. It was a bit awkward how Harry and I had been dating for almost a month now and still I hadn’t met his family. The thought of meeting them made me a bit nervous and I mostly wanted to run away and hide, but I gritted my teeth together and stayed. I’d already ruined enough between me and Harry, so I wasn’t going to ruin even more by being a major coward.
We got ready and went outside to find two black cars with tinted windows waiting for us. We split into two groups, and me and Harry joined Louis and his girlfriend, Eleanor, in one of the cars. She was beautiful. Long skinny legs, perfect brown wavy hair and she was modeling for Hollister. I’d expected her to be really shallow, but she was actually really nice and we got along right away. Harry held my hand through the entire trip and when we arrived at Murano restaurant 15 minutes, he whispered into my ear.
“Don’t be nervous about meeting my family. Just be yourself, I’m sure they’ll love you almost as much as I do!” He laughed and I smiled back at him. Even though I hadn’t told him I was nervous about meeting his family, he’d noticed that I’d been a bit stiff. Now I suddenly relaxed a bit more.
We walked out of the car and a bunch of paparazzies surrounded us, taking pictures, screaming and asking the boys questions.
“Don’t let go of my hand” Harry whispered and he posed for a few pictures and answered some questions, before we walked inside Murano. When we entered the restaurant I suddenly felt really underdressed, because it was so fancy I barely dared to touch anything at all. The tables were perfectly laid with luxurious plates and cutlery.
We met Harry’s mom, stepdad and sister as soon as we got inside. They walked up to us immediately and congratulated Harry with the performance, before they turned their attention to me.
“Hi, you must be Susann? I’ve heard so much about you!” His mom said nicely with a big smile on her face. “It’s lovely to finally meet you, I’m Anne” she introduced herself and shook my hand.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, too” I shook her hand back. His stepdad introduced himself as Robin and his older sister as Gemma. I realized that I didn’t have anything to worry about, because they were all extremely friendly towards me.
The entire evening went by just perfectly fine and I got along really well with everyone; the boys, their families and girlfriends. I was just going to the ladies room when I noticed someone behind me.
“Susann wait, I need to talk to you..”