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Harry:

It was kind of nerve-wracking, thinking about meeting Anne and Gemma.

These were Harry’s girls; these were the women that were with him from the very start.

You were lucky to come into his life when you did.

Eventually, though, you accepted the fact that you were going to meet them. It’s not that you didn’t want to–quite the opposite, actually–you just worried about what they would think of you.

Harry bringing you home sent the message: We’re serious.

That’s why this mattered so much to you.

“You’re thinking again.”

You threw a glare at your boyfriend, even though he couldn’t see it from where he sat in front of you, “I can’t exactly not think, and need I remind you of the time you met my parents.”

Harry didn’t say anything for a moment as the motorcycle slowed down at a red light.

“That was an unexpected meeting,” he retorted, glancing over his shoulder at you, his green eyes shaded behind his helmet.

You stuck your tongue out at him, despite your own helmet, “Shut up.”

He chuckled at you before turning around to face the road ahead, “Just hold on tight, Love. I promise it won’t be that bad.”

You let out a sigh, deciding to trust the love of your life, and wrapped your arms around his waist just before he took off.

“Just relax,” Harry smiled, squeezing your hand as the two of you walked up to the door of his mother’s favorite restaurant.

He opened it for you, letting you enter first but never letting go of your hand.

His name echoed through the small place the moment he entered.

You both scanned the room, looking for the source of the shouts, and when your eyes fell on the two women in the corner shortly after your boyfriend’s, you found yourself smiling.

Harry led you over to his mother and sister, his dimples expressing just how excited he was, “Mum! Gem!”

He pecked both their cheeks before returning to your side, your fingers still intertwined with his.

“Y/N…” he grinned down at you before looking back at your company, “this is my Mum and my sister, Gemma.”

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, Y/N!” Anne announced, getting up from her chair with her hands out.

She pulled you into a hug and an awkward one at that, since you only had one arm to wrap around her frame.

“It’s nice to meet you, too, Mrs–”

“You can call me Mum,” she grinned, pulling away to look at your face.

Her expression was contagious, especially after those words, and when she saw your smile, she turned to her son.

“I like her already,” she remarked, but before Harry could respond, Gemma got out of her seat.

“Alright, Mum. My turn to meet my future sister-in-law,” she beamed, coming up next to the three of you.

Anne stepped aside, resting a hand on her son’s upper arm.

“I’ve been so excited to meet you,” Gemma began, bringing you into a tight hug, her arms around your neck. “Harry’s told me so much about you…and I knew I’d like you.”

“Gem…” Harry warned, his palm warming in yours.

“What? I wouldn’t tell her what you said…” she broke the hug to frown at her brother before looking back at you, “at least…not when you’re around.”

She giggled, causing you to laugh, too.

“Gemma…” Harry whined, pouting. “Don’t tell.”

And just like that, you loved them to death.

Liam:

You were nearly dying from the pit that had formed in your stomach.

Liam’s family would be here within the hour, and Liam had yet to return home with a critical ingredient for the dinner you had prepared.

This dish that you were making just happened to be his father’s favorite. You had asked Liam what his family liked to eat the minute he had invited them. He had laughed at your fussiness but answered your question, giving you a list of favorite meals for each of his sisters and his parents.

In the end, you picked one for each of them, coordinating them so they fit together.

You prayed they liked your cooking and noticed their favorites.

The front door opened and closed while you made your way around the kitchen peninsula to greet your boyfriend with a peck on the lips.

“So…how’s the cooking coming along?” he questioned the minute you parted. “It certainly smells good.”

“Did you get the oregano?”

Liam’s eyes widened, “Shit…”

You wanted to cry.

“Oh…Love, I’m sorry,” he chuckled lightly before pulling a glass bottle full of the herb you had asked for from his coat pocket. “I got what you asked, but I didn’t realize teasing you would bring this sort of reaction…”

Knowing he genuinely was sorry for joking around, you forgave him, “It’s okay…”

“You really have nothing to worry about, though, Y/N,” Liam remarked, shrugging off his coat and hanging it in the closet. “They’re going to love you no matter what you feed them.”

You knew his words held some truth, but a girlfriend could never be too careful when it came to her boyfriend’s family…

“I know, but they’re your family…And you mean a lot to me. I want them to like me,” you said, letting Liam wrap your arms around his waist in a hug.

“They already like you, Y/N,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “because I love you."

"This is simply delicious, Y/N!” Mrs. Payne complimented the moment she had swallowed a bite of the dish that was supposed to be hers. “How did you know I liked this?”

“Liam told me,” you gave credit to your boyfriend before taking a sip of your drink.

“Because she asked,” he threw the compliment right back at you.

“You have to give us the recipe,” Ruth nodded in agreement, gesturing to her plate with her fork.

“I’m glad you like it,” you were glowing from the compliments.

“Liam’s truly lucky, having Y/N’s cooking all the time,” Mr. Payne looked over at his son. “You should be grateful.”

“I am, Dad,” his brown eyes bore into yours. “I am.”

You blushed, looking down at the napkin in your lap, “I’m the lucky one.”

“Aww…” Nicola’s coo brought you two back from your little world, making you feel even more embarrassed.

But the assuring squeeze Liam gave your hand under the table helped.

“So…tell us how you met!” Ruth exclaimed, her eyes moving from her brother to you.

“Well…um…we sort of bumped into each other in London one day…” Liam began, making you laugh.

“‘sort of bumped into?’ You nearly knocked me over, Liam,” you chuckled, catching your boyfriend’s mortified gaze.

“You probably did,” Nicola nodded regretfully. “I apologize, Y/N. Liam can be such a klutz.”

“Nicola!” Liam glared at her while the rest of the table burst into laughter. “It’s not funny!”

“You know I love you,” you grinned at him, intertwining your fingers with his under the table.

Louis:

“We should’ve said something,” you whispered to Louis as he put the car in park.

“C'mon, Love. I want it to be a surprise,” Louis grinned, lacing his fingers with yours.

You gave him a smile, “I know, but…I can’t help thinking how I would feel if my son just showed up out of the blue with his girlfriend, whom I’ve never met.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be too upset with our son,” Louis brought the back of your hand up to his soft lips. “I’d be happy he brought a girl home.”

You rolled your eyes at him, but on the inside, you were happy he made the distinction, that he wanted to have a family with you someday.

“I still think we should’ve told them we were coming,” you sighed, shrugging your shoulders.

“Y/N…they’re my family. They’re used to my antics,” Louis chuckled, unbuckling himself and leaning over to kiss your cheek. “You’ll be like an angel to them; you are to me.”

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips, and you looked away, feeling your cheeks warm, “Alright…but it was your idea to come here unannounced.”

Louis threw his head back in laughter before opening the car door, “Okay, Love. As you wish.”

“This was Louis when he won his first football game,” Johanna grinned, pointing at a picture of a boy with grass stains on his white uniform but wearing an untainted smile that nearly took up his whole face. “He was so happy…”

“I can tell,” you agreed, looking up at her. “So…Louis’ always been the same…?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say always,” she replied, turning the page to show Louis in a Superman costume. “He became a little more serious in his later years…He’s more mature now than ever.”

You glanced out the window, seeing Louis kick the football around with a few of his siblings.

“His life wasn’t easy,” she put simply with a regretful sigh. However, the minute she turned the page to show a baby Louis with cake all over his face, her expression visibly brightened, “but he was always so happy.”

“That’s Louis for you,” you agreed, taking in the toddler’s features. Louis was adorable as a child.

“He’s happier, now, though,” Johannah remarked, meeting your gaze. “His whole world seems to lighten up when he’s around you.”

You bowed your head at her statement, “I don’t know about that…but he certainly makes me happy.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Johannah nodded with approval. “He talks so fondly of you; I have to assume that he’s serious.”

You hoped he was because you saw a future with him and, now, his family.

“You two make a good couple,” she closed the album when she heard the back door open and close shut.

“In here, Love!” Johannah shouted, putting the leather book aside.

Louis entered the room, a suspicious look on his face, “What were you two up to?”

“Nothing,” you both said in sync.

Louis’ eyes narrowed, “I don’t believe you…but I’ll let it slide this time because we want you to join us outside. Up for a game of footie?”

You and Johannah got up from the couch, and Louis was quick to take your hand while Johanna just watched, her eyes twinkling.

Louis led you to the back door before pausing and turning to look at his mother, “You coming, Mum?”

She hummed in agreement before moving to catch up, and when Louis wasn’t looking, she winked at you, mouthing, “Thank you.”

Niall:

You sat at a table full of people that you should’ve been getting to know, but instead, you just watched your boyfriend on the dance floor with his nephew, Theo.

Niall didn’t want you to feel pressured, so he told you that whenever you were ready, he’d take you around and introduce you to his family.

The thing is, though, you didn’t think you’d ever be ready to meet anyone. Well, that was a lie. Theo didn’t seem that intimidating for a four year old.

You got up from your chair, ignoring the curious stares as you made your way onto the dance floor.

“Niall, who’s that?” Theo asked, peering at you over his uncle’s shoulder.

“Who’s who…” Niall trailed off when he saw you standing behind him. His blue eyes trailed up your body to rest on your face, a smile on his lips.

“Hi, Theo. I’m Y/N,” you grinned, squatting down despite the long, form-fitted dress you were in and the high heels that were already killing your feet.

Theo looked hesitantly over at his uncle before giving you a small smile, “Hi, Aunt Y/N!”

You looked over at Niall, who just grinned at you.

“So…how old are you now, Theo?” you questioned, pretending you didn’t know.

“I’m four,” he held up four, chubby little fingers, “and a half. Dad says I can start playing football this year!”

You chuckled at his enthusiasm, “Four is the age to be. You’re practically all grown up.”

Theo nodded, puffing his chest out and looking very proud of himself.

You looked up at the sound of your boyfriend’s name to see Denise and Greg.

“Come on, Theo,” Denise took his hand in hers. “Dinner’s out.”

You stood up, coming face to face with Niall’s sister-in-law. You always thought her a pretty woman, and up close, she was gorgeous.

“You must be Y/N,” Denise’s red lips curved into a grin.

“I am,” you returned the smile, unsure on whether to hold out a hand for her to shake or hug her.

Denise came forward, pulling you into a one-armed hug, “It’s nice to finally meet the girl Niall can’t stop talking about.”

You blushed at that revelation but returned the gesture, “Thank you, but the pleasure is really all mine.”

She broke the hug, her face still bright, “Well, I have to feed Theo right now, but we’ll definitely talk later.”

She gave you a wink before walking off, her son in tow.

“Y/N,” you felt someone tug on your hand.

You turned to see that the hand on yours was indeed your boyfriend’s, and he was smiling at you expectantly. Your eyes drifted from his face to his elder brother beside him.

Greg beamed at you, coming forward to pull you into a hug, “Nice to finally meet ya, Y/N, especially when you’re all I ever hear about from Niall.”

You glanced at Niall over his brother’s shoulder, and he looked away bashfully.

“It’s nice to meet you, too, Greg. Niall speaks fondly of you,” you smiled.

“Well, I hope you’re ready to meet a lot of people,” Greg chuckled, putting a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “This love struck lad practically told the whole family about you.”

You beamed at Niall, who was outwardly glaring at his brother.

“But I think ya should meet my mum first. She’s been dying to meet ya,” Greg nodded towards the table where an older woman sat, gazing at the three of you kindly.

Now, meeting the family didn’t seem so bad.

Zayn:

You came home from work to the sound of unfamiliar voices.

You took off your shoes by the door, overhearing the conversation between your boyfriend and whoever he had as company.

“She should be home soon, actually,” Zayn said.

“I can’t wait to meet her!” came a female voice.

“From what you’ve told us, she sounds wonderful,” another woman remarked.

“She is,” Zayn agreed. “You don’t understand, Duniya. I think she’s the one.”

“Oh, how exciting! Now I really can’t wait to meet her.”

You knew they were talking about you, and you also had a clue to just who was in the next room with Zayn. Now, you were having trouble finding the will to walk into there.

You were going to meet his sisters…

Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later, especially now that you and Zayn were living together and discussing a future.

You just didn’t expect that day to be today.

With a sigh, you squared your shoulders and entered the living room, “Hi…”

Four cheerful faces gazed at you while Zayn got up from his seat on the couch to kiss your cheek, “Welcome home, Love.”

You smiled at him before turning to look at the four other women that shared Zayn’s heart with you.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, Y/N,” Zayn’s mother was the first to greet you, getting up from her spot on the loveseat and coming over to press a kiss to your cheek. “Zayn’s been telling us all about you. ”

“All good I hope,” you glanced over at your beaming boyfriend.

“I’m sure there isn’t anything bad for him to say,” Doniya grinned, putting a hand on your shoulder before pulling you into a hug.

“How are you, Y/N?” Safaa asked before taking Doniya’s place.

“I’m doing well. How are you Safaa?” you questioned with a smile.

“Just lovely!” her smile was wide and her brown eyes were bright.

Waliyha came afterwards, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “Hi, Y/N. I’m Waliyha.”

“I know. Zayn’s told me a lot about the four of you,” you returned her gesture.

When everyone was sitting down again, you offered to put the kettle on.

“I’ll handle it, Love,” Zayn got up from the couch, heading towards the kitchen. “You get to know each other a bit more.”

“Are you sure, Zayn?” you frowned.

To be honest, you were a little nervous about being left with these four women, considering they were the four most important females in Zayn’s life.

But the minute he left the room, a conversation started, filled with do-you-remembers and does-he-stills. It was nice to hear about Zayn’s embarrassing little quirks, especially the ones he had grown out of. Before long, the lot of you were laughing your arses off.

“I really must bring a photo album next time,” Trisha said once she had calmed down a bit. “His baby album is simply adorable.”

“I can imagine,” you agreed, knowing from the few pictures you had seen of Zayn as a child and from the stories his family had just told you that your boyfriend was quite the rambunctious little boy.

“Well, now he’s all grown up,” Doniya sighed, giving you a small smile. “And he got lucky.”

“I don’t know about that…” you looked away shyly.

But before anyone could say anything to deny your statement, Zayn entered the room, a tray of hot mugs in his hands, “What was all the laughter I heard earlier?”

The five of you shared a grin.

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