"hello anne." i smiled at harry's mum.

harry had invited me over for dinner today.

"robin." i shook his hand, and we sat down.

"how's perrie? she's a lovely girl." anne smiled, beginning to serve out the food.

"uh.. she's good." i hesitated.

harry sat beside me. his hand was on my thigh.

"you've been out with harry and his mysterious girlfriend yet?" robin asked me.

i furrowed my brows. "w-" harry cut me off.

"no, no. not yet. may we please be excused?" harry grabbed my hand, and brought me to the washroom.

"what the heck what that?!" i asked, annoyed.

"when i was dating louis, they didn't know!!" harry whisper shouted.

"how'd you get him up to your room??!!" i scolded at harry.

"i just got him up somehow. they don't know i like boys. i need to to be with me when i tell them.. which is tonight." harry pleaded, a glimmer in his eyes.

"harry?! what?! i.. i thought you told them?! what?" i was confused.

"no i never did. i need you with me. please babe." harry sighed.

"fine love." i pecked his lips and we walked out and sat back down.

"everything okay you two?" robin questioned us, sternly.

"actually.." harry began. "mum. dad.. i don't mean to startle you or anything as we're having dinner but there's something i need to tell you." harry's grip tightened on my thigh.

i winced, then laughed a little.

"yes harry?" anne put her glass down.

"i'm gay. there was no girlfriend. it was zayn." harry sighed.

robin nearly choked. "go home zayn." he said firmly.

i quickly got up and scurried to the door. harry followed me.

"no babe please. don't leave." harry grabbed my hand.

robin stomped towards us and swatted harry's hand off of mine.

"jesus christ! leave poor harry alone." i defended, stepping in.

"excuse me?! he's my son. i can do what I want. and i clearly don't accept this." robin frowned.

anne came up to us all at the door. "harry.. this isn't actually okay.. you realize?" anne said calmly.

"it's perfectly okay. he can be whatever he wants!" I shouted.

"zayn. i suggest you leave right now." robin was serious.

"dad leave zayn out of this! let me be who i want!" harry was on the verge of tears.

"this isn't okay harry. please talk to us." anne stepped in front of robin.

"anne. let me deal with this." robin scolded from behind.

i couldn't take it anymore. i grabbed harry's hand and led him into my car where we drove off to the middle of no where.

"zayn." harry sniffles as we climbed up a huge hill.

when we finally made it to the top, i sat down, harry plopping down into my lap.

"it's okay baby. i've got you." harry cried into my shirt, as i rubbed his back.

"zayn they hate me." harry sobbed, his voice muffled.

"harry. it's okay. they still love you." I kissed harry's head continuously rubbing soft circles on his back.

"no they don't." harry looked up at me, his beautiful green eyes red and puffy.

"harry. guess who will always love you?" i smiled down at the curly headed boy in my lap.

"who z?" harry mumbled.

i wiped one of his tears.

"me." i kissed him.

when we let go, harry sighed. "maybe we can just run away now." he said, nuzzling his head on my shoulder.

"my dad said when i graduate i can take the year off if i wanted. do what ever i want. crazy right?" i laughed.

"maybe we can go to paris for the year." harry said, kissing my neck once.

"maybe. i've got some money I've saved for something.. anything.. it's probably enough to get two plane tickets and an apartment... aha, that's a lot." i bit my lip.

"i've got some money too zayn." harry looked up at me.

"we might just be able to run away haz." i grinned.

harry didn't smile.

"c'mon haz. i love that little smile of yours." I kissed harry's cheek, causing him to giggle.

"see haz." i kissed him again.

"okay, okay zayn." harry smiled.

"just remember one thing harry." i cupped harry's face.

"and what is that zayn?"

"that i'll always love you."

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