#fancey

Un po' di album usciti oggi che dovresti ascoltare

i was too close to the heat

to even think straight

i collapsed on myself like a star blinded by fate

(Jess POV)

my father’s only been in town for a few day and it’s been amazing having him here! tonight is the night my dads going to meet Harry. i’m honestly extremely nervous. my dad has never met one of my boyfriend before so i don’t exactly know what to expect.

just as i begin to walk up there is a loud, sharp knock on my bedroom door. “come in.” i say tiredly through the door. i watch the door creep open revealing my smiling father. “good morning, sweetheart.” he says almost at a whisper as he walks towards my bed. “i know we have that dinner with Harry tonight but i was hoping we could go out into the city for a while.” my dad says. “yeah, that would be great! i can show you some of my favorite spots in the city as long as we get back here in time to change before dinner tonight.” i respond. “yes, yes of course. get dressed and we’ll go.” then he walks out to let me get ready. i put on some casual clothes just for the day but i can’t seem to figure out what to wear to dinner tonight. as i’m standing in my closet staring at all my clothes wracking my brain about what to wear when there is another knock on the door. before i can answer it the door swings open revealing Ella. “hey, hear you got a big dinner tonight. what are you going to wear?” she asks smiling widely. i don’t think i’ve ever seen her when she’s not smiling.  “i have no idea! i’ve been staring at my clothes for an hour and i can’t find something to wear.” i respond. “may i help?” she asks. “sure. knowing Harry it’s probably going to be a really fancy restaurant and i don’t think i have anything that will work.” i sigh. “i think i have just the thing... she walks out of my room and comes back a few minutes later holding a beautiful maroon dress. “wear this! it’s too small for me so you can keep it.” i take hold of the dress like i’m starving and it’s a cheeseburger. “are you sure?” i ask her not looking up from the beautiful dress now in my grasp. “yes, i’m sure.” she answers still smiling.

a few minutes later i head down stairs to meet my dad before we take off to explore the city. the first place i take him is my school. i want to show him as much of my life here as i can. i give him a run down of all my friends and classes i have at school. then we just drive around for a few more hours stopping occasionally when we reach some of my favorite parts of the city. i even show him the little lookout point where i first met Harry. i’m actually a little sad when i realize it’s time to go back to the house to change before we meet Harry at the restaurant.

after walking through the door i go straight up to my room with a skip in my step to get changed. 

i walk out of my room just as my father is opening his door. when he sees me his eyes light up and he smiles. “you look beautiful baby girl.” then he kisses me gently on the forehead. “shall we?” he says extending his arm for me to rap mine around.

when Ella sees me in the dress she gave me her face lights up in a similar way my dads did. she hugs me like i’m her own daughter making me feel safe and loved. “thank you.” i whisper to her before taking a step back and following my father out the door to where Jones is waiting for us. “where to miss Jess?” Jones asks. “the London Bridge Restaurant please Jones.” i say stepping into the back of the car.

when we pull up there is a crowd of people waiting outside the front door of the restaurant and through all the people i see a tall curly haired Harry Styles standing alone leaning against the glass wall in a pristine all black suit. the smile i’ve had on my face all day only grows when i see his face. my dad gets out of the car first turning around to lend me a hand getting out myself. when i look up from my feet i make eye contact with him his smile grows wider enveloping his entire face dimples on full show.

standing there infront of him, my dad at my side i feel like i can’t breath... but in a good way. “hey!” is all i can bring my self to mutter. “hello, gorgeous.” he says kissing my gently on the cheek. “dad this is Harry. Harry this is my father.” i introduce them. “it’s a pleasure sir. you raised an amazing woman.” Harry says shaking the hand my father extended to him. “yeah, i like to think so... and please call me David.” well, that’s i good sign. “shall we go inside? it’s a little chilly out here.” Harry asks gesturing to the door. he takes my hand and we walk into the restaurant together with my dad close behind. “hello, i have a reservation. name’s Styles.” Harry says to the man behind the front desk. “table for 3?” the kind man asks. “yes.”

“okay, right this way.” he says grabbing 3 menus and leading us to a quiet booth in the back corner. “thank you.” i say to him as he walks away.

the whole evening is really amazing! Harry and I are sitting together on one side of the table with my dad on the other across from me. the look on his face when i order a drink (red wine) is priceless! he looks almost horrified that it’s even legal from me to drink now (the drinking age is lower here then in Canada). but, the thing that most surprises me is how well Harry and my dad are getting along. i’m sad to say that they have similar senses of humor but then again so do i so it all works out. “so, Harry... what do you like about my daughter?” i look at him in horror for even asking that. i turn to Harry and shake my head “you don’t have to answer that.” i whisper to him glaring over my shoulder at my father. “no, it’s fine.” he whispers back to me. “but, honestly the better question is what i don’t like about her because it would be a much shorter list.” he says smiling, chuckling at what he had just said. “okay, then what don’t you like about her?” i didn’t think things could get any worse from the last question... this is dangerous territory we’re in. “well, it’s only one thing really. she’s the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen in my entire life and though i’m usually a really secure guy every time i leave her alone i’m scared someone’s going to come alone and take her away because i know she’s too good for me.” as i’m listening to him speak i’m just speechless. how did he make what was supposed to be an insult into a complement. “you never told me that.” i whisper to him still not believing that he just said that. “that’s a good answer.” my father said nodding to him happily. just then the food arrives breaking the not-so-awkward silence.

we eat dinner in almost complete silence one of us occasionally making a comment about the food or asking a question but mostly we are just enjoying our meals and each others company. when we finish our meals and decide against ordering dessert the waiter brings over the bill. both Harry and my father reach for their wallets. but, before my father can pull his out Harry snatches away the check. “please, allow me.” my dad looks at him seeming surprised at the offer. “that’s very kind of you Harry but i couldn’t possibly...” but before he can finish Harry stops him. “yes, you can. this is my treat.” my dad nods reluctantly. “thank you.” my dad says his face warming. “thanks babe.” i whisper in his ear as the waiter comes back to collect the money.

Harry takes my hand and my father takes my arm as we walk into the brisk London air. thankfully, this time there are no people with cameras which is good because i think it would have scared my father out of all the good will Harry had just earned with him. we stop just before the curb to say our goodnight’s. my father turns to Harry first “it was great to meet you Harry. you make my daughter happy and that’s good enough for me.” they shake hands amicably with my father giving him a warm smile. then my father takes a step back so that we can say goodnight to each other. “thank you so much for tonight, babe. i think my dad really liked you.” Harry smiles down at me and wraps his arms around my waist. “are you sure because i was actually pretty nervous.” i look at him surprised. “well, you didn’t show it at all. tonight was amazing! thank you.” then i press a soft kiss against his lips. i can feel that he’s not totally into it. i’m hoping it’s just because my father is hovering behind us watching our every move. just then the valet pulls up with Harry’s expensive sleek looking car. “goodnight, Jess. it was a pleasure to meet you sir.” my father takes a step forward to shake his hand once more. “the pleasure was mine. and please call me David.” i have to say i was not expecting him to say that! not even my best friend can call him by his first name... this is a first.