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Please don't ask for pictures. Please pray for the family

Oh my god. It’s true. He passed away. We just saw him. I pray for the family and wish them to be strong in this time. Let’s give them as much privacy as we can. All the love to Harry and his family. RIP Robin

Punk Harry Series Part 13

Part 12

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You Meet His Family:

It was Christmas Morning. On a normal Christmas, you'd be with your family, in Massachusetts. But this year, your parents decided to take a trip to the Bora Bora for the holiday, without you. So now, here you are, in Harry's new house. Which he bought last month and you two had finally just finished the moving in process. Today was a big day, for a lot of people. This was Harry's first Christmas in his new home, your first Christmas with harry. And the big one, the day you meet Harry's family. He had flown them all over from the UK for the week and you were spending the whole day with them. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You weren't nervous about them liking you, all your life you'd been a kind, caring person and you've always been very likable. You knew you'd all get along. It was just the whole, if they don't like even one thing, they have the power to easily break up your relationship. That's what made you nervous. "They'll be here in about four hours, so I'll take care of the cooking and cleaning and all that, you just take your time and get ready." Harry said leaning over to you and kissing your forehead. You smiled and nodded before you both got out of bed. You grabbed your rather large box of make up and went into the master bathroom. Harry's house was actually very nice. Three bedroom, two and half bathrooms, and Harry even turned the basement into his own little gym. Of course, your favorite was the master bathroom. It not only had a jacuzzi tub, but it had a built in vanity. You had already taken over that. Your makeup and hair supplies were crammed in there. Of course only the necessities. Most of your stuff was at your apartment. Which was not so coincidentally only a ten minute drive away. You had planned on wearing a black and white collared dress which came up to a little above your knee and for your hair you decided a high sock bun would do perfectly. Then for your make up you did the typically for your face but toned down your contour and highlight because the outfit was rather innocent, you didn't want to have these intensely chiseled cheek bones with that kind of outfit. Then for your eyes you did a slight nude and black smokey eye with winged eyeliner and then a deep red lip. You walked downstairs to see Harry bent over, head practically in the oven as he checked the temperature of the turkey. "Hey, babe." You called and he jumped but managed to turn to you without getting third degree burns. "Fuck Y/N, you scared the bloody shit out of me." He said, with an oven mit covered hand over his heart. "Yeah oops, but uh, next time, try not stick your whole head in the oven. If you want to avoid a trip the the ER anyway." You said and he sarcastically laughed at you. You smiled before walking over and wrapping your arms around his waist. After another hour the dreaded door bell finally rang. While you, slowly and shakily stood up, your tattooed punk boyfriend bounced off the sofa and ran to the door like a little kid on their birthday. You're pretty sure he even giggled a little bit. You smiled as you watched him hug who you assumed to be his mother and sister, harry said only his step dad was coming so you guessed that was the man who was closing the door behind them all. "Um, guys, this is Y\N, my girlfriend." Harry said pulling you over. You smiled and shook all of their hands, you managed to get out a "nice you meet you all." As well. The day went lovely, Anne was a complete sweetheart. She was always helping Harry when it came to the rest of the cooking and she even went as far as getting you a gift as well. It was right then that you thanked Harry so much for signing your name on the gifts he got them all. You would have felt like a complete bitch if he hadn't. Gemma was quiet, but you had a feeling that if you stayed around long enough you'd see her real side. Especially considering what a wild child Harry has described her to be. Robin was a very nice man, you could see how much he loved Anne, whenever he looked at her it was like he was watching his whole life walk right by him. It just reminded you that love really does happen, even for the older generation. Dinner was eaten and Gemma and Harry were talking about old embarrassing memories when you heard Anne call for you from the kitchen. You quietly excused yourself before making your way to her. "Oh stop that, I can take care of the dishes!" You scolded and she waved you off. "Oh no, you and Harry have done enough cleaning, I know you helped him move in over the last few weeks. Let me give you a small break." She said and you sighed but nodded. "Anyway, I wanted to talk to you, about Harry." She said and you gulped. Here it comes, the whole, I think he deserves better, shit you've heard all your life. "When he was about six, he discovered tattoos. From then till eighteen I watched him grow up. I didn't approve of tattoos before eighteen so you can imagine how much he despised me. For those few years it was almost like the poor kid was being oppressed. Like there was this chain around his ankles holding him back. When he got his first one I saw the chain come off and this amazing man just finally walk free. But, Harry also lost something when he got all the tattoos. He lost part of his attraction. Not that he isn't still a handsome boy, because he is. But, Harry has a type. He likes the innocent girls, the girl next door type. But those girls want the clean cut, business man type. Not the, tattooed punk type. I watched Harry struggle through college, he'd always say that he'd have his eye on a girl but then come to find out he wasn't her type. Until he met you. I haven't seen him like this ever. He's never been so happy and the only one to thank is you. I mean, good lord this kid struck out for like five years straight and then here you are. You're slightly off from his type, you have some tattoos and piercings but, you have this good girl aura to you. You seem to just fit him, and him you. Y/N, I am so thankful for you, my baby is happy." Anne said before coming over and embracing you in a tight hug. Harry had mentioned that he had a rough time with girls but never to this extent. Maybe it's just a mothers connection with her son but Anne saw more than even Harry saw. And you couldn't be more thankful that she told you all this. "If anything I'm thankful for you. Without you, he wouldn't be here, and then I probably wouldn't be as happy as I am now." You said and she smiled. "Woah, what did I miss?" Harry said as he walked into the room. Surprised to see you and his mother in such a intimate position. "Just talking." You said, smiling at Anne.

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