Harry is waiting downstairs for Louis. Today it's Christmas. Either you look fancy on that day or you just celebrate it in your pyjamas. And even though Harry really thought that Louis' family would be all pyjamas and stuff, they are doing the fancy thing.

So Harry has his hair up in a bun, wearing a red shirt with black drawings, he is not really sure what it is, and a black skinny jeans.

The boy is waiting patiently for his boyfriend to come down. Meanwhile he is playing mario cart with Lottie.

"And I beat your ass again, Styles. Give me those five pounds!" Lottie wiggles her eyebrows and Harry sigs, handing the girl a five.

"Hey, guys."

Harry looks up when he hears the most beautiful voice in the world. Louis is walking down the stairs. He is wearing a black button up that fits him perfectly and a maroon skinny jeans. His hair is perfectly styled and Harry literally feels his heart beating out of his chest.

He quickly stands up and carries Louis from the last two stairs, kissing his lips.

"You look so beautiful, baby." Harry whispers in Louis' ear, pecking his cheek.

"Are you really trying to make me blush right before grandmother will arrive." Louis laughs.

"Is your grandmother coming?" suddenly Harry feels more nervous than he has ever been. The older generation is mostly not fond of homosexuality. Harry is so scared that the woman will hate him for 'dragging her grandson to the devil's side'. It wouldn't be the first time for him to be in that situation.

"Baby, don't worry. She is really nice. I see you stressing like crazy. It will be alright, she'll like you."

"She hated Eleanor though!" Lottie screams from the living room. "But me too so that's okay."

Louis fondly rolls his eyes and grabs Harry's two hands.

"She will accept you. You put that smile on my face. She loves you for that."

"Then why are you shaking like crazy yourself, Lou? You look like a nervous wreck as well." Harry notices.

"Other reasons. Don't worry about it, okay. Now let's go help mom a bit in the kitchen. Now only uncle James is helping her and we'll probably all get food poisoning." Louis jokes. He grabs Harry's hand and leads him to the kitchen.

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"GRANDMA!" Lottie happily runs towards the older lady when she enters the house.

"Hey mom." Jay smiles. James just rolls his eyes and smiles.

"Why are you rolling your eyes?" Harry whispers, scared of the woman in front of him.

"She has always liked Johanna more than me. I was an accident, she wasn't." the older man tries to laugh it away but Harry can see a slight of hurt in his eyes. "You'll notice that later."

And immediately Harry got even more scared of the grandmother. If she even couldn't treat her children equally, how would she be towards her grandson's boyfriend?

"Hey grandma, this is Harry. It's the boy I told you about." Louis grabs Harry's hand and introduces him to the older lady.

"Hi, miss. You look lovely today." Harry gives his most charming smile to show the woman. He isn't lying. She is wearing a long black dress covered with silver glitters and her jewellery is really posh.

"I always do, dear. You don't look bad yourself. So you are that American boy that my grandson so highly talks about?"

Harry nods, smiling nervously at her.

"That must be me!"

"He is my boyfriend, grams. He is really good to me." Louis smiles at his grandmother before pecking Harry's cheek, making the older boy blush.

"That's really good my dear. He looks like a lovely young man. And what are your ambitions?"

A pair of blue eyes are staring into Harry's soul and Harry tries his best to not start shaking right then and there.

"I euhm, I study arts in LA. I applied to a university in London with a really impressive arts program. I'm not accepted yet but I applied to several universities over whole London with similar arts programs." Harry explains.

"So you want to come to London?" the elderly asks.

"Yes, very much. I do believe education is better here and now I'm with Louis I can't imagine being away from him to be honest."

"Talking about my grandson, what are your intentions?"

"Grandma!" Louis whines, grabbing Harry's hand to calm the boy down. Louis loves his grandma very much but she can be intimidating.

"That's a valid question, my dear."

"Mother, I have some champagne for you!" Jay tries to save Harry from her mother.

"That's lovely sweetheart. I'll gladly accept it after young Harold here has answered my question." She looks from her daughter to the curly lad in front of her, sucking out his soul with the way she looks at him. Harry feels himself getting sweaty and as much as he wants to correct the woman that his name isn't Harold, nor Harry is short for it, he will just let her call him whatever he wants. Louis' grandmother wants to call Harold? Damn Harry would even go to the city hall to change his fucking name if that's what the woman wants. She scares him to death.

"I really love him, miss." Harry starts. "And my intentions are to introduce him to my family and friends back in the USA when he will be there in a month. And I would like to share a flat with him in London so we can study together. I want to support him in every single thing he wants to do and I want to help him achieving every single goal he has in mind. I honestly just want to make him happy. He is my sunshine."

Louis looks proudly at his boyfriend and tightens the grip on his hand. He mouths an 'I love you' when Harry looks his way.

"I told you he was perfect grandma, didn't I." Louis cockily says.

"Yeah, even I told him that he genuinely makes Lou happy." Lottie screams from the kitchen, her mouth stuffed with different hors d'oeuvres.

The woman looks at Harry, her face is straight and she studies the boy from head to toe. Harry really just wants to die right now honestly.

"I approve. Welcome to the family, Harold."

A huge weight falls of Harry's shoulder and he thanks the older woman several times.

"Don't tell me thank you. Just keep my grandson happy like he is now. I have never seen him smiling like that when that weird brunette with the dog obsession was around. What was her name? Ellen? Elisa?"

"Eleanor, grandma. And please don't talk about her ever again. I don't want to look at my past. I only want to look at my future, which is only Harry, Harry and Harry."