The palms of your hands sweat excessively. You wipe them up and down the sides of your pants before grabbing Harry's big hand. He squeezes it, reassuring you.

"Y/N," he looks down at you and a smile appears on his lips. "Don't be nervous, it's only my mum. She'll love you. In fact, I've said so much about you she probably already does." He laughs as you push a stubborn piece of hair out of your face.

"Only your mother Harry!? She is the most important person in the world to you and you are to her!" You whisper scream at him. You and Harry have been standing outside Anne's lovely little cottage in Holmes Chapel for around five minutes.

Harry went to ring the doorbell for the tenth time, but you pulled his hand away harshly.

The door suddenly swings open and a beautiful middle aged woman, who you can only assume is Anne because of the green eyes she and Harry share, is there to greet you.

"Oh darling! You've come! I've been waiting for you to arrive!" Anne gushes, wrapping her arms around Harry's neck as he returns the hug. "Hello mum." Harry says, still embraced in his mother arms.

"I looked outside the window," Anne unwraps herself from Harry and turns towards you. She smiles brightly and walks closer. "And to my surprise I saw the both of you standing here!" Her hands come up to your face. You smile at her and she quickly pulls you into her welcoming embrace.

Hesitantly at first, you hug her back. You give a quick glance towards Harry to see him smiling in delight. "I've heard a lot about you Y/N," Anne giggles. "Harry fancies you. You're all he talks about, really." You laugh and both you and Anne turn to see Harry embarrassed, slightly pink, and looking at his feet, kicking at air. "Mummmm." Harry complains. 

"Come in!" Anne waves her hand, as Harry and you follow her down the corridor. "I made dinner for us all. It's a roast, some potatoes, and a pea." Anne explains from the kitchen. "That's perfect Mum," Harry thanks her.

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You had finished the meal. You wiped your lips with the napkin. The meal had been wonderful and you and Anne got along, which made Harry's heart full of love.

"It was very good Anne, thank you very much." You say as you place your silverware onto your now empty plate. "You're too kind. I hope you really did enjoy it. It's Harry's favorite dish." She collects her and Harry's plate.

"I do love a pea." Harry states. Anne goes to grab your plate, but you quickly take it and stand up. "I'll help you clean up, and before you say no, I insist." You walk towards the sink and drop the plate into it.

Harry leaves the room silently. You wash the plates and then hand them to Anne who puts them on the drying rack.

"Harry truly loves you." Anne states, quite out of the blue. "Surely, he's been in love before, but I have never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you." She smiles.

"He's lucky to have you Y/N." A piece of your hair falls out of place hiding your now blushing cheeks.

"I'm lucky to have him too, Anne. He is the most kind and gracious being I have ever met, and I can only assume that is your doing." You look at her and you see that she has begun to tear up.

"Oh, Y/N." She laughs and wipes away a tear. Her arms wrap around yours and you do the same. She looks into your eyes and she smiles wide. "I swear, he should just marry you already. I approve."

You laugh and just as you do, Harry walks in. He gives you both a confused look before suggesting, "Y/N, I think it's time to go upstairs and retire for the night."

You say goodnight to Anne and Harry does the same.

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You pull the covers down on your side of the bed and Harry does the same. Harry falls onto the bed. You lay your head on his chest. "Do you like her." Harry asks bluntly, with a hint of anxious in his voice.

Your head pops up from its position and you look him straight in the face. "Are you joking me Harry, of course. She is lovely. I might even like her more than you." You tease, but you are more than serious.

"Wonderful. I'm glad."

Your head goes back to resting on him as your eyes become heavy.

"Goodnight my love."

"Goodnight Harry."

"I love you." You both say before your breathing slows and you can no longer keep your eyelids open.