*Gaby's POV*

The following week was going by much too fast for my liking. It was already Tuesday afternoon, which meant Harry would be leaving in two days. I tried to give myself a glimmer of hope by thinking that if Zayn and Taylor were dating, they'd have a reason to come visit more often. Deep down, I knew it still wouldn't be often enough.

I was in the locker room, changing after day two of cheer tryouts. I slid into my jeans and hoodie, not bothering to take my hair out of the messy ponytail it was in- Needless to say it was a 'I'm too tired to care' morning. Taylor and I quickly found Jessica, who was to give us a ride home. We'd both taken driver's training but weren't technically old enough to get a license until the end of October when we officially turned sixteen. Which, come to think of it, was how old we'd told the boys we were... I didn't even remember how she'd convinced me it was a good idea to tell them that.

As the three of us walked out to the student parking lot, I noticed a familiar vehicle. Though I'd only seen it once before, I knew it was car Harry had taken me to the fair in yesterday. A squeal escaped my lips as I jumped into the air and ran to the car. The windows were tinted so he was hidden inside, a good idea given the fact that about 40 teenage girls were walking about.

I'd received only minimal comments and questions about my 'not relationship' with Harry in the past two days. A couple kids in my classes said they saw the interview where he confirmed that he just bought me a coffee, and I went along with the story, saying it was amazing to meet him, but we weren't going to stay in touch. An obvious lie to myself and Taylor, who hid her mischievous smile.

"Where is she going?" I heard Jessica ask from behind me.

"I guess a friend is picking her up." Taylor shrugged. She was definitely one for gossiping, but like I'd mentioned before, she was a phenomenal friend. She'd never tell one of my secrets if it weren't for a good reason, and especially not one that could ruin something so exciting for me. And when Taylor wanted something to remain private, it did. No questions asked.

I threw my bag in the backseat as I buckled my seatbelt, smiling more than I thought possible after a long day at school and an exhausting workout thanks to Coach Sam.

"I can't believe you're here!" I beamed, "You came to pick me up! That's so sweet!"

"You're welcome." His dimples showed through as he put the car into drive. "How was your day?"

"It's much better now." I leaned over to place a quick kiss on his cheek. "How did you know where to pick me up?"

"I stopped at your house. Your mum is quite lovely."

"You met my mother! Oh, God. I can't believe I wasn't there! That must have been so awkward! What happened?"

"She knew who I was, obviously. We sat down and had tea. I think she likes me." He nodded his head confidently.

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, she was very suspicious of my intentions. I explained how much I like you, and that we're trying to figure out what to do when I have to go. She actually gave a few suggestions..."

"She did? Really? Like what?" I twisted in the seat as much as I could to face him, anxious to hear what she'd come up with that I hadn't already thought about.

"Apparently, you have the next two weeks off of school. Had you forgotten about that?"

"That's right! I completely forgot!" Our high school had a funny way of doing things. Every two years we got an extra two weeks off because of something having to do with how long we had to be in school per year. Nobody really understood it, so we just didn't complain. "But what does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, your mum suggested that maybe you can come on the tour with us for the next two weeks. We'll be in New York for most of it, so when we fly over to Toronto, you can take a flight back here instead."

"And you got her to agree to all this with one conversation?" I was in disbelief. How did these things keep happening to me? It was too good to be true, I just knew it. Something was going to happen, and it was going to ruin everything. I didn't want to be so pessimistic, but I knew it was true. The world was never this good to anyone. Except for Taylor, maybe.

"She said she knows how long you've liked me," His eyes darted to me and his mouth broke into a cocky smirk, "And she didn't want to be the one to get in the way of something that makes you happy."

"Never in my life have I loved my mother so much... I take back every bratty thing I've ever said to her."

"She loves you very much. I can tell when she talks about you." Harry hesitated for a second, "There is one condition though..."

"I knew it!" There had to be something!

"It's not bad." He laughed, shaking his head back and forth one time. I watched his curls bounce. "I'm sure you'll talk to her when you get home."

"You're not going to tell me!" My jaw dropped.

"I told her I wouldn't." His shoulders popped up before slumping back down in the most adorable shrug I'd ever seen. "She likes me right now, I don't want to ruin it."

"I feel like I'm being teamed up on." I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You're most definitely not!" He confirmed, parking in my driveway. "Now go talk to your mum, and I'll see you later tonight."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are we doing later tonight?"

"If you go talk to your mum, maybe you'll find out." He leaned forward and have me a tap kiss, sending a line of tingles through my body.

"Fine, fine. I'll miss you." I confessed, grabbing my bag and opening the car door.

"I'll miss you too. I'll be counting the minutes until I can see that beautiful face again." He winked, making me roll my eyes despite the slight blush on my cheeks.

I dropped my bag the second I walked in, closing the door behind me and running to find my mom. "Mooom! Mom! Where are you!" I yelled through the house, rushing in the direction of where I heard her laugh. I found her in the kitchen, closing dishwasher that I assumed she'd just finished filling.

As far as moms went, mine was pretty great, even if she hadn't done what she did today. First of all, and not that it mattered, she was absolutely beautiful. She was tall, with pretty green eyes, a wonderful smile, and hair that sat perfectly everyday. I giggled thinking back to my first crush, who only came over my house to see her.

Nonetheless, my mom somehow took care of me, but made sure I knew how to take care of myself at the same time. She was so open minded and was always supportive. I honestly knew that I could talk to her about anything I needed.

"Thank you so much! I love you, I love you, I love you!" I repeated, hugging her tight.

"He's quite charming. He puts a spell on you." My mom smiled, shaking her head a little at how fast our 'relationship' was moving. "To think just last week you were a fan, and now you're his girlfriend. He didn't already tell you the condition, did he?"

"No, he wouldn't budge." I fake pouted, releasing my arms from around her.

"Good kid." The expression on her face showed that she didn't think he would keep it a secret. "Come on, let's go talk." She led me through the kitchen and into the hallway, turning into the closest room, which happened to be her own. We each took a seat on the bed. "Now, this isn't the first time you're going somewhere on your own."

"Mhm." I nodded in agreement. I'd gone to visit family in Australia a few times, and Taylor's family took me on a road trip to Texas last year.

"But this is your first time going somewhere with a boy. So we need to discuss this."

"Oh, no. If this is going where I think it's going..."

"This isn't a sex talk." She promised. "We both know how that works. I trust you, honey, I really do. I know you're not going to do anything you'll regret. I just want you to be safe, okay? I want at least three phone calls a day. Harry and I discussed some things and Paul will be keeping a very close eye on you."

"That's fine by me, agreed 100 percent. That's not really a condition, though..."

"That wasn't the condition. The conditions are that first, Taylor has to go with you. Which means she'll need her parents permission. Second, three phone calls, every day. And third, Harry's coming over for dinner tonight. Your dad needs to agree to all this."

"What! But dad will say no! That's not fair!"

"I've already talked to him. He said you can go as long as Harry seems like a good kid. All he knows about him is what you've told us, and that's not enough for us to send you with him for two weeks. So just be prepared for what's to come tonight."

I held in a sigh and nodded, walking off to my bedroom to do what little homework I had.