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Spencer

Today was a day I was very nervous about. I was going to be meeting Harry's parents. 

He ended up talking to his parents to see when a good day would be for me to meet them and that just ended up being today. It was a few days after he initially said he was going to set something up, so I didn't have much time to process all of this. I didn't have much time to think about what was going to be happening. I just had to go with it.

All throughout school today, I kept thinking about everything that could happen. It could all go perfectly and as good as it can be or it could be terrible. My brain keeps telling me that everything is going to go wrong. That's why I am currently freaking out. I feel like everything is going to go wrong whether or not I want it to.

I don't want anything to go wrong because it was his parents. I didn't want them to hate me because I was dating their son. If they hated me then I would feel bad about being with Harry.

This is why I didn't particularly like the way my brain was. Every little thing made my mind wander and end up going to a negative space. Like right now. I was going back and forth on how everything could and might go wrong. I wanted to get out of this headspace because I knew it was bad for me. Eventually, I would go down a rabbit hole of thinking everything will go bad even when there was no possible way that it could.

I can see that I'm making some progress, which was great. I was going through every little thought today about how something I may think could go wrong and see how it couldn't. I was really proud of myself for being able to see the positives in things that I first thought were really negative.

I know that Harry's parents hating me is a long shot because he has been telling me all week about how excited they were to meet me. He's told me every little thing that his parents have said about me and everything has been really positive. I really had no point in thinking anything will go wrong today.

"Spencer!"

Harry was here now. He was here to pick me up to take me to his house. I was still not fully ready to go. I was supposed to be ready 5 minutes ago, but here I was still panicking about what I should wear.

I didn't want to end up wearing the wrong thing and come off as something I'm not. This was the main thing I was panicking about after the initial thought of his parents hating me for whatever reason.

"Are you ready to go?" he asked as he entered my room.

"No, I'm sorry," I apologize. "I'm still deciding on what to wear," I sighed.

I looked through all of my jeans, deciding that none of them were good enough. I sifted through my leggings and sweatpants and thought the same thing about my jeans. I went to my small section of dresses and looked through those as well, but none of them were good enough for me. I sighed heavily, not really knowing about what I should wear.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Harry asked when he entered my closet.

"I think I'm fine," I sighed, looking over at him. "I'm just a bit nervous about meeting your parents so I'm overthinking everything," I explain.

"There is no need to be nervous about meeting them. They're very excited to meet you,"

"I get that, but something in my head is telling me that everything is going to go wrong," I said as I begin sifting through my clothes again.

"Do you want me to help you pick something out?"

"You really want to help pick out my outfit?" I asked, turning around to face him.