One Styles

What's Thanksgiving?

"So when are we leaving?" I ask my dad. We're at home I'm playing the Xbox with my dad, we're playing Fifa. Of course he is playing as himself and I'm just some random soccer player that I think looks cute. So far he is beating me. The score is 3-1, him having 3 of course.

"Tomorrow." My dad says fully concentrated, pressing the buttons with ease while I just button mash. He makes another goal with ease. "If you're going to challenge me, you might as well be some competition." He laughs at me. "Shutup. You cheat." I say as he steals the ball away from my player. The game finally ends and he cheers in victory. "You suck." I say to him as I go upstairs to go pack. "Look who's talking." My dad yells.

I close my door and grab my white and black suitcases from the top of my closet. I bring them down and open them up. I get a call from my phone that is in my back pocket.

-On the phone-

"Hey babe what's up?" I ask as I answer Edward. "Just wanted to see if you wanted to come over?" "Yeah I'll go later once I'm done." I say and grab some jeans and pack them in very neatly. "Done with what?" He asks. "Packing." I state as I put him on speaker and set my phone down. "Packing? For what?" "Just come over we'll go to your house together." I say hanging up on him.

I grab some shirts and some bras and panties and pack those in as well. I grab a couple pairs of Vans and close the first suitcase because I don't think I can fit anything else in there. I open up the other one and put in some sweaters and a couple jackets.

I soon hear my boyfriend speaking to my parents. I walk into my bathroom and get some of my hair products and makeup and fit them in. I hear footsteps coming up stairs and soon feel a pair of strong arms around my waist. "Mmm hey baby girl." He says kissing my head. "Hey boo." I smile. He turns me around and kisses me sweetly. I pull apart and walk towards the suitcases and set them by the closet door.

"So tell me, Why are you packing?" He says sitting down on my bed and pulling me towards him. "I'm going to America." "America? For what?" He looks confused.

"For Thanksgiving." I smile and the confused face stays. He pulls me ontop of him and I straddle his waist. "It's an American holiday. It celebrates the day that the pilgrims made peace with the native americans and had a big feast." "So you're going over there for a dinner." "Yeah and to give thanks for everything in my life like, my parents, my house, you." I say poking at his chest. He smiles and so do I. "I'm thankful for you too." He says and leans up to kiss me.

"So today is our last day together til you leave." "Well we're not leaving til tomorrow night, so tomorrow is our last day." "When will you return?" "I'm staying a whole week in America." "I thought it was just dinner?" He asks clearly confused and I laugh. "We only have a big Feast on the actual day of Thanksgiving." "And when is Thanksgiving?" "It's next week on Thursday." "Oh" he pouts. "Why are you sad?" i say hugging him. "I dont want you to leave me." "Well why don't you come with us?" I mumble into his neck.

"You think your parents will let me go with you?" "Yeah, but you have to ask." His face fell. "Why can't you ask babygirl?" "Because I know my parents will like you even more if you ask." "I'm kind of nervous to ask." He looks at me and I laugh. "Don't be nervous" I smile as I lace our hands together and walk downstairs with him.

"Hey, Mr. Beckham" Edward starts off as we approached my Dad. He was just chilling on the couch sipping tea and reading the newspaper. "Yeah?" my dad asks. "I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind me going with you guys to The States." My dad looks at him and smiles.

"You know what, Why don't you and all your brothers come with us aswell." Edward tenced up a bit when my dad said that but He still had that smile on his face. "Sure thing sir, I'll ask my mum." "You know what, I'll ask your mum over dinner with our family." My dad smiles as he stands up, pats Edward on the back and goes to talk with my mom.