New York Day Dreams

Chapter 2

"McKenzie, come down stairs RIGHT NOW," my mom yelled. "And bring Harry!"

"Oh my God! I told you she knew you were up here," I say punching Harry. "Ow," Harry says. "You did not say that."

"Whatever," I say, rolling my eyes and walking away. "Don't whatever me," he says picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.

"Harry," I squeal.

He runs down the stairs ignoring my kicking and screaming. "Harry! Let me down!"

"Chill Kens, we're downstairs," Harry says while placing me on the ground. "Don't. Do that. Again," I say while pulling him closer to me.

I pull his shirt and stand on my tiptoes to gently kiss him. "Yes ma'am," Harry says as he pulls away still inches from my lips.

"Uh-um," my dad clears his throat. "Oh, um, hey dad. I'm, uh, sorry..." I say blushing.

"Sorry my ass," my dad mumbles.

"Charles, apologize," my mom says sternly. "Sorry Harry and Kenzie," he says reluctantly.

"I'm hungry," I say changing the subject. "What's for dinner?" "Roast beef and mashed potatoes." "Ooo, my favorite!"

We all sit down to eat, when my phone rings.

"Excuse me," I say getting up from the table. Harry eyes me suspiciously as I walk away.

"Hello?" "Biiiiiiitch! Where are you," someone says muffled by loud music on the other line.

"Who is this?" "It's your best friend, you ass. Where the hell are you?"

"Oh Hey Gabs, I'm at home eating with Harry and my family, I'll be there in a little, you're holding me up."

"Oh damn sorry. See ya later then!" "By—," I am cut off.

When I return to the table, everyone looks at me questionably.

"Who was that honey," my mom asks.

"It was just Gabriella. She wanted help with her math homework," I say while sitting down. "Oh ok, you can help her when you get done eating." "Ok mom."

"She's at the party and already drunk as hell," I whisper to Harry.

Harry begins to laugh and starts choking. "Harry, are you ok," I say while laughing.

My parents look at us questionably as we laugh hysterically.

After we settle down a little my mom says, "So your two year anniversary is coming up, what are you guys going to do?"

My dad rolls his eyes, making me giggle. My dad isn't really Harry's biggest fan. He's very protective over me, but I'm sure he knows Harry is a good guy.

"We're not sure yet," Harry says looking at me. "When is it again," my mom asks. "It's December 23rd," I say. I remember the day we met like it was yesterday.

*Flashback*

December 21st: two years ago

"Mom! It's time to go! You know I can't be late to my OWN Christmas party," I scream up the stairs.

"I'm coming Kenzie, but I don't approve your outfit," my mom says walking down the stairs struggling to put on her jacket.

"Oh my gosh you're just dropping me off, you won't have to look at it for long."