Hollow (Harry Styles) #Wattys2016

Chapter 9

A.J.'s POV

It was, Sunday night, most of our weekend was spent in my room, watching movies or just talking, Harry's arms around me. It was perfect, just laying there with him. In the back of my head, I knew this was too good to be true, I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. From my life experience up to date, nothing was this perfect. There was nothing good that would ever happen for me, everything was always taken from me. I knew things with, Harry wouldn't be much different. Something would happen, that would end this perfect state of bliss.

"What are you thinking about?" Harry interrupted my thoughts.

"Nothing." I lied, earning an eyebrow raise from, Harry, who clearly didn't believe me. I pulled myself out of his arms, sitting up on my bed. "Just that Thanksgiving is coming up and I need to prepare."

"You live in London now, we don't celebrate Thanksgiving." He pointed out with a chuckle, sitting up with me.

"I may live in London, but I am still American," I pointed out. "So are the other two people who live in this house. And we love our Thanksgiving." I thought back to the last few years. Most of them had ended in a fight between me and Theo, thankfully Odie had already gone to bed when that happened, but now that she was getting older, it would get harder to hide things from her. Apart from, Odie, I had no interest in being with my family. My uncle Derek, who wasn't technically my real uncle was the one who made a big deal about holiday's. If it weren't for him and my stepdad, we probably wouldn't celebrate anything. My mom hated anything that was festive.

"I might just go to, New York, we haven't discussed it fully yet." I admitted.

"Do you miss your family?" He asked. I had told him about my stepfather and step-siblings, but I left out most of the details, I mostly focused on my sister when anybody asked about my family.

"Just, Odie." I admitted.

I took a deep breath and shook my head, I didn't want to talk to him about this. I didn't want to talk to anyone about this, but he made it so easy to confide in him. I never felt guarded with him, I never felt the need to protect myself, and if I was being honest with myself, it scared me to death.

"You should come over for Thanksgiving, we'll have it here." I blurted out, wanting to change the subject, at least somewhat. "I'd be cooking all day and I'll need an assistant. I'd go with Samara or Chris, but they're useless in the kitchen, if I didn't feed them they'd die." I pointed out, causing him to burst out in laughter. Little did he know that I was being completely serious.

"I gladly accept your invitation." He said, kissing my cheek. "Are you going to invite your family, than?" He asked. So much for a subject change. I had been tempted to ask why, but I stopped myself. "It is a family holiday, and you need your family."

"Chris and Samara are my family." I said a little too harshly. "Sorry," I quickly recovered. "I just, you're right," What could it hurt to invite them for a few days? I would gladly endure my so called family just to see Odie for a few days. "I'm going to invite them, oh just a heads up, Odie is going to flip out when she sees you." My eyes went wide, Harry was going to be here and she was going to be here, I was in for a major meltdown. "You should invite the rest of the guys, just for my entertainment." I smiled at the thought.

"So we just went from a group of four to a full on party?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "You're really something, baby."

"Yes I am." I tried to ignore the fact that he had just called me, baby. "Text them, I'm going to text my sister, I'll let, Chris and Samara know tomorrow."

After a few texts were sent out and a long kiss goodbye, Harry had left promising, he'd call when he got home. I waited for an hour before calling it a night. I wasn't tired, but I knew if I stayed awake, I would let my mind wonder off into what-ifs and ridiculous scenarios that were highly unlikely to happen. Besides, after an hour, he should have been home by now. I didn't even want to begin to think about why he didn't call. That would create an entirely different headache that I was in no mood to entertain tonight. I wanted to go to sleep with the overwhelming happiness that had been caused by, Harry's presence this weekend.