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Harry's P.O.V
I walked down the stairs very slowly, not wanting to trip down them once again.

Then I saw mum washing the dishes, hair in a bun, in her robe and slippers.

"Hey, mum..?"

Startled, she dropped one of the plates that she was washing, turning around afterwards.

"Yes, Harold?"

"Sorry for scaring you. I was just wondering if Louis could come over.."

"Well of course he can, Harr--"

"I meant for Thanksgiving dinner..?"

"I don't know Harry, its usually relatives only." She sighed, turning back 'round, continuing to wash the dishes.

"But he's practicality family, mum. Please??" I hugged her tightly from behind as I begged and pleaded.

"Alright alright, H. Now let me go so I can check on the Turkey."

"Thank you so much!!" I kissed her on the cheek, then ran up the stairs.

"You're welcome!" She yelled back, chuckling.

All of a sudden, I ran into someone and nearly fell backwards.

"Woah there baby brother, what's gotten into you?"

As soon as I pulled myself together, I responded, "Let's just say that Thanksgiving is going to be the best! Love you!" I kissed her on the cheek as well, skipping to my room.

Afterwards I heard Gemma mumble, "Whatever you say, Harold."

I closed my door, then texted Louis,
To; LouLou xo
Open your bedroom window xx

I opened my own window, waiting for Louis to do the same. As soon as he did so, I grinned and said, "Guess what, Lou!?"

"I've no idea, curly. What is it?" Louis smiled as he leaned against the window.

"You're coming over for Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow!!"

Suddenly, he disappeared into his bedroom, leaving me confused until I heard him scream, "YESS!" Which left me smiling even more.

When he reappeared, he was smiling almost as much as me. "That's fantastic! I can't wait."

"Me either, babe. Me either."

"Babe?" He blushed, biting his lip.

I just smirked, "I'll see you tomorrow, Louis."

"See ya tomorrow, baby."

We both smiled at eachother as our windows closed. Then, of course, I squealed quite loudly.

Baby.

Baby look what you've done to me.

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