Harry and Taylor were sitting on the couch when Anne yelled for help. She was currently trying to make Christmas dinner for twenty. All of Anne's family members were coming. That meant the drunk uncle, the pregnant aunt, the judgemental grandmother, the sticky needed and nephews, the prissy cousins. It's just what they needed for the holidays.
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"Incoming!" Harry yelled when he saw a giant van park outside of his house. He recognized that his grandmother, grandfather, uncle, his two kids, and grandma's roommate friend.
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"Thank you so much for having me," Taylor smiled as she and Harry started walking out of his house. After Harry shut the door behind them, they stayed on the porch before going to a second dinner with Taylor's family.
"I don't think they liked me," Taylor said and leaned her back against the wall. Harry stood in front of her, his arm leaning on the wall behind Taylor near her head. He was smiling as he moved closer and closer to Taylor's face.
"Why not?" He practically whispered. Taylor was smiling and kept both of her hands latched together behind her back. "You know, it doesn't matter." He kept talking about everything he liked about Taylor while pepper kissing up and down her neck. She kept giggling and trying to kiss him back.
She loved kissing him. He loved kissing her. They both were so happy being together, together.
"Stop smooching and get off me porch!" Anne yelled while laughing.
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As Harry and Taylor sat up in her bedroom, waiting for Taylor's family to leave so they could make their escape (they already had dinner and got through the crazy, overbearing questions), Andrea and Scott were downstairs.
"I don't like the idea of her being alone upstairs with a boy." Scott said to Andrea.
"Well I trust Harry, and Taylor is a good girl." Andrea defended her only daughter. She loved Taylor with everything, and despite how weird it is, Taylor is her favorite person. She has friends of course, but because of Taylor's age, Taylor is more like a girlfriend to Andrea when she has no one else. She was so offended that her ex husband would suggest such ideas.
"Mom?" Taylor came downstairs.
"Taylor, you can't be upstairs with a boy anymore." Scott demanded from his daughter, while glaring at Harry. Taylor was standing on the stairs on the last step, with Harry standing closely behind.
"Excuse me?" Taylor scoffed. She felt all of the anger she had pushed down, bubble up and she didn't know if she could keep it together.
"You don't get to be alone with a boy in your bedroom." Scott repeated himself.
"I'm sorry, but are you really giving me orders, in my own house?" Taylor started getting loud, not caring if her remaining family members heard. "You don't live here, dad. You don't get to make rules. It's not your house," Harry's hand flew to Taylor's back, subtly comforting her.
"Young lady, I am your father and you-"
"You aren't my father! You show up, what, three times a year? You never paid child support, you never call, you weren't there for any of my ceremonies." Taylor felt hurt more than she felt angry, pulling up old emotions she worked so hard to push down.
"I was working!" Scott defended himself.
"I was working the day of your wedding but I still-!" Taylor screamed.
"Taylor," Andrea stopped the two from continuing.
"You are in no place to tell me what to do." Taylor was still yelling. Not long after, Scott and Taylor just started yelling at one another. They were screaming and waving their hands around, everyone that was in the house could hear it.
Andrea flinched everytime she thought they would start hitting each other. Scotts wife and kids in the next room, holding their hands over their ears, one of them crying out of fear.
"Stop it!" Andrea yelled. Taylor was in tears, out of breath, and practically steaming out of her ears. Scott was glaring at her, trying to control his breathing. "Get out." Andrea said.
"Mom!" Taylor yelled, thinking Andrea was talking to both of them.
"Get out of my house, I don't want you here." Andrea said again. She was mad herself, but she heard hurtful words being tossed around and she didn't like who they were said to.
"Mom," Taylor begged, still in tears.
"I want you and your family out of my house and don't bother calling to come and visit again." Andrea said, not looking at either of them. Taylor looked at the ground, feeling somewhat embarrassed to think that her mom was talking to her.
Andrea finally lifted her head and looked at Scott with the same look she gave her ex husband when he told her what he had done that caused the divorce.
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