Holiday with the Tomlinsons

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I can't believe it. I'm walking down the stairs to tell my parents I'm going to Louis' flat for Christmas. This is a dream come true.

When I get to the bottom of the stairs, I see both of my parents watching the television in the living room. I'm a tad bit scared that they won't let me go, but I need to go. I just have to.

I walk in front of them and my father mutes the television.

"Uh, hi... I was wondering if I could ask you guys something," I say, suddenly getting extremely nervous.

"Yes, sweetie?" my father replies.

"Well, my friend invited me to his flat for the holidays and I uh was wondering if I could go??" My breathing gets shaky. I feel the need to defend myself.

"Evie-"

"I mean, I'm 22 years old and I know how to make decisions for myself."

"Evie-"

"And technically, this is my house and you're just living here because you want to keep an eye on me to make sure I don't relapse. I've already moved out. You have no control of who I do and don't see for the holidays."

"Evie!" My father finally shouts. My mother gives my dad a look. Ugh, they think I'm so fucking fragile. I can handle it.

"Yes," I say quietly.

"Of course you can go see your friend for the holidays. Just be safe okay?" my mother says.

"Okay!" I reply as I sprint up the stairs. I need to get packing if I'm going to Doncaster for two weeks!

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@brokenpromiseskill: cant wait to meet my best friend tomorrow <3

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