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Chapter Twenty-Four

He smiled and kissed my nose.

We fell asleep together on the floor.

The sun shining into to living room woke me up in the morning, Harry was already awake, he was just watching me.

"You're creeping me out." I said in a raspy voice.

He didn't say anything, just smiled a little.

"First day of Christmas Vacation." He said.

"Wooooooh." I said unenthusiastically.

"Well I have work.. So I could drop you off and maybe we could meet up later?"

"I have work later.. But we're leaving tomorrow right?" I asked.

"Yeah, but we don't have to go we can always stay here-"

"We're going." I said.

He gave me a pout and I kissed his plump lips.

"It will be fun!" I said.

"You don't know my family." He said.

"Well I'm excited." I told him.

I got my stuff and he drove me home. The day went by quickly, work was tough, there was a bar fight. I just served drinks.

The next day Harry picked me up at 5. He was really tense, and grumpy.

"Why can't we just stay here?" He whined.

"You already told your parents you were coming, just suck it up." I said.

"You don't get it." He clenched his jaw.

"I probably don't, but if they care enough to keep you coming home every Christmas they must love you." I told them.

"They don't love me, they love their image."

"I bet that's not true." I assured hin.

"Whatever, just don't say I didn't warn you." He grumbled.

We arrived to a gated street and the gatekeeper nodded to Harry and let him in right away. We drove by the mansions, until Harry put on his blinker and turned into a giant White House with green vines on the front, behind a massive porch.

"Woah." Was all I said, stunned by how enormous it was. I had guessed that Harry's family had money, but not even my imagination could come up with this. The perfectly cut lawn had sprinklers going, and there were a few workers trimming hedges. Harry parked the car and put his hand on my thigh.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Yeah." I said, still looking at the pool and tennis courts.

He stepped out of the car and opened my door. He placed his hand on my back and guided my up to the front door. He had on black jeans and a pair of his brown boots, as well as a thick coat. I wore a pair of black boots with a dress, but I had a coat over it.

Harry knocked three times.

"Why are you knocking isn't it your house?"

"Yeah, I guess so." He said, then he just entered through the door.

A man in a suit greeted us.

"Hello Mr. Styles." He smiled. "Happy holidays." Harry nodded to the guy but I thanked him politely with a smile.

A tall guy wearing dress pants and a collared shirt came into the entry way. He was taller than Harry, but had the similar eyes. He had a perfectly styled hair cut and it looked like all his clothes had just been ironed.