Angelina's POV~
I got done with my last class of my day and it was math. I was driving back to Harrys and my appointment. I have a lot of home work to do and turn in tommorrow for my last day for school. Then I'm off for the summer. I got to the appartment anden I got a text from my brother Freddy.
Big brother: when you get home skype me.
I got out of the car and went inside. I went to the desk and turned on my computer. I skyped my brother right away. He answered the call.
"Hey sis" Freddy said.
"Hey" I said back.
"I cant wait for you to come down this weekend. I have missed you and the family has to" he said.
"I know I have missed you guys too" I told him. I heard a door open.
"Love are you home" I heard Harry say.
"Who's that" Freddy asked.
"Your breaking up. I'll call you later" I said and hung up. Harry came in the room. I stood up.
"Hey beautiful" he said. He kissed me.
"Hey" I said.
"I have a surprise for you" Harry said.
"Really" I asked.
"I'm going with you to see your family this weekend" he said.
"How" I asked.
"I got the time off" he said and kissed the top of my head.
"Really" I asked really nervous.
"Yah. Aren't you excited" he asked.
"Yah" I said still nervous.
"I'm excited I get to meet your family" he said. He walked out of the room. I was starting to have a small panic attack. I sat back down. The best relationship I have ever had is about to be ruined by my family this weekend. Harry came back in the room with my diabetic stuff. He took my hand and poked my finger to test my blood. He put it in the machine.
"Your blood sugar is low. You need to eat somthing. What would you like" Harry asked. I looked at home and didn't hear anything he said.
"What" I asked him.
"Babe your blood sugar is low. You need to eat somthing. What do you want to eat" he said again.
"I'm not hungry" I said.
"Love that's not an option. You need to eat to help your blood sugar. How about we order in Chinese" harry said.
"Yah that's sounds good" I said.
"Okay I'll call right now" he said. He took out his phone and walked out of the room. I don't even know how to react to this. I'm happy he wants to go but I'm stressed out about my family. I love him. But my family wont. I was getting more and more stressed out that I started having a hard time breathing. I started wezzying. I got up to try to go in the livingroom. Harry got to the door way.
"Angalina are you okay" he asked conserned. All i could do was shake my head no. He helped me get to the livingroom. I sat on the couch. Harry went and turned on the breathing machine. He handed me the mouth piece. I slowly grabbed it. I put it in my mouth. I
was breathing in the medicine deeply. Harry nelt down in front of me. He started rubbing my right leg. I took one last deep breath and took the machine out of my mouth."Are you okay love" Harry asked.
"Yah I'm okay now" I said. The door bell rang. Harry got up and gave me a quick kiss. He answered the door and got the food. He went over the the picnic basket and put the food in it.
"Grab your shoes and meet me in the car" Harrys said and winked at me. He walked out the door. I got up and grabbed my shoes and went out to the car. I got in and he started driving.
"Where are we going" I asked him. He smiled at me.
"You will see" he said. He grabbed my hand and kissed it. We drove for about 30 minutes. Then he parked the car. We both got out. Harry grabbed the picnic basket. He walked over to me and grabbed my hand. He started to lead me. We were at the beach. The sun was about to set. We got to a spot he set up. There was a big blanket and candles in diffrent places.
"Oh my gosh" I said under my breath. We got to the spot and we sat down.
"Do you like it" Harry asked. I looked at.
"Harry i love it. It's so beautiful" i told him. We kissed for a little bit.
"Shall we eat" harry asked.
"Yes please" I said. We laughed a little. We ate our food.
"I have to show you somthing my mom fave me" he said. He went back in the picnic basket. He pulled out a photo album. He put it in the middle of us. He opened the first page. It was pictuers of us on our first date.
"I remember this. This is out first date. It's when we went ice skating. You wanted to try to pick me up and spin around. But we feel and you broke your arm" I said.
"And you sprained your ankle" harry said. We started to laugh.
"That was a crazy first date" I said.
"I still got more dates after that" he said. He flipped through more pages. We got to pictuers of when I had dinner with his family for the first time.
"That was a fun night" I said.
"It was a lot of fun. My family just loves you the moment you came in. That's why I want to meet your family. I want to know where you came from. I want to know your family. I want them to know I love you. I want them to know that I want to be with you and only you. I love you so much. I want to yell it to the world" harry said.
"I love you too. So so much. I would do anything for you. I want you to meet my family. But there is things I need to tell you" I said.
"What is it" he said.
"I'm italian right" I asked. He shook his head yes. "My family thinks that Italians should marry Italians that are Catholic. So Italians marry Italians to breed more Italians. So the process can start over again. And your... your"
I started to say."Not italian or cathlic" Harrys said.
"You are wonderful and amazing. I love you so much " I told him.
"We're both human. We both love each other. I'm sure they can't be mad at that" he said.
"You don't know my family. I'm just afraid that my family is going to ruin what we have" I said. Harry grabbed my hand.
"Angalina I am so in love with you. Nothing can ruin what we have. I promise. I love you so much" he said.
"I love you too" I said. We kissed for a while. We cleaned up everything and headed home. When we got home we packed up our stuff in the car so we can just go right to the airport. It was late so we decided to go to sleep. I still don't know how I feel about us going to see my family.
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My Big Fat Italian Wedding
FanfictionI'm Angalina. I used to live in Italy and the my family moved to New York. My family is really big. Italian women have three jobs. 1. Marry and Italian cathlic. 2. Make lots of Italian baby's. 3. Feed eveyone untill the day we die. Everyone in my fa...