A Thanksgiving Suprise

Part 2 (End)

You wake up to another obnoxious "BEEP!" from your alarm clock. 9:15 AM. Only this morning it's different. This morning Harry's arms are wrapped around you, holding you close to his chest. You sigh, not wanting to have to get out of bed. You try and wiggle your way out of Harry's hold without waking him up, but it does no good.

"(Y/N)!" He croaks.

"I'm sorry, Harry, but I have company coming today. EVERYONE. I told you that yesterday, remember?" You explain.

"Yes, but that's not until 1:30 this afternoon!" He pleads.

"Yes, but your mom, Mrs. Deakin, Mrs. Horan, Mrs. Payne, and my mother are all coming at 10:00, to help me start cooking."

"Damn it." He mumbles.

You lean over the bed and kiss his pouty lips. He tries to stay mad, but soon a smile spread across his face.

"I love you." You assure him.

"I love you too, love, but I wish you'd stay in bed longer."

You smile. "So do I. But I can't. I promised to host lunch months ago before I knew you were coming home. I'm sorry." You kiss him again, and then run into your closet to get dressed.
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You're standing in front of the kitchen counter humming a sweet tune when Harry startles you with a hug from behind.

"Harold Edward Styles! Goodness you scared me!" You exclaim.

He chuckles and responds with a simple, "Sorry."

"Well, I was just starting to make us pancakes for breakfast before you scared the shit out of me."

"Ooh, can I help?!"

"Sure, honey, go get the eggs out of the fridge." You instruct.

He quickly returns to your side with the bowl of eggs. "Ok, guess what?" He asks.

"What?" You respond while cracking an egg into the mixing bowl.

"I have a new joke for you."

"Oh, do you now." You tease.

"Yup. It's a good one. Promise. Well, actually the boys hate it, but they hate all my jokes so that doesn't mean anything."

You laugh and respond, "I'll always laugh at your jokes, Harry. Now what it is?"

"OKAY. Get ready. What kind of music did the the Pilgrims like?"

"I don't know, Harry, what kind of music did they like?"

"Plymouth Rock."

You burst out laughing.

"Yay, you laughed! No one ever laughs!" Harry says excitedly.

"That's funny, Harry!"

"Really?"

"Yea, it really was." You answered completely lying. You didn't want to ruin his ego now did you?

You can't help smiling at Harry's pleased grin. You peck his lips quickly than turn to continue making your breakfast.

"Hey, (Y/N), you know what else is funnny?"

"What's tha--" You turn to face Harry right as he throws a handful of flour at your face.

"Oh, it's on!"

You reach for an egg and smash it on Harry's head. Before you know it you're both covered in baking ingredients from head to toe. Harry jumps and tackles you to the ground. You roll around the messy floor trying to get out of his grasp. He rubs a stick of butter all over your face, and you pour sugar down his shirt. You drop the egg you're about to throw because you're too weak with laughter. You're laying on the ground, Harry on top of you, both of you laughing hysterically, when you hear Mrs. Deakin say,

"Well, aren't you two having fun?"

You and Harry both slowly look up to find your mom and all the boys and their mothers watching you in the doorway. You had been so distracted neither of you had heard them enter.

Must be a new habit of mine. You think.

You and Harry quickly jump up from the floor.

"I'm sorry," you apologize as you uselessly try and brush flour off of your pants. You and Harry were a mess. Egg shells in your hair, butter smeared on your arms, and flour making your faces as pale as a gosht. "We we're making pancakes, and-"

"You forgot the ingredients are suppose to go into the bowl?" Liam teases you with a smile.

You blush and look down at your feet.

"Are you telling me you could have had pancakes ready for me, but instead you had a baking ingredients fight? Well, that's a bummer." Niall says with a wink.

Everyone laughs and you smile and go around and give everyone a hug with a few more apologies.

"Well, I'm not sorry." Harry states. Suddenly, he sweeps you into a hug and traps you in a deep kiss.

All the boys roll their eyes, and the women let out a small chorus of "Awww"s at Harry flirtatious behavior.
You blush even harder when he finally sets you down from his hold.

"Well, we haven't got all day. Let's get started! Harold, you and the boys go set the table while us ladies get the food ready." Mrs. Twist instructs.

"Sure thing, mom. Lads?" Harry says as he leads the boys into the dining room.

"You two make the cutest couple!" Mrs. Payne tells you as you all start to clean up the disastrous kitchen.

"Yes, cute, but extremely messy." Your mom replies with a teasing smirk.

You smile and help the ladies finish cleaning up.
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After taking a shower, finishing all the baking and cleaning, and all your guest had arrived, you all sat down at the dinner table. It was a tradition in your family to go around the table and say what you're thankful for, so you made sure to start it again this year.

"Well, I'm thankful that the boys got to come home and surprise all of us!" Mrs. Horan says.

A chorus of "Yes" and "Amen" spread across the room.

"Harry?"

"I'm thankful for being able to see my beautiful wife. I am very blessed." Harry says and squeezes your hand.

Louis says loudly, "Well, I'm thankful that I get to eat (Y/N)'s pumpkin pie! Could we bring it out now?" Everyone laughs, but your face turns bright red.

"Oh, crap! That's what I forgot!" You mumble and bury your face in your hands.

"What's wrong, dear?" Mrs. Payne asks.

"Well, when Harry got in last night he snuck in and I didn't see him. He happened to walk into the kitchen right as I was going to put the pie in the oven. And.. well, I was so surprised to see him I dropped the pie on the floor. I'm so sorry!" You explain with a guilty look on your face.

Everyone erupts in laughter. You smile, very confused.

"Well, Harry already told us you dropped the pie, and we may have made a few bets on when you would remember. Pay up, Liam!" Louis says as he takes a five dollar bill from Liam's outstretched hand.

"Oh. I see how it is. Haha I guess I deserve it. I could whip up some home aid ice cream real quick if you want some though." You suggest with a playful smile.

"Well I don't know about you guys, but I'm not going to turn down dessert!" Harry states. Everyone laughs.

You smile and give him a quick kiss. Conversation resumes again as you walk towards the kitchen to make the ice cream. You lean against the doorway for a second and just watch and listen.

Yes indeed, we are very blessed.