Louis wakes up from a coma with no memory on how he ended up there. The only people who know the truth on how he got there are him and the person who put him there.
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The one where the innocent boy develops a toxic and unhealthy relationship with a...
Today is Thanksgiving, my mom, dad, brother, sister, and I are all going to spend Thanksgiving with Harry's family. My brother's wife went to go see her family, so she's not coming with us, and she took their son with her too. My sister who is home on Thanksgiving break is thrilled to meet Harry. My brother is not too happy to see him again. That encounter that they had is still freshly stuck in his mind. He has openly told me he has a bad vibe about Harry and doesn't like him much. My dad still doesn't really like Harry either, but he has agreed to tolerate him because he knows I like him a lot. He still thinks Harry is a gang banging thug and the funny thing is, he's right but I'm not telling him that!
I just finished getting dressed in what I hope is a Thanksgiving appropriate outfit.
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Harry wouldn't tell me who's going to be at his house. He wants me to be all confused and flustered. He said he wanted to see me get all shy and nervous because he thinks it's cute. He's such an asshole.
"C'mon Loubear, we're leaving now," I hear my mom call up to me from downstairs.
I put on my jacket, grab my phone and purse, then quickly walk out of my bedroom. I haven't seen Harry in what feels like a long time but, really it's only been one day. I still miss him a lot and can't wait to see him. I walk downstairs to see my family all heading out the door.
"Oh, don't you look beautiful," my mom said when she saw me walking downstairs.
"Thanks mom."
"Oh yeah I'm sure Harry will think you look real beautiful," my sister Lottie teased, making kissy faces.
"Shut up, ugly," I stuck my tongue out at her.
"Be careful Lottie, Harry might stab you for teasing his precious little Louis," Austin scoffed bitterly.
"Austy, can you please be nice?" I begged.
"I'll try," he grumbled.
"Dad is warming up to him! Why can't you?!"
"Dad, still thinks he's a thug who sells drugs," He pointed out.
"Harry is a nice boy and he cares for our Louis, so now everyone hush up and get in the car. Your father is probably getting impatient waiting for you slow turkeys," mom said then ushered us out of the house.
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"You didn't tell us he was rich, Lou!" My mom exclaimed as she stared in shock at Harry's house.
"I told you he's a drug dealer! How else does he have all this money?!" Dad exclaimed.
"Dad, calm down. His father ran a business, so of course he left lots of money and now Harry runs his business for him," I explained.
"What kind of business? He's only 18, he can't run a business at such a young age," my brother said.
"His dad owned some clubs and Harry is doing a great job at running his father's empire, so I guess it's possible to be a successful businessman at 18," I said.
