Drifter | (Harry Styles AU) • COMPLETE

Chapter 61.

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Anissa's POV

"Dinners ready, get washed up and come to the table," My mother says cheerfully despite the wild winds and harsh rain coming down outside.

"Tesoro(Sweetheart), please set the table," My mother tells Harry sweetly, as she begins to place the bowls of food onto the middle of the table. Harry grabs the navy table mats we never use, putting one in front of each chair at the table, then rushing back to set a plate over each one followed by silverware.

Once the table is set, everyone washed up, we all take a seat at the table. I sit at the very end, Harry taking the seat next to me despite his lack of leg room since we all don't fit perfect around the table. For a second I feel confused by all the food, and by everyone's nice outfits until I realize it's Christmas Eve.

"Want me to serve you?" Harry asks, staring at me with a concerned expression.

"I'll just have a little rice," I tell him. Everything else looks delicious I just don't feel like I can stomach any of it.

"Have one meatball," Harry says putting it on my plate, with a proud smile," I made them."

Why didn't you wake me up," I ask feeling annoyed with how I wasted practically an entire day sleeping . I was suppose to go Christmas gift shopping for my family now I'll have to settle for whatever store I can find that's opened tomorrow.

"Sleep is good when your sick," Harry says putting food into his mouth, my family still deep into their own conversation about some program they watched earlier.

"Then why do I still feel like crap," I mumble, putting a small amount of rice into my mouth despite my lack of hunger.

"Because your sick," Harry laughs before joining in the sports talk the conversation has changed to. I sit here, eating the rice and meatball on my plate with caution, careful not to upset my stomach again.

"Anitza, my love go back to bed," My says looking over at me with concern,"You don't look well."

"I'm fine mama, really," I say forcing a smile even though all I want to do is go back to bed.

"You need to be at a hundred percent tomorrow Nitza, go back to bed and rest," My father insists.

"I just feel bad, you guys came to see me and all I've been doing since you got here is sleep," I tell them, pushing food around my plate.

"Harry's been great company, besides we'll have plenty of time to spend together later sweetie you get to bed," my mother says.

After everyone's insisting words I trudge back up the stairs and lay back in bed.Who would have thought I'd actually get sick when I was planning on pretending to be sick. I just can't catch a break, but at least now I have time to decided what to say and how to say it before the moment comes so I'm mentally prepared.

Harry's POV

After insisting on cleaning the kitchen to keep myself busy, I finally have a moment to finish wrapping gifts, something that looks a lot easier than it is. I let my body fall onto the couch where I'll be sleeping again for the second night in a row and shut my eyes. I spent most of today Christmas gift shopping and cooking. It's nearly midnight now and I'm definitely exhausted. I've been doing anything and everything to make sure tomorrow goes as perfect and smooth as I want it to, so hopefully Anissa is feeling well enough. Wether she is or not, the time has come. The day I've been planning for a month now.