Begin Again [Harry Styles Fanfic]

What My Dreams Are Made Of

"So what are you doing for Thanksgiving?" Elana asked as she hopped onto the counter, ignoring the glares that the new "production" manager was giving her. Shane had hired him to help set up every night for our Open Mic sessions at The Big Apple. It wasn't even really an Open Mic. It was just me. No one else was trusted. Just me. Whatever. I still got paid. "Are you going to visit Harry?" she asked again for maybe the 30th time today.

I snorted and sorted a few sugar packets. "Well, seeing as Thanksgiving is tomorrow, I'm pretty sure this is just a little too short notice to buy a ticket. Plus, we don't celebrate Thanksgiving in Britain." 

"I'm just saying, when your boyfriend is on the world's most wanted men to date, you shouldn't just spend your life Skyping him. You should go find him and fuck him. Just saying."

I rolled my eyes and sighed. We weren't dating. Seriously. Like...nothing romantic was going on. We were just friends. I was just tired of correcting her. And maybe, just on a very slight possibility, I liked the idea of Harry being my boyfriend. I mean, sure he called every day, texted me whenever he could, and made sure that he Skyped me at least three times a week, none of it meant anything. It had been two months, one week, and four days since he went back to London. And nothing at all had been said about our relationship status. So, I continued on living it up as a single female in New York who could happen to look somewhat decent with the right makeup, clothes, and lighting. And by that I meant I stayed home every weekend with my two favorite guys, Ben & Jerry, watching Lifetime movies and crying over my nonexistent love life.

"You should come have dinner with me then," El's voice quickly snapped me out of my thoughts. 

"Oh god, I'd rather not," I snorted as I looked down at my hands only to find that I had been absently sorting the sugar packets in my hands. I should probably space out more often if I got work done like that. "Why don't you come over to mine? At least I have the kitchen space to even attempt a meal like that."

She looked at me happily and I knew that was her plan all along. She'd been trying to get me to participate in what I considered a moot holiday for years. First of all, I was not American. I might live in America and have American citizenship (thank you dear god for student visas) but I was not American. Therefore, celebrating American specific holidays seem ridiculous. Second of all, I didn't have the patience to cook. There was too much waiting involved and I didn't like to read cookbooks because I hate being told what to do. But, I would go through all of that if it meant that I didn't have to sit in Elana's cramped apartment with her four cats and her three bitchy roommates. They all hated me and I hated all of them. 

"You think Clarissa and Blakey would drive down? I know they have to miss you."

I grimaced at the nickname El had given Blake, Rissa's husband, and fake gagged. "I mean, sure, why not? What's not to love about having my semi family present while I celebrate being a fatass and shoveling food in my mouth?"

El rolled her eyes as she came and hugged me tightly. "We might as well and do it big. Girl's night in?"

The grin that spread across my face almost hurt. "Uh, hell yeah?"

"I just don't understand why you didn't think this one through."

I shot Elana a dirty look as I tried to balance our Chinese food on one knee, my fruit punch on the other, and a triple chocolate cake on my arm. All I wanted was to have some very delicious junk food for our sleepover. I didn't know that it would turn into Mission Impossible as we struggled to somehow get my house key out of my purse and hold everything. That's when a light bulb went on over my head.

"Why don't we put the food down and then open the door?" I asked, feeling like the most genius bitch to ever walk this Earth. El nodded with me, like the thought had never occurred to her. Of course, if we're being honest, neither of us were the sharpest knives in the drawer so I wouldn't be surprised if she really hadn't thought about it.