Falling for the Foreign | HS

Thanksgiving

Chapter 14

"It was great to meet you Anne!" I smile at the computer screen, taking in her bright presence.

"You too. Sweetie," She smiles, "Harry, take good care of this girl. I like this one," She says, looking at her son as a small blush forms on my cheeks.

"I like this one too," Harry smiles at me, causing my cheeks to turn even redder.

We begin to forget his mother is practically in the room with us until Anne clears her throat, drawing our attention back to her. "Well, I better be off. You too have fun at your Thanksgiving dinner. I'm very thankful for you both."

"We are thankful for you too mum," Harry smiles, like the polite son he is, "I'll call you sometime soon. I love you mum."

"I love you too, Harry." Anne says before ending the call.

And with that, the stressful meeting of the parents is over.

I let out a sigh of relief and Harry chuckles next to me.

"You did great, Love," Harry says pecking my cheek, "But, I think it's time to get ready for dinner at your grandmothers' house."

I groan at the thought.

Who doesn't love forced family bonding where you are judged for every decision you make in life?

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"Hazel! Harry! We have to get to Grandma's house before 5:00!" I hear my dad yell from downstairs.

"Coming!" I yell in response, fixing the loose curls that frame my face. Luckily when I say 'coming' my parents know, that means to wait about five more minutes.

I look back in the mirror and straighten out the long sleeve, mock neck, burgundy dress I have on. Smiling at my reflection, I have never been more grateful that mock necks came back in style. Let's just say, I have one or two dark purple reasons to cover my neck tonight. (No thanks to the boy in the room across from mine.)

While finishing the last touches of my lip gloss, I hear a faint knock on my door.

Rolling my eyes and smiling at his manners, I respond with a simple, "Come in, Harry."

The white door creaks open and in walks my handsome boyfriend wearing nice black jeans, a flowy white button up (not done up all the way, I might add) and an absolutely terrified expression on his face.

"Harry, babe, please calm down. You aren't even being introduced as my boyfriend today. You are just meeting the family as our foreign exchange," I say, seeing his tense shoulders.

After no argument, my parents and I unanimously decided it was best to keep me and Harry hidden for now. Tensions and judgments will already be high enough tonight without my church going grandmother finding out I'm living with my boyfriend.

You'll understand even more when you meet the rest of my mom's family...

Harry sighs and makes his way over to my mirror, where I am finishing off my outfit with some gold hoops. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he rests his head on my shoulders and nods.

"I know, Haze, but that still doesn't make it any less stressful," He mumbles, nessling his head into my neck.

I chuckle and his nervous behavior and he sends me a dirty look in the mirror. "You'll be fine," I laugh, freeing myself from his grasp and strolling over to my bed, grabbing my purse and shoes off the comforter.

"But what if I make a fool out of myself? This will be the first time I meet your grandma, and your uncles, and your aunts and-" His rant ends with a gentle kiss from yours truly.