CW: lots of banter, light smut, minor language, one dramatic moment and a tiny bit of size kink if you squint.
A/N: I haven’t ever done a brother’s bestie fic and yall know any excuse to toss in Niall I’m gonna take it so enjoy this funny and fluffy Friendsgiving story✨
Summary: Niall is hosting a Friendsgiving dinner and Harry shows up empty handed✨
You adjust the strap of the tote bag that’s digging into your shoulder as you stand in the lobby of your brother’s apartment building waiting for the elevator. You purse your lips and move your weight from one foot to the other as what seems like half an hour passes by before you hear the soft ding that makes you move to the side giving plenty of room to the people who need to exit the elevator. Once inside the small space you let out a sigh of relief knowing in just a few minutes you’ll be able to unpack your overstuffed tote full of festive fall themed decorations and a few bottles of wine that Niall called you in a last minute panic about the night before saying something about how he completely forgot he was supposed to decorate and that he accidentally drank his last bottle of wine earlier in the week. Just as you reach your index finger out and press the fourth floor button you hear someone rushing towards the elevator while shouting to hold it so in the spirit of being polite you quickly press the button to keep the doors open.
“Thank y-what the hell are you doing here?” Your eyes go wide and your tote almost slips off your shoulder as a very familiar deep British accent hits your ears, when you look over you see a pair of emerald eyes staring into yours.
“God Harry can’t you be a little nicer to the person who just saved you an hour of standing there waiting for the next elevator?” You snap at him as the doors slowly start to close, Harry just rolls his eyes as he turns so he’s facing you and that’s when you notice he’s empty handed. “Uh where are the pies?”
“What pies?”
“The ones you were in charge of bringing?”
“No one told me I was in charge of pies.”
“Are you kidding me? Niall reminded you yesterday in the group chat.”
“You say that if you expect me to actually read all the texts he sends in that bloody chat-he has an oversharing problem. I don’t really need to know every single thought that pops into his head.” Harry ignores the glare you send him as the elevator slowly starts its climb up towards Niall’s floor. “Besides he’s the host shouldn’t he have all the food under control?” He asks with a casual shrug of his shoulder that makes you unable to stop yourself before you’re reaching over and smacking him upside the head making him let out a low hiss and rub at the spot you made contact with.
“You are such an asshole Harry you had one job.” You snap at him as you let out an annoyed huff and mentally start to prepare yourself for the small freak out you know Niall is going to have when he sees Harry walk in without any pies. “How is my brother even still friends with you?” You mumble as Harry just stares at you with a look in his eye that you try to ignore but then he steps closer to you just as the elevator passes the second floor and suddenly you feel very overcrowded in the small space.
“Well what did you bring?” You feel as if the air surrounding the two of you gets thicker with each word that rolls off his tongue making your pulse quicken and your heart to start pounding. “There’s no chance you have a pie or two shoved in that overstuffed bag of yours is there?” His voice drops down to a whisper as he leans over eyeing the contents of your bag, his breath is warm on your neck making him smile when he sees how visibly flustered you are due to how close he is to you.
“Nope.” Is all you say before moving so you’re pressing your shoulder into the wall of the elevator creating some much needed space between the two of you. “Niall is going to freak out.” You mumble as you bring your free hand up and place it on your forehead as you let out a deep sigh while Harry just lets out a quiet chuckle as he goes back to where he was standing a few feet away from you.
“He’ll be fine he’s a grown man so-”
“You’re also a grown man who somehow managed to forget the one thing he was supposed to bring.” You remind him as you turn your head to look at him just to find him glaring at you as the elevator finally stops on the fourth floor. “He is going to be so annoyed to see you show up empty handed but that’s a you problem so good luck.” You tell him as the doors slowly creak open letting you slip out before Harry has time to respond.
“Let me borrow a bottle of wine.” He pleads as he rushes to catch up to you. “Please? I mean it’s the season of giving and all that.” You stop walking halfway down the hallway Niall’s apartment is on so you can turn around and stare at Harry with an annoyed expression on your face that makes the beginnings of a smile tug at the corners of Harry’s mouth because he’s known you for years so he knows this look is the one you give before you give in to whatever it is that someone is asking you for even if you’re frustrated about it.
“One bottle.” Harry smiles as he watches you dig around and in your tote bag so you can grab the neck of the bottle of red wine Niall specifically asked you to bring knowing that when he sees Harry with it he will automatically figure out that Harry forgot to bring his designated food item. “This is the second nice thing I’ve done for you and just know it’s the last. I have reached my politeness quota for the day.” You inform him as you all but shove the bottle of wine into his chest before turning back around and heading towards Niall’s apartment.
“Thank god you’re here I don’t-” Niall quirks a brow as he watches Harry walk into his apartment right behind you after he finally answered the door when you knocked for the sixth time. “What the fuck are you doin’ here so early?” Harry gives him an annoyed roll of his eyes as you walk in and head right for the kitchen.
“What do you mean? I’m always early for parties.” Niall lets out a scoff as he closes the door and follows Harry into the kitchen.
“Are you having a laugh? You’re always half an hour late for parties at least so I really need you to explain why you’re here an hour before this dinner is even set to start?” You ignore your brothers interrogation of his bestfriend and start to unload your tote bag onto the kitchen island, placing all the decoration in one pile and the bottles of wine next to the random liquor bottles Niall has near the center.
“I was in the neighborhood.” Harry answers with a shrug as he places his bottle of wine down on the counter before walking towards the fridge. “Now where’s your better half? I need to ask her about this seating arrangement because I refuse to be sat next to Kevin and across from James because those two are as lively as a library on a Sunday.” You let out a chuckle as you begin arranging some fake leaves and pumpkins in the middle of the table, Harry turns his head in your direction with a small smile on his face as the light sound of your laughter makes its way to his ears.
“She’s getting dressed but-” You rub your lips together and hold your breath as you hear Niall come to an abrupt stop, being your older brother you don’t need to look up and over at him to be able to know his bright blue eyes have just landed on the bottle of wine Harry placed on his counter. “Harry…” You glance over at Harry as he grabs a bottle of water out of the fridge and slowly closes it as if avoiding looking at Niall will magically make him not aware of the fact Harry brought one bottle of wine and no pie.
“Niall…” Harry says imitating your brother’s annoyed tone, you go back to setting up the table deciding you don’t need to be involved in this unavoidable show down of an argument that’s about to take place in the kitchen.
“You have some fuckin nerve walking in here all weirdly early and empty handed.”
“Weirdly early? I’m just on time for once let it go you asshole and I was not empty handed I brought wine.”
“Oh you brought wine huh? That’s so odd because this bottle,” Harry watches Niall grab the bottle of wine he carried into his apartment, a smug look on his face as he points at you. “Is the exact bottle of wine I told my sister to bring when I called her last night.” You hold back a laugh as Harry gives you a sideways glare while Niall places the wine next to the other bottles you brought.
“Well…that is quite a coincidence.”
“Oh cut the shit Harry you forgot the pies so you begged my sweet innocent little sister into letting you bring one of her bottles of wine so you wouldn’t look like a ragging twat showing up with nothing.”
“Yes your sister is so nice-the smack to my head in the lift was so incredibly sweet of her.”
“You know what? You’re early so how about you run out to the shops and pick up some pies?”
“How are you going to host a Friendsgiving dinner and not have back ups of all the things your guests are supposed to bring just incase they forgot? It’s actually a bit rude to make us bring our own dinner it’s like you’re just supplying the venue and nothing else.”
“Are you joking?” You let out a sigh as you place the last of the pumpkins on the table, scattering them amongst the fake leaves you placed in the center around the few candles Amelia had set out earlier that morning after asking you via FaceTime if they went with the decorations you were bringing.
“No I’m not joking you’re-”
“I’m supplying the fuckin main dish and the booze-”
“Ah ah no no your sister is suppling the booze.”
“You’re such a fuckin prick I don’t-”
“What’s going on?” Niall and Harry are both quick to snap their mouths shut as Amelia emerges from the living room stepping into the kitchen with a look of confusion etched on her face as she takes in the two men who are glaring at each other from opposite sides of the island.
“Harry didn’t bring any pie.” You inform her as you walk up to her for a quick hug, she lets out a laugh as you pull away.
“That’s fine I have two in the freezer because I had a feeling this would happen.” Harry furrows his brows while you just let out a laugh as she walks over to the freezer and pulls out two pumpkin pies. “They should be good to go by the time we’re ready for dessert.” She says with a smile as she places them in the fridge to start thawing.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Harry questions with a huff as Amelia gives his arm a soft pat on her way to join Niall on the other side of the island.
“It means you always forget things.” You tell him as you walk up and snatch the unopened bottle of water out of his hand, Harry’s eyes find yours as you twist the cap off and bring the bottle up to your lips and he has to stop himself from letting his eyes roam further down your face to your lips as they wrap around the opening of the water bottle.
“I don’t always forget things.” He mumbles softly, breaking the eye contact as you hand him back his water bottle with a playful roll of your eyes.
“Whatever you say.” You tease as you walk back towards the table to give it one last look over to make sure you’re happy with it.
“This looks great.” Amelia’s voice is soft and sweet as she stands next to you with a stack of name cards in her hand. “I hear someone has some special seating requests?” She asks as she looks over her shoulder at Harry who is quick to bounce his eyes away from the back of you and over to her making her quirk a brow as she watches his cheeks turn a bit pink.
“He doesn’t want to sit near James and Kevin- I think he could just sit next to me so all we have to do is switch him with Julian.” You offer as Amelia spreads the name cards out on the table so the two of you can see them and decide where to put everyone.
“You sure you wanna torture yourself by sitting next to this miserable old twat all evening?” Niall asks as he walks over to the oven to check on the turkey, Harry flips him the bird that Niall just returns with a smile as he watches Harry walk off into the living room.
“You’re such a wanker.” Harry grumbles before he’s out of sight making you giggle to yourself as you reach over and grab your name card along with Harry’s.
“So…what’s the real reason Harry’s here so early?” You give Amelia a shrug as you place Harry’s name card down next to yours while she puts Niall’s at the head of the table.
“I have no clue he said he was in the neighborhood…whatever that means.” Amelia looks over at you as you bite down on your bottom lip while looking down at Harry’s name card.
“You know that’s just dude speak for he slept over at someone’s house last night right? He wasn’t just on a random stroll around town and ended up here.” Niall says with a laugh as he places a hand on your shoulder. “He must have a new romping buddy that lives round here somewhere.” He explains making Amelia roll her eyes as she finishes placing the name cards on the table.
“Don’t be gross Niall no one wants to think about Harry and his romping buddy right before we get ready to eat dinner.” You say with a face of disgust making Niall let out a loud laugh as he pulls you into his side so he can place a kiss to the top of your head.
“Thanks for helpin set up and for the wine-I love ya.” You smile as you wrap your arm around his middle so you can give him a squeeze.
“You’re welcome Niall.” Amelia smiles as she looks at the two of you, enjoying the brief moment of sibling bliss that’s happening between the two of you because she knows any second now one of you will ruin it. “I love you too-now go make sure you don’t burn the bird this time okay?” Niall lets out an offended scoff as you take a step towards the fridge to grab something to drink.
“It wasn’t burnt it was just well done.” He says trying to defend himself and the slightly over cooked turkey he served last year.
Your eyes are set in a hard glare as you sit on the armrest of the loveseat Julian has made himself comfortable in after dinner while the rest of the guests have ventured off home or to the bar down the street. You cross your arms over your chest as you continue to glare at the green eyed man standing across the living room from you, a glass of wine in his hand and a smile so smug it makes you want to walk over and smack it off his pretty face. Niall turns his head from where he’s sat on the couch with Amelia tucked into his side so he can also send a glare his bestfriend’s way.
“Don’t look at me like that I’m just saying…you’ve made better casseroles before.” Harry says with a shrug as he brings his wine glass up to his lips.
“I’m sorry how am I supposed to look at you right now? Did you expect me to smile and say gee thanks Harry I’m so honored you gifted me with your expert culinary opinion that my broccoli cheese casserole was bland.” Niall knows by the way your voice is soft and gentle with the smallest annoyed undertone that this is the calm before the storm so he just gets comfortable and prepares himself for you to unleash your wrath upon the curly haired man that loves to push every single one of your buttons.
“I mean you don’t have to thank me but I wouldn’t be opposed to it.” You just nod your head as you slide off the armrest, at the same time Julian sits up and sends a worried glance Amelia’s way almost as if he’s asking her if he should make a move to grab you before you can walk across the living room. Harry watches in amusement as everyone in the room seems to be preparing themselves for you to let him have it, knowing full well what you’re capable of once you’ve reached a certain level of frustration that only Harry can seem to bring you to.
“Well in that case.” You brush off Julian’s hand that tries to grab onto your forearm as you walk past him, Niall looks away from Harry so he can look at you to try to gauge how bad this is about to get but his brows furrow in confusion when he sees your face is almost completely void of any emotion. “Thank you Harry I appreciate the feedback-I’ll be sure to try and make my next casserole a little bit more flavorful.” You tell him with no playfulness or even anger evident in your voice, Harry’s face drops as his eyes glance down at your hand thats reaching out to give his arm a squeeze.
“I didn’t-”
“It’s fine. Really.” Niall’s eyes widen and Julian purses his lips as he tries to look anywhere other than Harry’s face as it practically looses all its color while his hand nearly drops his wine glass when you just give him a smile before turning and heading down the hallway towards the guest room you placed your tote bag in.
“Oh you really did it now you fuck.” Niall snaps as he starts to stand up so he can go check on you but Amelia is quick to grab him and pull him back down onto the couch.
“This doesn’t involve you Ni.” She tells him as she looks over at Harry who is staring in the direction you just walked off in.
“Like hell it doesn’t she’s my sister and this lanky twat just made her upset.” Niall argues but Amelia rolls her eyes as she keeps her hold on her boyfriend’s arm firm, effectively stopping him from being able to stand up.
“Exactly that’s why Harry is the one who has to go fix it.” Harry turns and looks at Amelia who gives him an encouraging nod. “Go on-go apologize and make sure it’s actually genuine.” She adds with a reassuring smile while Julian moves to get comfortable on the loveseat again.
“Uhm uh okay.” Harry mumbles as he places his wine glass down on the coffee table before heading off down the hallway.
“Make her cry and I’m tossing you out the window!” Niall threatens loudly making Harry just roll his eyes as he runs a hand through his hair.
When Harry gets to the end of the hall he feels his nerves begin to pick up at the thought of you being upset behind the door he’s standing in front of. He lets out a deep sigh and clears his throat before looking over towards the end of the hallway that opens up to the living room just to see Julian leaning over the armrest of the loveseat giving him a thumbs up making Harry shake his head and try to hold back a small laugh. Harry swallows down his nerves as he faces the guest room door, he feels his heart start pounding in his chest when his knuckles give the wood a solid two knocks, before he grabs the handle checking to see if it’s locked and he feels like it’s officially his lucky day when it twists letting him push the door open.
“Harry?” Your voice is full of surprise as you look towards the door from where you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, Harry rushes inside and almost accidentally slams the door shut but he’s quick to grab it and close it softly behind him so no one tries to come running to your rescue. “What’s wrong? You-” Harry’s standing in front of you and his hands are cupping your face and pulling you in for a kiss before you can get the rest of your question out.
“I’m sorry baby please don’t be mad at me.” His voice is almost desperate as one of his hand slides down to the side of your neck while he kisses down your jaw. “Know I love your cooking-please please tell me you’re not mad.” You let out a laugh as your hands grab onto the soft material of his green sweater, you open your legs just enough to let Harry fit himself between them.
“I’m not mad Harry.” You tell him softly as he pulls away just enough to get a good look at your face almost as if he doesn’t fully believe the words that just rolled off your tongue. “I knew you’d say something mean about my cooking because we have to act normal and that’s just how we are with each other.”
“I hated the way you looked at me in there. I really thought you were upset with me.” He admits with a small pout. “I also hated sitting next to you at dinner while having to keep my hands to myself-was torture.” He whines making you laugh as his hands drop to the tops of your shoulders while yours reach up and cup the sides of his face.
“I promise I’m not upset with you.” Harry lets out a small sigh of relief as he turns his head to give the inside of your palms a few kisses as his hands come up and wrap around your wrists. “And if I remember correctly you didn’t exactly keep your hands to yourself during dinner.” You tease making a mischievous glimmer appear in the bright green of his eyes.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about sweetheart I was a proper gentleman during dinner.” You just roll your eyes as Harry leans down until his lips are pressing into yours for a hungry kiss, you let out a faint gasp when Harry grabs one of your hands and drags it down his chest until your palm is pressing against the bulge in his jeans. “Been getting all worked up ever since you called me an asshole for forgetting the pie.” He mumbles against your neck, letting out a soft groan when you start to palm him gently over his jeans.
“I know you like it when I’m mean to you.” You tease but instead of arguing or saying something witty Harry just nods as he brings a hand up to the side of your neck urging you to lay down. “What are you doing?” Harry just ignores your question as your hands fall to your sides while he kisses up your jaw towards your lips.
“I was sent in here to make you feel better.” He explains softly while one of his hands finds the hem of your skirt pushing it up just enough that it’s bunched up over your hips. “So just lay there and let me do what I need to do okay?” His eyes find yours as he hovers over you, a hand on either side of your head, his need for you growing with every breath he can feel you take causing your chest to rise and press against his.
“You don’t need to do anything I swear I’m not mad at you.” You try your hardest to get Harry to really listen to what you’re saying, not wanting him to think even for a minute that the words you two have exchanged throughout the day have caused any sort of tension in your fairly new relationship. But when Harry rolls his hips letting his denim covered crotch rut against the thin material of your panties you know he’s not really concerned about you being upset, he’s using the excuse of trying to make you forgive him as a cover up for just how badly he needs you right now. And you don’t mind at all because you like knowing how easily worked up you can get him, so you let him give you a dramatic pout before he leans in and pressed a few kisses to your lips.
“Oh baby that’s where you’re so wrong because I do need to-need make sure you know how much I adore and treasure you.” He explains as he gives you another roll of his hips making your hands reach out and grab onto his shoulders. “Will you let me do that? Please?” He softly begs making you just nod your head making him smile as he leans down for a quick kiss.
“We have to be quick and-”
“Trust me love quickness isn’t going to be an issue.” You hold back a joking response as he stands up and begins unbuttoning his jeans so he can slide them and his boxers down to his ankles but when he lets out the softest most whiniest moan you’ve ever heard as he wraps a hand around his throbbing cock you can’t help but let out a quiet giggle at how desperate for relief he looks. “Don’t laugh at me this is your fault-you’ve ruined me and now every time you even look at me I get a hard on.” He says with a sigh as you wiggle your panties down your legs until you can kick them off. “I mean it like-fuck baby I can’t even think about how good you feel wrapped around me or you’ll only end up getting the tip before I’m bursting.” The two of you lock eyes and Harry can’t help but grin as he gets hit with the fact he’s staring into the eyes of his girlfriend, a title he just got the courage to ask you to have last night after you made dinner and the two of you were cuddled up on your sofa.
“Stop looking at me like you love me you freak.” Your words are harsh but your tone is playful and soft making Harry snap out of his thoughts and remember the task at hand, getting you and himself off in record time so no one suspects anything weird going on in the back bedroom of Niall’s apartment.
“Sorry I was thinking about my other girlfriend.” He teases as he settles himself between your spread thighs, his eyes leave a trail of warmth in their wake as they travel from your face down to the glistening beautiful mess between your legs. “Oh fuck-yeah I’m not gonna last long at all.” Harry warns as he slowly pushes the head of his cock through your slick folds, your hands reach out for him as he feels your body try to adjust to his thickness. “I’m right here baby you’re doing so good.” He reassures you softly as he grabs one of your hands and laces his fingers through yours before pressing it to his chest.
Harry watches your eyes snap shut and your teeth dig into your bottom lip as he tries to be as gentle as he can knowing that your body is still getting used to his size having only been intimate with each other a handful of times in the past two months. He feels you give his hand a harsh squeeze as he slowly pushes the rest of the way in making him let out a deep sigh at the strong sense of relief he feels finally having you wrapped around him so snuggly. You let out a soft moan of his name as he leans down, placing his free hand beside your head and pressing his lips to the side of your neck, never letting your joined hands leave his chest.
“I’m sorry baby I know I usually give you my fingers first but we don’t have time for that.” His voice is low but still holds a sweetness to it as it hits your ears between kisses down your jaw. “Tell me when you’re ready and I’ll-”
“I-I’m ready.” You tell him with a sigh as your eyes open, he pulls back just enough to lock eyes with you and when you give him a nod of encouragement Harry just smiles and leans in for a kiss. He moves his lips against yours slowly as if the two of you have all the time in the world, he feels you relax underneath him as his tongue slips into your mouth and that’s when he starts to move his hips.
“Shit.” He grunts as he pulls away from your lips and hides his head in the crook of your neck as his hips keep a slow but steady pace, not wanting to go too rough and make it extremely obvious what happened between the two of you by having you struggle to walk out of the room later. But while the slow and steady thrusting of his cock in and out of your tight cunt feels heavenly for you, it’s absolute torture for Harry. Each time he pushes back in letting you feel every delicious thick inch of him it brings you closer and closer to coming undone while Harry has to bite down on his bottom lip and close his eyes to keep himself from spilling into you with how warm and perfect you feel squeezing around him so tightly.
“Oh god baby I’m struggling I don’t-I can’t last much longer you feel too good.” He says with a low grunt as his hips quicken their pace just a bit making you let out a soft moan. You reach out and slide a hand into the back of his hair giving it a small little tug that has your name falling from his mouth.
“It’s okay Harry.” Your voice is strained as you fight back a loud moan as Harry gives the side of your neck a few nips with his teeth. It’s not until this very moment that he realizes where the two of you are at and that he can’t exactly finish the way the two of have done in the past.
“Shit baby I can’t-I can’t make a mess all over your pretty pussy it’ll-fuck-get on the bed.” He tells you between low moans as he feels your walls start to squeeze him, for a split second Harry starts to regret starting this now that he’s not even sure how he’s going to be able to finish it but then your hand in his hair is sliding to the side of his neck forcing him to look at you.
“Then make a mess inside me.” Harry is sure his eyes are as wide as golf balls as you stare up at him. “I want it-it’s okay.” You confirm as if you can read his mind and knew what he was going to ask you next.
“Fuck okay baby.” You pull him down for a kiss as his thrusts turn more determined, he swallows down your moans as the tip of his cock hits the spot deep inside you that has your legs wrapping around his waist trying to pull him as close as possible to you. “Holy sh-oh fuck.” You watch Harry’s eyes close as his hips give you a few deep thrusts before they still and he’s mumbling your name over and over as he starts to coat your walls with his release.
As he slowly starts to move his hips again a feeling of warmth spreads throughout your whole body along with a sensation of fullness you haven’t ever experienced before. Harry opens his eyes just as your hand grips onto the top of his shoulder and his name rolls off your tongue, him gently fucking the warmth of his release deep inside of you spurring on the beginning of your own undoing. He feels as if he’s getting to view the most precious and priceless piece of art every time he gets the pleasure of watching you come undone for him, finding beauty in the way your lips part and your chest rises and falls rapidly, always feeling entranced by the smile that always creeps its way across your face as you start to come down from the blissful high he brings you to every single time he gets to have you like this.
“God you’re so perfect.” You let out a quiet giggle as Harry stares down at you with a silly grin on his face. “Did I do my job? You feel better?” He asks teasingly as he leans down to place a kiss to your forehead.
“Yes I feel loads better.” Harry rolls his eyes at your choice of words as he finally lets go of your hand he’s had pressed against his chest so he can stand up, you poke your bottom lip out in a pout as he slowly pulls out of you so he can tuck himself back into his boxers and button up his jeans.
“Don’t worry baby I’ll stuff you nice and full again tonight.” He tells you with a playful wink before leaning over you so he can press a quick kiss to your lips. “Now let me just clean you up and we can head back-” Harry’s words get stuck in his throat as he looks down at where your bare bottom is near the edge of the bed.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” You question all of a sudden feeling a little self conscious.
“That’s a jacket.” Is all he says as he points to the brown fabric that’s lying under you, before you can even say anything Harry is rushing into the guest bathroom and wetting a cloth under the sink. “Shit shit shit baby you-I mean we got on this stupid fucking jacket.” His words are rushed as he begins to clean you up as well as attempt to get the small but very noticeable stains off the thick fabric of the coat you’re on.
“Harry-”
“It’s not coming off.” You rub your lips together as you sit up onto your elbows, the top of Harry’s hair being the only thing you can really see as he kneels between your legs. “I think-yeah I’m just making it worse.”
“It’s my jacket.” Your words have Harry stopping his frantic blotting of the now very noticeable stain and slowly standing up. “Now can you finish dressing me so I can start to fix my hair please.” Harry lets out a puff of air through his lips, you watch in amusement as he physically looks as if he’s one strong gust of wind away from falling over.
“I almost had a proper fucking heart attack thinking this was Julian’s jacket and I’d have to explain what exactly happened to it.” He says as he runs a hand through his hair while turning and tossing the cloth into the clothes bin near the door of the bathroom. “You just love to watch me struggle don’t you?” You just shrug as he bends down and grabs your panties off the floor so he can slide them up your legs and help fix your skirt so it’s no longer bunched up over your hips.
“It is fun to watch you get all panicked.” You answer as you grab onto his outstretched hands so he can help pull you up off the bed. “Now I’ll let you go out first while I fix my hair and make sure you didn’t leave any marks.” Harry just nods as his hands fall to your hips while yours smooth out the soft fabric of his sweater before running through his hair making it look less disheveled.
“Okay.” He says with a smile as you reach up on your tiptoes and place a kiss to his lips. “I’ll see you out there.”
Harry feels his anxiousness start to slip away as he sits on the armrest of the sofa Niall and Amelia are cuddled up on, it’s been a solid ten minutes since he emerged from the guest bedroom and informed everyone how his apology went. Julian was happy he managed to get you to accept his apology while Niall just rolled his eyes and mumbled something about how you’re too nice but it’s the way Amelia looked at him with a hint of something in her eyes that’s akin to the way someone looks when they have a secret but don’t want to reveal it just yet that had his heart hammering again this ribs and his hands starting to sweat. When you walked out of the room a few minutes after him and joined Julian on the loveseat Harry had to stop himself from letting a silly grin spread across his face as his eyes found a small red mark just below your ear that you used your hair to cover.
“So Harry tell me,” he barely even registers Amelia’s talking to him and since he’s too busy staring at you he doesn’t notice the slyness to her voice. “How long have you been seeing the girl you can’t stop staring at across the living room?” She asks and without even blinking or missing a beat Harry opens his mouth and says something that causes the living room to go quiet.
“About two months now.” Your face goes pale and your eyes go wide as the words effortlessly fall from his lips and it’s not until he watches you look away from him and over to his left that he realizes what he just said.
“Wait a fuckin minute here the-that’s you?” Niall says as he looks over at you with a look of shock on his face while Amelia just smiles and stands up so she can walk over to you and wrap you up in a hug.
“I’m so happy the two of you finally figured it out.” Niall shoots up off his seat but before he can make a grab for Harry’s shirt Harry stands up and steps away from the couch with his arms stretched outward in an attempt to keep his bestfriend away from being able to get his hands on him.
“Now Niall don’t go overreacting okay? It’s not what you think.”
“Oh great so you aren’t fuckin my little sister then?”
“No-I mean yes but not in the way you’re thinking because she’s-she’s my girlfriend.” Those words have Niall stopping and turning so he’s facing you, his brows furrowed as if he doesn’t fully grasp the situation he’s in the middle of.
“You’re his girlfriend?” You just nod as Amelia sits on the armrest of the loveseat with her hand on your shoulder giving it a loving squeeze. Niall looks back over at Harry who slowly lowers his arms so they fall down to his sides. “You treat her poorly and I swear to god Harry you’re gonna make us end up on an episode of Snapped because I’m gonna fucking murder you.” All Harry does is nod his head fully understanding that while Niall might make empty threats here and there, this one he has every intention of making reality if need be.
“Got it.” Niall lets out a sigh as he walks back over and plops down on the sofa. “So…does this mean you’re okay with it then?”
“She’s a grown woman if she wants to date a lanky fuck like you that’s fine.” You let out a laugh as you stand up and walk over to Harry who lets out a giant sigh of relief when you reach out and grab his hand. “No kissin and shit in front of me please? Have some class.”
“Well on that note we better get going then.” Harry’s eyes widen as you start to drag him towards the back bedroom so you can grab your jackets, Niall rolls his eyes while Julian lets out a chuckle and shakes his head.
“Oh to be young and in love.” Niall glares at his long haired friend as you and Harry come back into the living room, he has your tote bag over his arm and you have your coat folded over your forearm and both of you have silly smiles on your face.
“Bye! I love you all and happy Friendsgiving!” You shout as you all but drag Harry to the front door. Amelia laughs and waves as she follows the two of you out so she can lock the door behind you.
“I bet they get engaged by the end of the year.” She says as she takes her seat next to Niall on the sofa who lets out a groan as he runs a hand over his face because he knows she’s probably right, the two of you have been circling around each other for years and now that you’re officially together he doesn’t see why Harry would wait long to make sure you’re his for good, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it.
“Fuckin wanker…next year they’re hosting all the holidays.”
Thanksgiving and other feasting holidays can be a very difficult day due to having to hear family and friends support diet culture. Schedule some time for yourself today. Don't forget the coping strategies that help you. Leave the festivities if you need to and feel able to. And if you can, counter the fatphobia and diet culture with fat positivity and food neutrality of your own.
You will be okay today. You will have a good tomorrow and the next day. And remember that the 988 lifeline is able to be called for any mental health support, not just suicidal ideation. 988's website answers FAQs if you're unsure if you're allowed to call, and 988 also has text and chat options for people who don't want to verbally talk.
You're allowed to eat food. You're allowed to eat during feasting holidays. You're allowed to participate in society. You deserve to be treated with humanity, dignity, and compassion. Don't let diet culture and fatphobia win.
