My Alarm went off for dinner around six-fifty. My mom hadn't come to bother us so I was sure dinner was on time as usual.

She was a bit of a perfectionist and didn't like people helping in the kitchen during Thanksgiving, especially when she had a specific theme in mind. She liked the surprise aspect of all of us sitting down and eating what she made.

My eyes opened and I realized that Harry had reached over and turned off the alarm before pulling me to his chest and holding me there in a tight grip. I looked up at him and couldn't help but admire how attractive he was. Even in this angle, the man looked amazing. His jawline, those lips, and can we talk about how pretty his eyelashes are, I mean-

"Stop staring at me, I can feel you looking at my nose hairs." Oh, he did have some. His eyes opened and he wiggled his eyebrows. "That was a good nap, I'm ready to eat."

"Same, we should get downstairs, my sisters are probably here and I just want to get this over with." He chuckled pulling me in and kissing the top of my head before getting up.

As he stood his eyes went wide and he looked like he was going to fall over. "Woah, too fast." He giggled helping me up once he got his balance.

I fixed my hair and dressed quickly just in time for my mom to knock on the door. She came in with a hand over her eyes and chuckled. "Everyone decent?"

"Loraine, I'm not going to have sex with your daughter this close to dinner." Harry and she laughed while I buried my head in the sand, metaphorically of course.

"Can we not talk about sex at the table, when we get down there. Please?" Harry nodded and my mom gave him a look as if she was, in fact, planning to talk about it at the table. "Mom?"

"Oh honey, I'll be on my best behavior. Harry why don't you help me take down the last of the decorations from my room." He gave me a weird look.

Along with the surprises, my mom always chose a theme for Thanksgiving dinner. A few years ago she had a night in Paris, year after that was casino night, then last year was a dinner in honor of Native Americans and how much they suffered because of this holiday.

When we made it downstairs I immediately knew it was 'fiesta' themed.

The bright colors of the table pieces and food were all Mexican or Hispanic foods like tamales and enchiladas.

No turkey in this house.

I noticed my sisters looking at Harry with a look of confusion as to why he was here, but when their attention went back to me they stood up and went over to hug and say hello to me.

I always felt like my little sister Ruby was prettier than me and my older sister Kansas was smarter. Although I would never admit to that, I was a little bit jealous of them in some ways.

Ruby got to travel and had this great job so young, she had been more places than I have and I was five years older than her. Kansas had this amazing relationship with her husband and loved what she did as a lawyer.

"What happened to Daniel?" Ruby asked.

"We broke up."

"So you and Harry are together now?" Kansas looked at him.

"I ship it so hard." Ruby gave me a thumbs up.

"We're not together, so let's all relax. I just invited him to come with us." They looked at each other and back at me with a look as If they didn't believe me.

I ignored them and took a seat beside Harry after greeting everyone. My mom said a prayer for all of those who were 'locked in cages by immigration' and we began our dinner.

Harry served himself a nice plate full while I tried to cut back on some of the deliciousness that is my mom's cooking. She knows how much I love Mexican food.

I wasn't usually insecure about myself but after the break up I realized I gained like twenty pounds.

It didn't help that Harry looked like one of the Greek statues at a museum.

Even if someone is fucking you, you can't help but question why they'd want to do that with you in the first place.

Like, yes, I have a great set of boobs. They're the right size for my body type and my ass looks alright if I'm bent over, which is the only time that really counts in my book. But I had this tummy and cellulite that cannot be any more stubborn. I've tried everything to try and get rid of it but it was a lost cause.

I shook my head, trying to rid myself of self-loathing and began eating.

*

With all my thoughts on my body and the fact that my mom knew Harry and I were doing it, I had almost forgotten that we still had this entire weekend with my sisters and parents.

I had been camping before, but if I'm honest I checked out mentally during these trips.

I was currently back in my room with Harry who was on the phone with his mom back in England who was complaining about him not visiting during the holidays. "Mum, we're British, I don't need to visit you for Thanksgiving." He rolled his eyes.

I stood in front of the mirror, pinching the rolls of my belly fat like it was slime, listening to him promise her he would be home for Christmas.

We made eye contact through the mirror, Harry's eyebrows creasing and his eyes wandering up my body.

"Alright, I'll call you soon, bye. No. Yes. Blue. Alright. Yes, mum. Yes. Okay. ALRIGHT!" He raised his voice before looking at me and slightly turning away to whisper. "I didn't mean to raise my voice mummy, I'll call you tomorrow, I love you."

I giggled as he hung up. "You're so cute with your mom-"

"Why are you pulling at your skin like that?" I raised an eyebrow at his voice dripping with authority.

He walked behind me in the mirror and placed his hands on his hips. "I'm playing with my rolls."

"You mean you're pinching your skin to make it seem like you have rolls when in fact all you have is womanly curves." My heartbeat began to pick up. "Turn around." I did as he said and was quickly made to look back at my ass. A hard smack was given as he licked his lips. "You are sexy as fuck, and I know it's hard to believe, but I'm gonna tell you every day until you realize it."

"Okay." My voice small, scared, yet slightly turned on.

Okay, daddy.

Wait, I finally get it.

"Good, now let's get ready for bed we have a long day- why are you touching my dick." I bit my lip, dropping to my knees. "Cool, twice in one day." I was halfway done with unbuckling his pants when he stopped me and lifted me up to face him. "I feel like it's my turn."

"It tickles too much, it's cool." Again I was getting down to my knees when he pulled me up again. "Okay, you don't want me to suck your dick?"

"Believe me, I do, but I want you to know I don't say those things just to say them- I mean them." I nodded. "Seriously Bonnie, you are the kind of girl I - uh- the kind of girl guys go for."

Suddenly I wasn't in the mood for anything, "oh yeah, the kind of girl that doesn't put out on the first date and likes to work and be independent. The kind of girl that won't do anal."

"Well...not all guys want a girl who puts out. Some guys like to work for it, and they like a woman who is independent and makes her own money. Some guys don't like anal either."

"If I told you right now to stick it in my butt, you would."

"No, you're crying right now, that would be weird." He pulled me to sit down on the bed with him.

"You know what I mean."

He sighed and shook his head. "Bon, one day you're going to find someone that loves you for you. They're going to love that you work hard and that you sing when you cook. They're going to love the little freckles on your nose that you try to cover with makeup everyday. They're going to love kissing the dimples on your back, and every inch from your neck down. Someone is going to love your smile and laugh, your giggle when you're getting eaten out, everything." I looked at him and slowly nodded.

"You're right, one day someone won't care that I snore in my sleep." He chuckled. "Thanks- um- I'm going to get ready for bed." He stared at me for a long minute and quickly let go of my hands and patted my back.

"Yeah, I'm just gonna- go out for a walk." I agreed, watching as he walked out of the room quickly.

Harry

I felt like I needed a breath of fresh air. Almost as if the walls had been caving in as I talked to her.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

I walked outside to the back yard and smacked my forehead before hearing someone clear their throat beside me. My head snapped to find Loraine with two mugs and a tea kettle sitting in front of her.

"Harry, how lovely of you to join me." She pulled out a chair for me.

"Were- are- how did you know I'd come out here?" She rolled her eyes.

"I didn't, silly boy, but I assumed someone might. Glad it was you. Tea?" I shrugged, taking a seat beside her and sipping some tea.

"Got to be honest with you Loraine, drinking tea and you sitting in the dark while I go for a walk, this has 'Get out' vibes. Except, you know, I'm white." She giggled.

"Don't worry I'm not going to hypnotize you and sell your body." She sipped her tea as I did as well.

"So..."

"So, how long have you been in love with Bonnie?"

I gasped, making me choke on my tea and quickly stand up to try and catch my breath, coughing out a lung before finally being able to breathe. "What?"

"How long have you been in love with my daughter?" She said slowly.

"How did you find out?" I whispered, making sure no one was around.

"I didn't, you just told me, and I was right." I blushed. "Oh gosh, you are so easy to read, how my daughter can't figure out how crazy you are about her is beyond me."

"I'm obvious?" She nodded. "My ex said the same thing- that's why we broke up in the first place. I got drunk because I was so sad that I was single and Bonnie was still in a relationship with Daniel. Then a miracle happened, they broke up and I moved in with her- I mean the signs were right there for us to be together. Then she said we should, you know, and I agreed but I think I messed up with this whole friends with benefits thing because she's not interested in me in that way at all and I'm so stupid."

"You're not stupid." She disagreed. "You should tell her."

"I don't want to get hurt, it's clear how she feels about me and I guess I'm trying to hold on to the thought that maybe one day she'll love me back. But for now, I'm okay with suffering in silence."

Her mum just looked at me with a look I couldn't quite read. I hoped she kept the new information to herself for now at least. "Well, Bonnie is a smart girl and eventually she will see you as more than her friend who's a little too...friendly." She winked.

I sure hope she does.

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Thanks for reading. Xx

-k