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You Meet His Family:
It was Christmas Morning. On a normal Christmas, you'd be with your family, in Massachusetts. But this year, your parents decided to take a trip to the Bora Bora for the holiday, without you. So now, here you are, in Harry's new house. Which he bought last month and you two had finally just finished the moving in process. Today was a big day, for a lot of people. This was Harry's first Christmas in his new home, your first Christmas with harry. And the big one, the day you meet Harry's family. He had flown them all over from the UK for the week and you were spending the whole day with them. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You weren't nervous about them liking you, all your life you'd been a kind, caring person and you've always been very likable. You knew you'd all get along. It was just the whole, if they don't like even one thing, they have the power to easily break up your relationship. That's what made you nervous. "They'll be here in about four hours, so I'll take care of the cooking and cleaning and all that, you just take your time and get ready." Harry said leaning over to you and kissing your forehead. You smiled and nodded before you both got out of bed. You grabbed your rather large box of make up and went into the master bathroom. Harry's house was actually very nice. Three bedroom, two and half bathrooms, and Harry even turned the basement into his own little gym. Of course, your favorite was the master bathroom. It not only had a jacuzzi tub, but it had a built in vanity. You had already taken over that. Your makeup and hair supplies were crammed in there. Of course only the necessities. Most of your stuff was at your apartment. Which was not so coincidentally only a ten minute drive away. You had planned on wearing a black and white collared dress which came up to a little above your knee and for your hair you decided a high sock bun would do perfectly. Then for your make up you did the typically for your face but toned down your contour and highlight because the outfit was rather innocent, you didn't want to have these intensely chiseled cheek bones with that kind of outfit. Then for your eyes you did a slight nude and black smokey eye with winged eyeliner and then a deep red lip. You walked downstairs to see Harry bent over, head practically in the oven as he checked the temperature of the turkey. "Hey, babe." You called and he jumped but managed to turn to you without getting third degree burns. "Fuck Y/N, you scared the bloody shit out of me." He said, with an oven mit covered hand over his heart. "Yeah oops, but uh, next time, try not stick your whole head in the oven. If you want to avoid a trip the the ER anyway." You said and he sarcastically laughed at you. You smiled before walking over and wrapping your arms around his waist. After another hour the dreaded door bell finally rang. While you, slowly and shakily stood up, your tattooed punk boyfriend bounced off the sofa and ran to the door like a little kid on their birthday. You're pretty sure he even giggled a little bit. You smiled as you watched him hug who you assumed to be his mother and sister, harry said only his step dad was coming so you guessed that was the man who was closing the door behind them all. "Um, guys, this is Y\N, my girlfriend." Harry said pulling you over. You smiled and shook all of their hands, you managed to get out a "nice you meet you all." As well. The day went lovely, Anne was a complete sweetheart. She was always helping Harry when it came to the rest of the cooking and she even went as far as getting you a gift as well. It was right then that you thanked Harry so much for signing your name on the gifts he got them all. You would have felt like a complete bitch if he hadn't. Gemma was quiet, but you had a feeling that if you stayed around long enough you'd see her real side. Especially considering what a wild child Harry has described her to be. Robin was a very nice man, you could see how much he loved Anne, whenever he looked at her it was like he was watching his whole life walk right by him. It just reminded you that love really does happen, even for the older generation. Dinner was eaten and Gemma and Harry were talking about old embarrassing memories when you heard Anne call for you from the kitchen. You quietly excused yourself before making your way to her. "Oh stop that, I can take care of the dishes!" You scolded and she waved you off. "Oh no, you and Harry have done enough cleaning, I know you helped him move in over the last few weeks. Let me give you a small break." She said and you sighed but nodded. "Anyway, I wanted to talk to you, about Harry." She said and you gulped. Here it comes, the whole, I think he deserves better, shit you've heard all your life. "When he was about six, he discovered tattoos. From then till eighteen I watched him grow up. I didn't approve of tattoos before eighteen so you can imagine how much he despised me. For those few years it was almost like the poor kid was being oppressed. Like there was this chain around his ankles holding him back. When he got his first one I saw the chain come off and this amazing man just finally walk free. But, Harry also lost something when he got all the tattoos. He lost part of his attraction. Not that he isn't still a handsome boy, because he is. But, Harry has a type. He likes the innocent girls, the girl next door type. But those girls want the clean cut, business man type. Not the, tattooed punk type. I watched Harry struggle through college, he'd always say that he'd have his eye on a girl but then come to find out he wasn't her type. Until he met you. I haven't seen him like this ever. He's never been so happy and the only one to thank is you. I mean, good lord this kid struck out for like five years straight and then here you are. You're slightly off from his type, you have some tattoos and piercings but, you have this good girl aura to you. You seem to just fit him, and him you. Y/N, I am so thankful for you, my baby is happy." Anne said before coming over and embracing you in a tight hug. Harry had mentioned that he had a rough time with girls but never to this extent. Maybe it's just a mothers connection with her son but Anne saw more than even Harry saw. And you couldn't be more thankful that she told you all this. "If anything I'm thankful for you. Without you, he wouldn't be here, and then I probably wouldn't be as happy as I am now." You said and she smiled. "Woah, what did I miss?" Harry said as he walked into the room. Surprised to see you and his mother in such a intimate position. "Just talking." You said, smiling at Anne.
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“Bro what the fuck!? Did you actually think it was a smart idea to pull out in front of me?” You yelled to the Honda Accord that for some odd reason thought that pulling out in front of you was a good idea when you were clearly too close and there wasn’t enough room for them to pull out but whatever.
You rolled your eyes as you switched into the left lane and pulled into the holiday inn that Harry and his family are staying in.
You smiled to them as they walked out. Harry in casual black skinnies, a green sheer blouse and a pair of black leather boots with about a one inch heel. Anne was in a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, a sheer blue blouse over a black tank top and a pair or black flats. His sister Gemma wore black leggings, a white t-shirt, a denim jacket, and combat boots.
You waved to them as they piled into your old 2000 4Runner. The car is ancient but it’s good for a New England winter and it was free. It was your savior when you were commuting to college.
“Hey, so, this is quite the town?” Harry said as he buckled up in the passenger seat.
“Yeah ok so it’s not to fancy. And we have a really bad heroin problem but it’s home.” You said and he rolled his eyes.
“So, where to first?” Harry asked as he looked back to his family.
“I was thinking my highschool, it’s the most famous thing here other than the Museum which we will see as well.”
“Alright then off to your high school.” Harry said and you rolled your eyes.
“So how was your flight?” You asked, looking back at Gemma and Anne.
“Good, the flight attendant weirdly recognized me and gave us chocolate chip cookies.” Gemma said and you laughed.
“Oh my god that’s awesome, and like getting here was good too? I know sometimes those cab drivers get mad when it comes to long distance drives.” You said and she shook her head.
“No, he was fine. Slightly grumpy but when we said where, he went on a rant about how he was from the neighboring town and how he is so proud that the town has something it can be famous for other than that crazy X-Factor audition where the boy was obsessed with Britney Spears.” She said and you laughed.
“You know not a lot of people actually know about that for some reason. I remember hearing that he was from my town and freaking out thinking like great now everyone thinks this town holds a freak.” You said and they laughed.
Finally you pulled up to your old high school.
“Welcome to my alma mater. Currently educating 4000 plus students and containing over 10 buildings. This campus has been the setting of many of my nightmares and I’m 100% going to experience PTSD from coming back.” You joked and they laughed.
“Alright let's start the tour.”
For the next half hour you showed them your school, where Fat Y/N was bullied and made horrible memories! Sarcasm.
“Is is cool if we stop by my first job? I’m thirsty.” You asked and they all nodded so you took a little detour to the good old coffee shop.
When you were 16 your first job was a barista. It payed shit, the bosses treated you like shit, but you made the best friends you could have asked for there. Most of whom you still talk to today.
After you went to the Museum and went to the park that the movie was being played at to scout out where to sit. You decided that it would be best to speak to the police, who were going to be the security for the night, about a blocked off area for your friends and family. Not that you didn’t plan on mingling with the fans and townspeople but you also didn’t want your families to have to deal with unsolicited attention.
You went back to your house after and you gave them a quick tour. Then you went and ate a quick dinner with your whole family. You decided to change into something a bit warmer. You changed into a pair of black leggings, a orange vetements sweatshirt, and a some black vans.
When you got back to the living room Harry and his family all had jackets incase it got cold, same going for your family and your friends who had just arrived. You rolled your eyes as you watched them all try to play it cool around Harry.
Next to Harry was your friend Harmony, known for being the first person you notice. Not only is she incredibly tall, but she can be so loud she can wake up a whole neighborhood. She was wearing light wash jeans, white converse, and a black sweatshirt.
Next to Harmony was your good friend Tiffany. She was always the pretty one. She was also the party girl. When you were in school, she was the one who corrupted you. You started drinking and smoking because of her. The drinking you no longer do but when you get stressed you like to enjoy a blunt here and there. And by here and there you mean literally once every six months, it’s not a common thing in your household. She was wearing high waisted dark wash jeans, a deep brown cropped sweater, an oversized army jacket, and nude boots.
Then next to her was your best friend Lily. She never really hung around with you, Harmony and Tiffany seeing as she didn’t agree with the elicit things you guys did but she had been your best friend since middle school and worked with you all at the coffee shop, where you had met Tiffany and Harmony. Although you hung around with Tiffany and Harmony more when Lily left for college and moved to Maine. Since then you have spoken to all of them at least once a day. And she has somehow still managed to help guide you and be there for you even with how hectic your life has been lately. She was wearing light wash jeans, a grey sweatshirt and black converse.
“Oh I should probably introduce everyone.” You said as you walked into the room.
Harry stepped back and put his hand on your back to pull you forward into the little circle the girls had created around him.
“This is Harmony and Tiffany, friends that I met through my first job, guys this is Harry and his sister Gemma and his mom Anne. And this is my best friend Lily who I’ve known since middle school.” You said introducing everyone.
You then all loaded into two cars spitting with five and five. Your sister, your mom, your dad, Anne and Gemma all going in one car. And then Harry, Tiffany, Harmony, Lily and you all going in another. You drove while Harry sat up in front, Tiffany, Harmony and Lily all cramming in the back.
It’s worth mentioning that Harry has a very different taste in music than the rest of you. He was playing oldies, that although you all appreciate, you guys prefered some Lil Pump, or Cardi B. Quickly Harry’s aux cord privileges were revoked and given to Tiffany.
Once you got to the park that the movie was being played at you were lead to a little hill that was slightly blocked off from the rest of the park. One officer stood at the front just to make sure no one unwanted would interrupt you guys.
It was strange being back in your old town, now that the movie was blowing up and people were hearing about it, you were getting many messages from people you went to highschool with. Funny how now that you’re skinny and rich, people want to talk to you.
What was stranger, was the ones who came that night.
“Hey, Y/N. Remember me? Carter Pottic? We went to highschool together?” He said trying to jog your memory. Little did he know you remembered everything.
“Yeah I remember you. I have a particular memory of you and your friends laughing at me when I had difficulty running the mile in gym.” You said and his smile dropped.
“Listen, I wanted to apologise. It’s been driving me crazy that I did that to you. I was young and dumb and just wanted to fit in.” He excused and you smiled, looking away quickly before looking back at him.
“Funny, cause that’s exactly what I wanted back then too. I wanted to fit in, but you made that real hard with all the talking behind my back you did. Also pretty funny how you only suddenly feel so guilty now that my follow count on twitter has lots of zeros.” You said and he looked around, clearly embarrassed. “But, I’m also not a huge cunt. I’ll forgive you, only cause I know I was just a kid then too but don’t expect us to be friends. I’m a different person now, I don’t hold grudges and hope for revenge, I guess I can only hope that you’ve changed too.” You said before walking away.
A few more of your old classmates came to see you. Some being friendly and simply congratulating you on all your success. Some who did the same as Carter. It was kind of unbelievable how many people want to make something out of nothing if it benefits them. Pretending to have had a friendly relationship with you when you could remember them laughing at the double chin you got when reading a book.
Seven people came up to you trying to get you to remember the few times you talked to them. One person actually tried to tell you that you sat next to him for an entire semester and although it was true, you never said one word to each other, but now you should reconnect.
You sighed as you slumped onto the blanket that was splayed on the ground, Harry sitting down next to you.
“How many people from your past tried to reconnect with you once you were on the X-Factor?” You asked, not looking at his face. You didn’t want to see the pity you knew had cascaded over his features.
“More than I can count.” He admitted and you groaned.
“Why are people so deplorable? Like, ok none of them directly bullied me, but do you know how many times they would avoid being put into groups with me cause I was the fat girl? I remember actually hating when the teacher didn’t assign seats cause I knew no one would want to sit with me, same going from group projects. No one wanted me in there group, and now suddenly everyone wants to reconnect. Like you only now feel guilty for the way you treated me? Now that I’m playing Spider Woman in a Marvel Movie?” You exasperated.
“People are cruel, I’m sorry you were treated like that. Not that I’m defending them but you were all just kids then.” He said and you nodded.
“I know and that’s why I can’t hold anything against them. I remember being mean to people just because I was young and dumb. It’s just slightly unfortunate that what they did put me in a never ending depression and scarred me for life.” You said smiling up at him. He smiled back down at you before wrapping his arm around your shoulder and swaying you guys slightly. You were always happy that Harry got your self-deprecating jokes, many times have you made a joke at your own expensive and it doesn’t deliver well.
“I mean, now at least you can say, fuck them I’m Spider Woman.” He joked and you laughed. Right after he said that the title of the movie appeared on the giant screen at the front of the park, signaling that the movie was starting.
The park erupted in cheers and your friends came barreling at you, tackling you and knocking Harry over in the process.
“Y/N! It’s starting!” Lily yelled and you laughed pushing the three of them off you.
“Yes and if you’d all shut up we could watch it. And I swear Tiffany if I look over and see you texting I am throwing your phone in the lake. I’m literally in this movie.” You threatened and she laughed as she made a point of publicly turning off her phone.
“I’ve already snapped the car ride over here and the title of the movie displaying on the screen so I’m good for the night.” She said and you rolled your eyes.
You leaned over so your head rested in Harry’s lap, his long fingers threading their way through your long brown hair. You smiled up at him before turning to the opening of the movie where the talented Bailey Bucher played young Jessica. You all watch as the story starts with her Nazi father, who was played by David Schwimmer, having to inject her with untested genetically modified spider venom and placing her in a genetic enhancing accelerator.
Lily squeezed your arm as the scene where nearly 50 years later HYDRA finds the accelerator that Jessica was in and opens it up, allowing your face to appear on the screen for the first time.
“That’s you.” She whisper-yelled into your ear. You sighed and shook your head, they were all lunatics, but they were your lunatics and you loved them.
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