Again. Again. Again. 《 l.s》

♡ SEVENTY - TWO ♡

L: We aren't doing gifts this year at Christmas

N: WHY?!?!

L: There are too many people now that everyone has a girlfriend.

Li: Except you

L: Yes Liam, thank you for that

Z: I agree with Louis

N: Is this because last year I gave Liam his phone submerged in pudding?

H: Do I even wanna know?

Li: I still hate you for that, I had to get a whole new phone.

Z: No Harry, you don't wanna know

L: Yes, that may also be an underlying cause.

N: You guys are no fun

L: No gifts. End of story. My house, December 19th. 5:30 p.m.

N: Sounds like a booty call

Z: How many booty calls have you been called to exactly Niall?

N: A lot, thank you very much

L: And Niall, please refrain from shoving Ice down Liam's pants again.

Li: My dick still isn't all the way thawed.

Z: Please just stop talking, nobody wants to hear about your dick Liam

Li: Debatable.

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* 7 Day time jump *

[ Harry's POV ]

FRIDAY

"HARRY WHY IS THE FIRE ALARM GOING OFF?" My mom shouts from upstairs. I pace around in a panic.

"NOTHING MOM! I HAVE IT UNDER CONTROL!" I shout back, watching the smoke filter out of the oven. Covering my face with my elbow and trying to fan it away, which just swirls it around more. I start coughing and have to go to a completely different room.

"I'M GOING TO BED! PLEASE DON'T BURN DOWN THE HOUSE. I WANT ONE TO WAKE UP IN TOMORROW MORNING!" My mom shouts again. I tell her I'll be careful and hear her door close.

I hold my breath and go back into the kitchen. Opening the oven and using an oven mitt to pull the gingerbread men out. Which are now just a bunch of charcoaled figures plastered to the cookie sheet. I wave the oven mitts around and eventually the smoke is mostly gone and the alarm turns off.

"Third time's the charm," I mutter to myself while scooping the leftover gingerbread dough onto the cookie sheet, for the third time.

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SATURDAY

Louis decided to have Christmas with all our friends the weekend before Christmas. Then he is having his family dinner on Christmas Eve. And I plan on inviting him over on Christmas day, which is in 5 days. This is the most social I have ever been. Which is exciting, and extremely nerve-racking. Because I already know what comes with that. But I try to shove it away so I can have a happy Christmas. The cookies I practically died making are sitting on my desk as I look through my closet.

I decide on a green sweater so I don't freeze my ass off.

It says Obsession.

Fitting.

I laugh to myself at the irony and put on a pair of jeans. Attempting to brush my hair out of the way. I grab the plate of cookies. I'm having Liam and Ashleigh pick me up. Since I know Louis is probably busy getting the party ready. I jog downstairs and hit the floor right when-