Harrys POV
As we watched the horizon, I felt her hand lightly touch mine, sending a familiar tingling throughout my body. I closed the space and intertwined my fingers with hers. I looked over at her side profile, watching red reach its way to her cheeks. The sunset kissed her slight dark olive skin and curly hair, making her look like she was glowing. I smiled and she turned her head to look at me.

“Harry..” she softly said, blinking a little fast. I reached out with my free hand and cupped her cheek, grazing my thumb over her soft skin. I slowly leaned down and stopped when our noses touched. She gently nudged my nose with hers, a small smile exposed on her lips. My eyes fluttered closed and her breath became slow and unsteady as I leaned even closer. My lips-

“Happy Thanksgiving!!!” I heard Niall yell, followed by vigorous movement on Louis and I’s bed. I groaned and hid my face in my pillow, wanting so bad to just go to sleep.

“Aw, Harry doesn’t want to get up” Louis cooed. I nodded into the pillow, kicking my legs under the blanket to get whoever was bouncing on my bed to stop. “Well, that’s okay. I mean, it’s not like Nikki and Anjelica aren’t coming over in an hour or anything” Louis casually spoke and I shot upright on our bed.

“Good morning! Or should I say, Good Afternoon!” Zayn chuckled and I looked around at my nicely dressed handsome friends.

“And you didn’t wake me up earlier?” I asked, my voice sounding groggy. I may be alert now, but that didn’t change the fact that I sounded tired and sleepy.

“You looked so peaceful sleeping” Louis said, batting his eyes innocently. I narrowed my eyes at him before rushing to the bathroom and locking it behind me. I turned on the water and grumbled to myself. I always take long showers and take my time getting ready, so only having an hour is a little upsetting. I let my boxers fall to my feet and stepped out of them and into the warm water. I closed the glass shower door and soaked in the water. My thoughts wandered to the dream I just had.

That was the first dream in a long time that I’ve actually remembered. It was weird, because it felt so real. The way her skin felt like silk, the way she quietly said my name, the way she looked so breathtaking. I shook my head and shivered at the thought of her. I got the chills, despite how warm the water was. I lathered my body with soap and started to hum, trying to make my mind drift to other thoughts. She’s on my mind, and I don’t know how to stop it. I wish my mind had an on and off switch. It would be way easier and I would always keep it off. I grabbed the shampoo and squirted in my hand. I furiously pulled on my wet curls and scratched my scalp, trying to wash away the dream. I’m letting myself feel the feelings I get around her. Just these past 3 days, I’ve been letting myself stare at her more and sit closer to her. I’m still hesitant though, because these feelings keep adding more jealousy and stupid decisions.

I don’t like that I get that way. Taylor, my distraction, isn’t starting to work anymore. I rinsed out the shampoo and applied conditioner to my curls. I quickly rinsed the conditioner out, not wanting to be in the shower anymore. It felt as if the tiny space was squeezing all of my thoughts together into some deep hole that I couldn’t climb out of. I turned off the water and opened the glass door, grabbing the white towel hanging of the handle attached to the wall next to the shower. Steam coated the window and made the space a little stuffy. I ruffled my hair with it, not drying my curls completely before wrapping it tightly around my waist. I unlocked the door walked out into my bedroom, seeing clothes neatly folded on a freshly made bed.

It was unexpected because Louis a slob and I’m always the one making the bed and picking up after him. I just shrugged to myself, grabbed the clothes and went back to the bathroom to change. I opened the bathroom window so the bathroom could air out from the steam. As I buttoned up my shirt, I thought of what Nicole was doing right now. Was she getting ready? Or was she already on her way? I sighed and adjusted my bow tie, my thoughts jumbling me. I wiped the remaining steam off the mirror and looked at myself. My hair was still damp, but most of the curls were dry and sticking out all over. I decided to style my hair in a quiff, letting the curls on the side take on their one shape and finishing it off with hair spray. I brushed my teeth and cleaned my ears with a cue tip.

“Harry? Are you done? The girls are going to be here any minute” Louis said, knocking on the door.

“Yeah, I’m done” I said, giving myself one more glance. I know that the boys and I are dressing really nice and stuff, but in England, we celebrate Thanksgiving a little differently. It’s usually celebrated for more than one day and we go to a church to share food with a bunch of other people. Since it’s our first time doing it the American way, we don’t know how to dress. We know what they eat and do, but we just don’t know how to dress. Is it casual or..what? I opened the door and came face to face with two different kinds of cologne.

“Which one should I choose?” Louis asked and I answered him by taking the one in his left hand and spraying it on him. “Alright, then you wear this one” Louis said, spraying me with the one in his right hand.

“Thanks” I said, before adding “Louis, who made the bed?” I asked.

“I did!” Louis said, sounding offended, but then laughed. “Ah, who am I kidding. It was Liam” Louis said and I was a little shocked. I knew that he wasn’t mad at me, but there was some tension. It was was incredibly sweet of him to do that for me.

Nicoles POV
“It’s perfect” I smiled at my sister through the mirror. My sister straightened my hair for me and dressed me in a simple, but elegant tan dress. On thanksgiving, I usually wear makeup, but I decided not to this time because this Thanksgiving, I’m not visiting family, just eating with the boys. Anjelica topped off my hair with a cute headband that had a small accessory on it. And last but not least, I was wearing my charm bracelet that I got for my birthday. The only reason why I haven’t worn it is because I was afraid that I would loose the charms, but I got over that and my sister assured me that they wouldn’t fall off. I would have looked amazing if my arm wasn’t in this stupid sling.

“No need to thank me” my sister said, rolling up the straightener. She was also in a simple elegant dress the was a peach color with a loose brown belt tied at the waist. Her hair was in soft waves and she wore a necklace that had angel wings on it. I got up from the chair in front of her dresser and walked down the spiral steps to grab my bag from my room. I walked in my room and grabbed my bag. I checked inside it to make sure I had everything, but there was one thing missing.

“Do you have moms card?” I yelled loud enough for her to hear. I heard an agitated sigh, followed by a yes. As you know, it’s Thanksgiving, but it’s also my mothers birthday. I wanted to somehow get a card for her and somehow get her to receive it, so we are going to the post office to drop off the card. I left my room and walked into the living room where Anjelica was putting on her flats.

“You can wear my flats with the bows on them. They’re by the door” my sister said, but I didn’t move to go fetch them.

“The card?” I asked and she sighed again before reaching in her bag and handing it to me. “And you made sure to sign it and write somethi-”

“Yes, I did okay?” my sister irritably interrupted me.

“Just making sure..” I mumbled, putting the card in my bag.

“Now go put the flats on, we don’t want to be late” she said, nodding her head sideways. I went to the front door and slipped in the flats without having to bend down to adjust them. “Alright, lets go” Anjelica said. I followed her down to the parking lot after she locked the door. We both got in without saying a word and she drove to the post office. Our mother never gave us the address to where she was, but we figured that our Grandma might know, since our mom tells her everything. We hoped that when our Grandmother got it, she would pass it over to my mother, wherever she is. It was sad, not knowing when your mother was. We couldn’t even call her, she always called with an ‘unknown number.’ “Check the mail also” my sister said, turning off her car and handing me the keys in the Post Office parking lot.

“Sure” I said, taking them and getting out of the car. A slight breeze picked up and blew some of my hair in my face as I walked to the front doors. I opened the door and was greeted by the young female at the front desk in the corner.

“Happy Thanksgiving” she smiled and I returned it. I handed her the envelope containing my mothers card, then went back to Anjelicas mailbox. I unlocked it and mindlessly grabbed the mountain of envelopes stuffed in the tiny space. I held them tightly to my chest with my one good hand. “Have a good day” the young woman said, getting up and holding the door for me. I thanked her and walked out into the breeze. Halfway to Anjelicas car, the mail flew out of my hands and scattered all on the asphalt.

“Tartar sauce” I said in frustration and got down on my knees to pick up all the envelopes. I reached out for one of the envelopes that was bigger than the others. It looked stuffed with papers. On the front it read “Private Information” and “To the guardian of Nicole Frank.” I curiously held it in my hand, staring down at it.

“Nikki!” I heard my sister say. I looked up and saw my sister quickly snatching up the mail. “Why didn’t you pick up the mail? It could have blew away or something” my sister said, looking down at me. I looked up at her and shook the envelope in my hands.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Stop shaking it” she demanded, bending down to get a better look at it. She skimmed over the words and snatched it out of my hand.

“Hey!” I said, standing up.

“It doesn’t concern you” she said, turning away from me and walking to the car. I followed close behind, eyeing her.

“Anjelica, that wasn’t my question” I said, but she ignored me and climbed into the car. She stowed the mail in her bag as I got in on the other side. “Anjelica?” I asked again and she gripped the steering wheel.

“Give me my keys” she said, but I didn’t give them to her.

“Anj-”

“I said Give. Me. My. Keys!” She said, some panic in her voice. I blinked a few times in shock and leaned away as I handed her the keys.

Harrys POV
“Any minute now” Louis said as we all sat around in the living room.

“Too bad that Nick couldn’t come” Niall said and Zayn sighed.

“Yeah, he said that his parents had some big announcement they wanted to make and Nick had to be there” Zayn said. “It was funny because Nick was complaining that they never have Thanksgiving together. He was mad because he was saying that the one time that they have Thanksgiving together, it’s when his friends invite him over” Zayn chuckled and I smiled.

“Well, at least Nikki and Anjelica can come” Liam said and we nodded. We all slightly jumped when the doorbell rang and we all raced to the door, tripping over each other. zayn was the successful one and reached the door first. He opened it and all of our faces turned to confusion.

“Nick?” Louis asked, Nicks back to us. Nick turned around, tears running down his face.

“Zayn” he cried.

Notes

Okay, first off, the title is based off the song Speak Now by Taylor Swift. I know, I'm sorry, but her musics catchy. She's mean and horrible for making fun of Harry, but she's pretty talented. Anyways, uh oh! What happened to Nick!?!? What is Anjelica hiding?! But I'm pretty sure that you all know!!! :) Oh!! And I wanted to apologize for my spelling errors and some bad grammar and not spacing correctly!! I spent part of the day editing all of the chapters, so now they are all correct and stuff :) Thanks for reading and I don't need to remind you about votes and blah blah, because you already know. Love you ladies!! AND gentleman!! (@eponinetozayn)
Here's the boys lovely outfits:

Aren't they sexy?