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Covering his eyes with his left hand, Harry sighs, interrupting his mom. "Fine, I'll bring him over. But I'm not promising anything because he has a family too and he might want to be with them." "Try your best, okay honey?" Anne chirps. "Then give me a call as soon as you know. Love you, sweetie. Good luck with exams." "Love you," Harry replies numbly, before whispering a low "Fuck" once the line is dead. Wonderful, truly wonderful. How is he going to find a boyfriend in two fucking weeks? This is karma, actual karma for lying about a boyfriend that doesn't exist. He learns about the inner workings of the human mind all day and then he goes and pulls this kinda shit himself. Christmas is either going to end up a disaster or smothered in more lies. OR - Harry needs a fake boyfriend for Christmas. Niall might have a suggestion that Harry won't really like. Enter Zayn with his dreamy eyes and a supernatural affinity to get families (including Harry's) to love him.
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