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—Poor Hazza—Harry heard Niall's voice.
—Good thing Liam went shopping—Zayn added.
—Harry, wake up—Louis woke up Harry.
Christmas
A year ago, everything was great.
It'll be the same this time.
Nothing bad will happen.
"Your hair is straightened," Zayn said directly to Harry.
"What!?" Harry's eyes widened.
He went to the mirror.
His hair was indeed straightened.
Harry screamed.
"Liam's going to kill us," Louis said.
"You straightened my hair!?" Harry squealed.
"No, it's because of your 360 spins at night," Niall replied.
It was going to be an awesome day.
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"I'm making dumplings for Christmas," Louis announced.
"Will there be no pudding?" Zayn asked sadly.
"He was the most mature of the group, but sometimes he acted childish."
"It won't be this year," Louis replied, to which Zayn groaned in sadness.
Suddenly, the door opened.
"I'm done shopping, no, Zayn, I didn't buy you any shower gel," Liam announced the most important announcement: coming home.
"Oh, great. Louis doesn't make pudding, and now Li hasn't bought me shower gel." Zayn groaned in dissatisfaction.
"Oh my god, Hazza, what did they do to you!?" Liam screamed and ran to Harry.
"My hair's straightened out," Harry informed him.
"I'll help you with your hair." Liam started to guide Harry to the bathroom.
—Good luck—Zayn muttered something under his breath.
It's nothing.
It's just a bad start.
Right?