Sidemen One-Shots and Smut

63. George Clarkey Christmas Imagines! [FLUFF]

-Waking up 1st December and deciding that it's time to get the Christmas decorations out.

-You wake George up and whilst he's still huffing and grumbling you make two coffees because you are absolutely BUZZING for the day to begin and want the energy to absolutely power through the day

-George comes downstairs in grey sweats and a beige jumper n u literally have to drag him back upstairs and wrestle the beige off to replace it with a seasonal sweater

-At least after having his coffee he seemed a bit more excited to start the Christmas decorations, asking whether you'd be interested in putting up a snowman with him, made entirely from fake snow just to confuse everyone as to how we had a snowman whilst it hadn't snowed since last year.
-He was met with a surprising yes-but-only-if-we-also-make-him-look-like-frosty

-The two of you got to work on the lights firstly though, wrapping fairy lights around the balcony and over every surface in the house which blue-tack could hold it against

-George came back from the junk-room (you'd both assigned a space for just putting random crap in and donned it the "junk room") after fifteen or so minutes holding what looked like a white and red sack. He caught your surprised look but just grinned and attached a connected plug to the wall and said "Just watch this-"

-Five minutes later there was a giant inflatable Santa and snowman in your living room

-The Santa inflatable was also too big for the apartment and thus his head was awkwardly squished up against the roof

-George was proud of it nonetheless.

"Wanna make snowflakes?" You asked after the first break of the day.

"What do you mean?" George asked, brows pinched together in confusion yet eyes wide in interest.

"You know, fold the paper in half then half again and cut them out...?" Your explanation was met with an unchanged, blank look which made you gasp at his obliviousness. "Don't tell me you never did that as a kid?!"

"Have I missed out on something?"

"YES! But no- it's never too late, c'mon, let's do it now-"

-For the next two hours, yourself and George were sat cross legged on the floor folding over your pieces of paper to cut circles out, before cutting more random holes into those to make yourself snowflakes

-You glanced up every so often before looking back down with a warm, glowing smile, having caught a glimpse of George's tongue stuck out whilst he concentrated on making his snowflakes nice and even. Too cute.

-You tried to suspend the paper creations from the ceiling with a piece of string but couldn't reach the ceiling, and just banged your hand when you tried to jump 

-George refused to help the first time you asked for him to just do it... Instead, he held up the phone and recorded you trying to drag a cardboard box over to stand on

-He also burst out laughing as you stepped on it and fell through the box the moment you took your other foot off of the ground, collapsing in a cardboard-heap on the floor which has George genuinely wheezing

"George, at least give me a hand you prat- this is all your fault!" You groaned and rubbed your lower back which had taken the weight of the fall. 

After wiping his tears, George found the kindness within him to extend a hand for you to pull yourself up with. You slapped your palm into his and gripped it with your fingers- pulling yourself up? No; why would you take the cowards way out?

Instead, George fell down with a shriek also- landing on the cardboard box besides you and crumpling to the floor- allowing you your turn to laugh at George's suffering. Like a broken man, he lay groaning atop the cardboard, making tears begin forming at the corners of your eyes with the way he looked so berefted of his prior superiority.