Harry Imagines

Wanting Christmas back

Waking up on Christmas morning is inevitably a joyful feeling. It's the day for giving and receiving, loving and sharing. Although, this Christmas, Y/n woke up feeling a knew level of loneliness. Harry, her ex husband, is celebrating this years holiday at his girlfriends house. Y/n's daughter, Tracie, is joining them as well, since Harry had begged to celebrate Christmas with her and his girlfriend at once. Y/n couldn't say no, considering Harry rarely got to see Tracie with the busyness of his job. She took it as she wasn't invited. Harry's new girlfriend, Cara, and her had never gotten along. It was a typical ex wife and new girlfriend move, constant and uncontrollable feelings of jealousy the more minutes spent with one another.

Sighing, Y/n hops out of bed. She has no plans for the day, so she immediately heads out for a walk. She's aware of the bitter cold air, and the ice forming around her, but she figures that maybe, just maybe, something could relate to how she's felt these last couple of months. Hugging the jacket closer, Y/n shivers at the gusts of white winds blowing against her. Her fragile body becoming even more sensitive, and she quickly partakes in the action of taking out a cigarette. Placing it between her lips, lighting it, she is more calm that she has been.

How did she get so lonely so fast? That's all she's been wondering for the past couple of months. She used to be the happiest woman on Earth. Gifted with a beautiful baby girl. Gifted with the perfect husband. Gifted with a roof over her head and love in the air. She doesn't understand why it ended up with her, walking alone on Christmas morning, burning the pain away.

A part of her blames Harry. The other parts don't want to, because she's undoubtably in love with him, and she wants to forgive him for the mistakes he's made. But that other part of her, that big part of her, knows that this wouldn't be her new life if he just would have just loved her. A month after Tracie was born, Harry had told Y/n that he had met another woman. He met her at a business meeting, where she was hired to work under his new company. Ever since the day they met, he had loved her. Harry didn't cheat, per say, but he had fallen out of love with his wife and fallen in love with a client. It surly was enough to file for divorce, where Y/n later gained custody of Tracie.

In the thoughts of her daughter, Y/n begins to wonder what she's doing. What gifts she's unwrapping, her reactions to them. What Christmas song they're listening to, if she knows the words. What food they're making for her, if she's devoured every bit of it. She decides to call in. It's around noon, and she knows without a doubt that they are already done, or nearly done, with her gifts.

Taking a seat on the nearest park bench, Y/n calls Harry. Tracie is opening her last gift when Harry gets the call from Y/n.

"Tracie! It's mummy!" Harry calls, smiling before answering the call.

"Y/n! Merry Christmas!" He cheers.

"Mummy, mummy, mummy!" Tracie chants, rushing over to her father as she jumps on top of him.

"Merry Christmas! How is everything going?" Y/n asks, discreetly taking a drag of her half-finished cigarette.

"It's going great! Tracie just opened her last gift. Which I believe was a—"

"A new American Girl Doll! We got matching pajamas and everything!" Tracie squeals.

"That's amazing, baby! Mumma misses you very much. You're going to have to show me your new twin tomorrow, honey!"

"No! No! I want to show you today! Daddy, can we visit mummy? I miss her and I want her to play dolls with me!"

"Baby, Cara wanted us to—"

"But I want mummy." Tracie pouts, tugging at the hem of his shirt in desperation.

Harry sighs, looking at his daughter with so much care and love. Who could say no to her begs? He doesn't want to see her sad, especially on her favorite holiday.